Tearing Apart a Heldrake with Bare Hands

Unnatural flames burned in the sky above Macragge.

Wounds defying the laws of reality appeared in the cold, dark Void.

The wound emitted an eerie color and surged with the filthy power of the Immaterium.

The Despoiler are determined to destroy Macragge as they destroyed Cadia.

He used the advantages of Warp travel to transfer Chaos forces from various conflict zones to Macragge.

The Loyalists fleet is under heavy attack and is struggling to hold on.

The Chaos Ships dropped Heldrake and Hell-Drake onto the surface of Macragge.

This has led to an increasing number of heretical forces on the ground.

They besieged Hera Fortress.

Intending to destroy the temple that sustained Guilliman's last hope.

This ensures that the Lord of Ultramar will never return.

Qin Yun, standing on the bridge of the Imperial Glory,

Looking at the dense cluster of red dots, I felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, I arrived in time; otherwise, the resurrection of Guilliman might very well have unfolded as in my dream.

Abaddon deployed even more and more terrifying military forces to stop Cawl resurrecting Guilliman.

Under Xia's command, the fleet plunged into the fierce battlefield.

Swarms of Space Torpedo, trailing long plumes of flame, traversed the Void.

The Macro-cannon illuminated the dark universe in a breathtaking explosion.

The Laser Array emits straight, uniform, and dazzling beams of light.

A bright light suddenly burst forth from the Void, drawing everyone's attention.

The Void Shield of an Imperium warship was disabled.

The massive ship was hit by several torpedoes, and its power unit was detonated, illuminating the universe like a supernova explosion.

"My goodness! Is this Void naval warfare is like?"

Ten-Timer leaned against the porthole, watching the fierce battle outside.

"This scale is far more spectacular than modern warfare. I can't even imagine how terrifying the computing power of this game must be—to be able to support this level of computation!!"

Warmaster stood ramrod straight, looking at the Void battlefield outside with a curious expression.

"This game may not be as mysterious as we imagine."

The Old Bird stroked the metal skull in his hand and proposed a new idea.

"The game development company must possess some kind of technology that alters our perception of dreams, so that when we enter a dream, we act according to that perception."

"When our subconscious mind believes that the world is real, the brain will construct it as real."

"In most cases, we are unaware that we are dreaming while we are dreaming. The same is true for the dream world of Warhammer Online. The details of reality and illusion are filled in by us, so we are not aware of the problems in this world! We feel that everything is so real!"

"And what about the pain?" Warmaster asked.

"Pain and touch are simulated," the Old Bird explained. "It's just a matter of calling up information that the brain already has, or filling it with some information."

"As expected of a PhD, your words are well-reasoned and supported by evidence." The Bald Monk gave a thumbs up.

"It's nothing much, I just like to think about things randomly in my spare time," the Old Bird waved his hand.

The others nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

It might actually be dream recognition technology!

"There are two Slaughter-class Cruiser and a bunch of frigates coming toward us."

Ten-Timer's words attracted everyone's attention.

They all looked out the porthole, their pupils dilating slightly.

Indeed, two Slaughter-class Cruiser, accompanied by escort ships and numerous fighter jets, are flying toward the Imperial Glory.

The Slaughter-class Cruiser is a special type of cruiser designed with the core concept of charging in, destroying, and escaping.

An experimental power unit equipped with Skar-tix Engine Ring.

It is equipped with a large number of short-range but powerful Lance and large Macro-cannon.

Due to design flaws, the Geller Field device on the Slaughter-class Cruiser is prone to malfunction.

Sometimes, gaps will appear.

If the Geller Field fails during Warp travel, all crew members will face the inevitable fate of corruption.

After realizing this problem, the Imperium abandoned the construction of the Slaughter-class Cruiser.

The originally built Slaughter-class Cruiser have now become the exclusive property of the Chaos faction.

The Chaos Warband are very tolerant of minor issues with the Geller Field.

Once within firing range, the enemy opened fire on the Imperial Glory.

A barrage of lasers and missiles rained down.

It crashed into the Void Shield of the Imperial Glory.

"The Void Shield flickered, diverting all incoming attacks into the Warp."

Ripples spread across the surface, and purple Operation Lightning appeared.

But the Imperial Glory trembled due to the attack.

Inside the ship, red alarm lights flashed and rotated, and the alarm sounded continuously.

"Lock onto the port side of the Slaughter-class Cruiser, unleash a barrage of Lance on one area, and disable its Void Shield."

Xia's voice rang out from the bridge.

The Lance is one of humanity's most powerful weapons.

It is a high-output, long-consumption beam.

After being enhanced by Xi Ling, the power of the Imperial Glory's Lance increased significantly.

As soon as the order was given, a bright beam of light suddenly shot out from the ship's turret.

The Imperial Glory has six Lance turrets.

Four gun decks are located on either side of the hull, and two more are located on the ridge.

They adjusted their angles, and the six beams were focused into a single point.

