A perfect space battle.
A crushing victory.
And to Romulus, a space battle like this was rather boring.
Of course, boring was a good thing. It meant less pressure, fewer casualties, and capable teammates.
At first, he had thought they would need to take Melta assault boats aboard and board the Word Bearers' ships for close-quarters combat with their Space Marines.
Instead, during the brief time the Inquisition fleet moved up to tie down the Word Bearers, the Prospector Fleet's concentrated Plasma fire overloaded the enemy's Void Shields. Then a few Nova Cannon shots turned those warships into space debris.
The last Desolate Herald Class battleship had its core swiftly overloaded under the boarding assaults of two Chapters. After the battle-brothers withdrew, it began to disintegrate beneath the Lance barrage of the Sanctimonious.
As for the Word Bearers who boarded them...
All that could be said was that they had died with distinction. At the very least, they had provided Romulus with plenty of live combat examples for shooting data that had gone through who knew how many rounds of simulation in the spreadsheets.
This seemed suspiciously easy.
Fragments of shattered warships drifted through space. Metal thoroughly corrupted by Chaos no longer held any value for salvage under the current circumstances.
Romulus, who had hoped to pick up a few tricks, looked over the battle report.
Then he raised his head and watched the Inquisition cruisers in his view pursue the scattered escort ships.
His mind was filled with the doctrine of superior firepower. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that the best way to win a space battle was to build vast fleets, equip them with the strongest guns, and employ the best computer specialists.
As long as your fleet outnumbered the enemy's, your range exceeded theirs,