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The fleet primarily composed of the Ark of Omen was named the Pale Fleet.

Each Ark of Omen was entrusted by Abaddon to a trusted Chaos Warband, tasking them with executing their own strategies.

These powerful Chaos forces soon became the primary enemy of the Indomitus Crusade.

The Wither Lord Ghul-Sorg gained control of the Ogre Ark of Omen.

His Sons of Rot warband, aboard the Ark of Omen, has been making successive deployments.

They successively defeated multiple Imperium expeditionary battle groups.

It also spread the plague to 77 worlds, causing the tragic deaths of countless citizens of the Imperium.

Nurgle also blessed him, giving him greater vitality and resilience.

Chagra, the Warsmith of the Iron Warriors, was awarded the Herald of Misery.

Leading a force comprised of the Dark Titan Legions, the traitorous Astra Militarum, and the completely loyal Iron Warriors Warband,

They launched successive offensives against the Imperium's fortresses, Star Fort, and other important military units.

He successively destroyed and enslaved hundreds of billions of Imperium subjects to work for his dark factories, expanding the power he controlled several times over in an instant. He also acquired several ancient Chaos artifacts and unexpectedly ascended to become Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided.

These two are merely examples among the many Pale Fleet.

With Vashtorr's help, the Chaos forces, led by the Black Legion, rapidly grew stronger.

They caused severe damage to the Imperium.

Wherever the shadow of the Ark of Omen extends, bloody battles erupt, resulting in the deaths of countless humans and the destruction of numerous important factories and Hive City.

Abaddon was very satisfied with these results; the Imperium of Man would surely be destroyed by his all-out attack.

But he did not break his oath; he ordered all the Pale Fleet to prioritize collecting the key fragments that Vashtorr had mentioned.

Each Craftworld was equipped with a large number of slave Psyker, whose skulls were parasitized with insect-demon helmets.

These dirty devices allow them to track unique key fragment signals.

The fragments of these keys are all different.

Some are ancient, charred, Cogitators machines; others are meteorites embedded in the bedrock of planets.

Others were merely pieces of old, broken scrap metal.

This left the Chaos Warband, who were on a mission, completely perplexed.

Vashtorr offered no explanation, but simply demanded that each warband who obtained a key fragment place it in the Craftworld's Portal and take it away.

They were simply asked to keep attacking the worlds that had the key fragments and carry out the plan.

The crucial node of the fortress world— Cortosa III —was thus plunged into war.

More than 200 astral legions are stationed here, and they also possess a large amount of advanced weaponry.

The entire planet was armed to the teeth, with countless defensive turrets, shield generators, and a powerful Imperial Fleet in orbit.

Meanwhile, a large number of players are also gathering here, joining forces with the Primaris Chapter to fight against the Chaos Invasion.

Leading the main force of the invasion was none other than the Lord of Wither, Ghul-Sorg, who controlled the Ogre.

He issued a war order in the name of the Plague God to transform Cortosa III into a world of pus, while simultaneously finding the necessary fragments for the Despoiler.

As soon as the war began, various plagues appeared in the world of Cortosa III.

Many of the defenders fell and lost their ability to fight.

Immediately following was First Company of saturation bombings that crippled ground-based air defenses.

What followed was a large-scale amphibious landing operation.

Thousands of landing craft blotted out the sky, and the ground defenders opened fire desperately, shooting down many of them.

However, a large number of landing craft still successfully landed, deploying various types of landing forces.

Fierce battles unfolded along fortresses built on majestic mountains and across open plains.

The plague weapon, blessed by Nurgle, turned thousands of Loyalist into bubbling slime.

Armored forces controlled by demons rampaged across the plains, clashing with the Imperium Knight Houses and the Titan Legions.

The explosions began the moment the battle started and never stopped; dense Mushroom rose continuously.

The weather was out of balance due to the ravages of war, and snowflakes carrying radiation fell.

The entire planet was reduced to wasteland, with some areas blasted into scorched earth and then pulverized.

"Brothers, I need help! Give me a hand!"

"For the sake of the Guide, please give me a hand and come to my aid quickly."

The player who went to carry out the reinforcement mission, the Finisher, shouted in the communication channel.

He also uploaded a video, in which the enormous Ark of Omen was very conspicuous.

Even from the ground, it is very clear that you can see the writhing flesh and metal tentacles on it.

At times, they would also conduct saturation bombing of the ground.

As beams of malevolent light descended, the entire plain was engulfed in demonic fire.

The burned land turned into black tar, from which demons crawled out, a scene resembling hell.