The Void Shield of the locked-on Slaughter-class Cruiser surged with Heaven energy.

Throw the energy of the Lance into the churning ocean of the Immaterium.

However, under Xi Ling's control, the Imperial Glory's energy distribution was incredibly precise.

In addition, Xia had already used a high-computing-power model to analyze the weaknesses of the Void Shield.

As the Lance continued to fire, the Void Shield Generator of the Slaughter-class Cruiser collapsed due to overload.

The projected Void Shield flickered intermittently before finally extinguishing, leaving a huge gap.

The bright beam of light pierced through the thick armor in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, torpedoes and missiles rained down on its hull through the gap.

During the sustained bombing, the Slaughter-class Cruiser exploded.

The terrifying aftershocks even affected the nearby escort ships and fighter jets, dragging them all down to hell.

"So handsome!!"

"When will our Chapter get its own warship?"

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The members of the Hammer and Sickle Warband also peered out the portholes, their eyes fixed on the Void battlefield with longing.

"I think there will be an update after the reinforcements arrive in Macragge, which might allow players to buy warships and actively fight against those Xenos and Chaos Fleet," September Nine guessed.

The Spiky Hair nodded. "I agree. Such a big storyline will definitely lead to new gameplay."

"I really look forward to the opening up of warship purchases. We, Hammer and Sickle, want to build the first ground-to-air combat team."

The Little Fatty fantasized about what it would be like to be a fleet commander.

After commanding the Void battle,

They would pilot mechs to slaughter enemies on the ground.

With a swift movement, the knife fell; with a swift movement, the knife fell.

In the name of Omnissiah, bring destruction upon those damned enemies.

"Since the commander has mentioned this, I do have a somewhat immature idea," Movie Bro said, scratching his head.

Little Fatty and the others turned their attention to him.

What are your thoughts?

Movie Bro Ge chuckled and said, "Do you think we could recreate the Viking from StarCraft?"

"If we can replicate it, after we finish the Void Wars, we'll land our Viking and wreak havoc on the battlefield."

"Viking landed??" September Nine gasped. "It was cool, but it was instantly killed by the Ultralisk."

The image of the Viking transforming into mechs and landing, swarming the Swarm, from the Heart of the Swarm CG video flashed through everyone's minds.

Unfortunately, his cool demeanor lasted only three seconds before he was sent flying by the massive Ultralisk...

"Let's not even talk about whether we can build it!" Little Fatty hesitated, "Dora Workshop might not be willing to do it!!"

"If Dora Workshop can't do it, can't we find a way ourselves? The game doesn't say that Chapter can't recruit Tech-Priest. With Warhammer's technology, there's a great chance we can replicate it."

Movie Bro's words tempted the group.

"You're absolutely right. The Chapter should indeed recruit some Tech-Priest to form its own research department." Little Fatty nodded. "In addition, we should develop some industries to subsidize the Chapter's development and accumulate funds for the research and development of new vehicles."

"Magos, isn't there one right here?" The man with the Spiky Hair looked excited.

"Let's try to increase Cawl's favorability and then recruit him to research new mechs for us."

Everyone else stared wide-eyed at these words.

He wondered to himself how this guy dared to have such an idea!

The seriousness of digging up Cawl is no less than confessing Yvraine's love to the Regent.

Why are you looking at me like that?

The Spiky Hair touched her face, thinking there was something dirty on it.

Another Slaughter-class Cruiser passed by the Imperial Glory.

Through the porthole, one could see the Chaos Warship rapidly expanding from a tiny speckle into a larger form.

The ramming head of the ship transformed from a sharp scalpel into a massive, thick cliff face.

The numerous sensor towers and weapon turrets on top are clearly visible.

Players can even clearly see the flash of light when the Macro-cannon is fired.

And the current ejected by the generator after the Laser Array is emitted due to overload.

The two ships were so close that it seemed they could easily leap across each other.

This has made some players eager to try it out.

"If I had a propulsion backpack, I would have charged straight in."

"Let me learn from Zhao Zilong and fight my way in and out seven times."

Warmaster looked on with anticipation.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of Changban Slope, she was no ordinary woman. She was the top courtesan of Yi Hong Lou. Although she was utterly defeated and left in disarray, she was still an extraordinary woman who refused to admit defeat. She made a promise to fight Zilong again the next day."

Hardcore Bro's words instantly veered the originally passionate tone off course.

Warmaster's face darkened; he could no longer associate the phrase "seven in and seven out" with the battlefield.

Old Bird players like Ten-Timer were laughing so hard their faces were twitching.

On the bridge side,

Xia issued a new order to fire.

"Calculate the enemy ships' speed, turn the rudder to left by 90 degrees, fire from the side, and move to fire at the enemy group."

The power thrusters on one side of the Imperial Glory activated, and the massive hull began to rotate maneuver.

Immediately afterwards, the massive Macro-cannon on the broadside opened fire in succession.

The enormous reaction force caused the deck of the Imperial Glory to tremble.