Warmaster: "The Ark of Omen, that thing has already come out. Let's find a shady place and die with some dignity."

Ten-Timer: "We can't win. Let's retreat quickly. The Ark of Omen is too outrageous. It destroyed my fleet with a single shot."

Little Alpaca: "I'm so angry and cold! Why are there Megastructure in the Chaos Realm, but we don't?"

Dora: "Brothers, don't be afraid. Dora Workshop will always be your strong and powerful shield."

Warmaster: "Stop pretending, run! Vashtorr is coming for you."

Dora: "What is Vashtorr? You want me to avoid his attacks? Are you kidding me? This is the guy we're going to take on. Please allow me to introduce you to the latest industrial achievement Castigator Titans."

"After our group's tireless research and experimentation day and night, we have finally built the Megastructure warship that everyone has been longing for. It is absolutely capable of fighting against the Ark of Omen. Its main cannon is made of antimatter and can easily destroy planets. After charging up, it can even destroy a star with one shot."

"When the new product was launched, we originally planned to price it at 999999...99, but after conducting multiple surveys and holding meetings overnight, we persuaded the senior management and decided to price it at 1688...888."

Brother Zhong: "You're robbing me! 16 trillion for a single Megastructure- ship."

Ten-Timer: "The report released this year says that the global wealth is 904.7 trillion. The price of your Megastructure is equivalent to the wealth of 40 Earths, damn it!!"

Dora: "It looks like we sold it too cheaply; it should be more expensive."

Warmaster: "..."

Brother Zhong: "..."

Little Alpaca: "..."

Damo: "Have you gone crazy from pressing the computer buttons?"

"..."

Dora: "Take it or leave it. This thing is so expensive to build, what can I do? Such a big warship, just considering gravity collapse is troublesome enough, and we also have to maintain sufficient firepower and space."

"..."

Seeing the chat channel erupt in arguments over Dora Workshop's "Castigator Titans," the weakling Finisher, "Can I come and support the brothers first?"

"If you don't come soon, I'm going to get blown up by the Chaos Army."

Dora: "Finisher, brother, don't be afraid, Dora is here to save you. I'll also show these ignorant fools what real divine punishment is."

"..."

"This wave, the advantage is on my side." On the observation platform of the Ark of Omen, the Lord of Wither - Ghul-Sorg looked at the ground with satisfaction.

The power of the Ark of Omen was indeed astonishing; wherever it touched, the power of Chaos transformed it into the territory of the god Nurgle.

Large numbers of plague demons crawled out of the muddy earth, and dense flies covered the sky like dark clouds.

The Corpse Emperor's army is in dire straits and will soon be annihilated.

At this moment, the slave Psyker bound to the Ark of Omen screamed.

"What's going on?" Lord of Wither - Ghul-Sorg frowned.

Several wizards approached and said, "My lord, we have detected a strong Warp signal, which may be Imperium reinforcements."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Wither, Ghul-Sorg, laughed. His fat, rotting face twitched, revealing an excited smile.

"Reinforcements? Hahaha, there are actually reinforcements daring to come and die. It seems that my reputation Lord of Wither is not resounding enough. More bloodshed and slaughter are needed to prove my strength and terror."

"Order the fleet to turn around and prepare to confront this reckless Corpse Emperor, and let them know the terror of the Plague God."

"Kill!!"

The Lord of Wither, Ghul-Sorg, raised his fat, rotting hand and shouted.

"Kill all the servants of the Corpse Emperor, and slaughter them to your heart's content."

"Destroy them."

"The blessings of the Plague God will surely spread throughout the entire universe."

"..."

Countless Nurgle Daemon and traitors cheered, anticipating a new battle.

Reality is torn apart, and the Light of Paradox pours into the Realspace.

Then, a magnificent warship, beyond the imagination of any demon or traitor, flew out through the gap.

That ship was no less magnificent than the Ark of Omen, and was unbelievably large.

"How is this possible?!" The Lord of Wither - Ghul-Sorg stared wide-eyed.

When did the Imperium get this thing?!

This thing is bigger than the Rock and the Mountain Array Ship; it's like a real world.

The massive cannons that pierced through the bow were big enough to let a Gloriana-class Battleship fly inside.

"Second Battalion Commander, open fire!"

After Dora entered the Realspace, he quickly located the Ark of Omen.

Before the other side could react, the order to open fire was given.

A bright beam of light pierced through the dark Void in an instant, illuminating everything with its intense radiance.