The other warships in the fleet followed the Imperial Glory's movements.

Overwhelming firepower rained down on the Void Shield of the Slaughter-class Cruiser, unleashing a series of explosions.

The shield generator overloaded due to frequent flashing.

Plasma and thermonuclear warheads were detonated on the hull of the enemy ship.

As the flames on the ship's hull coalesced into a massive pillar of fire, it erupted forth.

Its stern broke.

One second later, the reactor exploded.

The miniature sun enveloped the entire ship in a perfectly shaped yellow sphere.

"Target successfully destroyed."

A voice came from the bridge.

The crew cheered with joy.

"Communication request received!" a crew member shouted. "Authentication successful. The commander of the Macragge garrison fleet requests a call."

Xia looked at Qin Yun, who nodded, and then she gave the order, "Connect."

The projection device outlined the appearance of a tall, upright officer with an implanted electronic prosthetic eye.

"Thank you for your help. I am the commander of the garrison fleet, Seluve."

"I am Brigadier General Xia Atat," Xia introduced himself to the other party.

"The Calgar have agreed to your arrival on the surface, but the port has been besieged by the enemy, and we are unable to support your charge in."

Seluve said,

"If possible, you can parachute directly to the surface. The Calgar people will leave a safe passage for you."

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After the communication ended,

Qin Yun, Cawl, Amalrich, and others quickly reached a consensus.

That means abandoning the journey to the port and choosing to first parachute onto the surface of Macragge, and then head to Hera Fortress.

"Go, Master," Xi Ling said to Qin Yun. "I will hold off those bad guys in the Void."

"Thank you, Xi Ling."

Qin Yun turned and left the bridge.

He plans to Cawl onto the surface of Macragge, head to Hera Fortress, and resurrect the Primarch.

This mission is of utmost importance and must not be lost.

Under the cover of friendly forces,

The Imperial Glory arrived at the designated coordinates.

The next second, the Drop Pod and transport airships were thrown out like raindrops and plunged into the atmosphere of Macragge.

At this time, the city of Macragge was engulfed in full-scale war.

Ground-based anti-aircraft artillery relentlessly strafed the Hell-Drake and Traitor Fighters soaring through the sky.

They circled above Hera Fortress.

Wandering among towering statues and colossal buildings,

They could either strafe the defenders or Throwing tons of bombs on ground targets.

Many areas were engulfed in flames, magnificent sculptures collapsed, and colonnaded temples were reduced to ruins.

Loyalists fighters are battling them, trying to regain air superiority.

The transport gunboats quickly descended and headed to the area designated by Calgar.

The enemy quickly noticed the arrival of Qin Yun and his group.

Several Hell-Drake roared strangely, flapped their wings, and charged forward to launch an attack.

Boom!

A gunboat transporting soldiers was destroyed, exploding into a fireball in mid-air.

Several surviving soldiers screamed as they plummeted to the ground, smashing into a bloody pulp along with the corpses.

Players like Blood Pigeon control Valkyrie and escort fighters in an attempt to intercept the enemy.

However, the enemy forces were too numerous and difficult to eliminate.

Qin Yun felt the gunboat vibrate; the enemy's firepower was extremely fierce.

Concerned that Cawl and the Armor of Fate could not be lost, he ordered the hatch to be opened, flapped his wings, and leaped out.

He held in his hand a Power Spear given to him by Cawl.

Fluttering its pure white wings, it charged toward a Hell-Drake under everyone's watchful eyes.

Hell-Drake is a blasphemous creation formed from the combination of humans, machines, and demons.

It has a wingspan far exceeding that of the Storm Eagle Gunship.

Qin Yun's spear pierced through the Hell-Drake's head armor, revealing the cockpit covered in sticky, bloody flesh.

A fleshy growth, covered in mouth-like structures and sharp teeth, wriggled around.

That thing was once a noble Space Marines.

When they abandoned the Emperor and fled to the embrace of the Dark Gods...

The evil forces of the Warp acted upon them.

Making drivers increasingly ugly and repulsive.

Ultimately, their pain, despair, and hatred became the nourishment for the Daemon Engine.

Flesh and soul merged with the twisted machine, transforming into Hell-Drake and becoming Daemon Engine.

"Tearing apart Hell-Drake with bare hands? Is the Guide's combat power this formidable now?"

"It's supposed to be the Greater Daemon of E, so it'll definitely be paved with gravel."

"Paving the road with gravel? What does that mean?"

"You don't even understand this? You've got the strength (of a pebble)."

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Qin Yun couldn't hear the players' discussions.

After tearing the Hell-Drake to shreds, he charged toward another enemy.

It performed admirably by consecutively defeating several Hell-Drake.

The troops on the ground quickly noticed the unusual activity in the sky.

A giant with pure white wings, standing over three meters tall, is wielding Power Spear and slaying Hell-Drake.

"Sanguinius?"

Calgar, inside Hera Fortress, looked surprised and doubtful.

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.