The beam of light was enormous; battleships and cruisers looked like lone boats on the ocean compared to it.

In an instant, it was completely destroyed and evaporated by the high temperature.

The beam of light destroyed enemies along its path, eventually landing on the massive hull of the Ark of Omen.

The 'Ferryman' connecting the entire Craftworld let out a piercing scream.

It sensed the entire ship falling apart and heading towards destruction.

"No!!" Lord of Wither - Ghul-Sorg cried out in panic, all his previous arrogance and confidence gone.

He turned to run, but it was too late. The beam pierced through the Ark of Omen, tearing it apart and destroying its deeply buried core.

The terrifying explosion unleashed towering flames, so fierce that they engulfed everything in an instant.

"Haha, did you take any photos?" Dora asked her assistant.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of the photos."

"Upload it now and show those guys what we're made of."

The once noisy World Chat Channel fell into a brief silence as Dora Workshop uploaded battlefield photos and videos.

Moments later, countless voices of discussion came from all directions.

Warmaster: "No, bro, are you serious?"

Damo: "I was shot in the knee out of nowhere, and now I really want to kneel down."

Ten-Timer: "Immediate loan approval, right now! Warmaster, you submit the report, I approve the application, the loan will be disbursed today, and the Colossus will be ready tomorrow."

Brother Zhong: "I'm reporting that the head of the Imperial Bank is blatantly abusing his power for personal gain. Unless you approve it for me too, I'm going to take this to Terra."

Little Alpaca: "+1".

A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "+1"

+1

+1

+10086.

The entire chat channel was in an uproar.

The players were arguing amongst themselves.

Dora: "You were ignoring me earlier because you thought it was too expensive, but now I'm raising prices, and you can't afford it anymore. All products in the Castigator Titans series are going up in price by 50%."

Warmaster: "Dora, are you robbing me?? Everyone, don't buy it, let's see if he can still be so tough."

Ten-Timer: "This is outrageous! Everyone, don't buy from him. Let's crack down on his unscrupulous business practices."

"..."

Dora saw First Company messages on the public screen boycotting her, and then glanced at the 999+ private messages.

Click on it, and the first thing you see is the Warmaster.

"Brother, please lower the price. Please, produce it for us right away, we'll raise the money immediately."

Damo: "Brother, if they won't buy, I will."

Brother Zhong: "Have you forgotten the days we spent together on the Imperial Glory? Sell it to me first, you know that?"

"..."

"These guys are really cunning," Dora muttered, before speaking in the public chat.

"Robbing money is too slow. Harvesting you is the real way to make money. Even with a 50% price increase, we're still selling like hotcakes. We'll open the reservation channel at 8 PM tonight, one ship per Chapter. Production will proceed according to the order of orders."

"Hurry up! With the current production capacity, if you're even a few seconds slow, it won't be ready to go until next year."

"..."

"Boss, what about the remaining enemies?" the assistant asked Dora, who was engrossed in chatting in the public chat.

"Why even ask? Of course we'd just kill them all." Dora glanced at her assistant with annoyance. "Or do you want to capture prisoners and give each of them three silver dollars to give them the Eye of Terror?"

"If you give the order, we can do that too," the assistant said timidly. "After all, the boss's orders are everything, whether reasonable or unreasonable. That's your rule, have you forgotten?"

Dora slapped her forehead in exasperation, wondering how she had managed to attract such a troll.

The rule was created because this guy questioned it so much.

Goodness, now they bring it up all the time.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive, and don't ask any more questions," Dora said.

"Okay, boss." The assistant turned and left.

Dora continued chatting and bragging to the other players.

Suddenly I saw messages from players in other Chapter saying that after defeating the Chaos army, they could force them to reveal the fragments of Vashtorr's Key.

He then realized that this might be a hidden mission, and hurriedly called his assistant, asking him to capture a few prisoners.

"Boss, how about dead prisoners?" the assistant asked timidly.

"Have you ever seen a prisoner who is dead?" Dora stared intently at the other person.

"Our family," the assistant said, "You just said to wipe them all out, so I went to relay the order, and now there are no living enemies left."

"Is it really that fast?" Dora was in despair.

"Of course, we must complete the boss's orders with 100% effort and at the fastest speed. That's our workshop's motto." The assistant clenched his fist.

Dora lay on the chair, looking utterly dejected.

A hidden mission was once presented to him, but he didn't cherish it, and only regretted it when he lost it.

Nothing in this world is more painful than this.

If he could, he would say, "Can we have another chance?"

P. S.: Another chapter. Thank you all for your support.