The Terrifying Shadow of the Ramillies-class Star Fortress
Cepra -Mundy Orbit, the first Ramillies-class Star Fortress, Ramillies.
In the star Star Fortress the size of a satellite, at the center of the Ramillies command throne, Diana Pauline commanded, "Set sail."
She immediately switched communication channels and gave the order to Chief Navigator Visher: "Prepare for the jump ceremony."
The Ramillies-class Star Fortress is so massive that traversing the Warp is a task that no single Navigator could accomplish independently.
The elite of the House Visscher will serve as the chief Navigator, leading the other six navigators on this arduous journey.
The numerous thrusters of the Ramillies, each larger than the entire destroyer, emitted a blazing Red Light, making the entire Star Fortress shine like the Sun in the void.
On the surface of Cepra Mundi, countless residents looked up at the rising Sun and erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
At the top of the Bergkamp House's Gothic tower stands Patriarch Schlumberger, the most renowned jeweler in the "Shadow of Order" territory.
His eyes were deep as he gazed at the enormous shadow in the sky.
"A dazzling gem, a perfect Geometry shape."
On the Mechanicus Ark Explorer, the Great Sage Rian Ramirez gazed upon the Star Fortress named after him, his pride overflowing:
"It is the most perfect of all creations built of Ceramite and Plasteel, a manifestation of the God of All Machines."
He saw hundreds of Tug, like ants, dragging the Ramillies slowly toward Mandeville Point.
Ramirez recalled the Star Fortress guarding the passage between Pluto and the Gate of Hades; they were the size of a battlecruiser and three kilometers wide.
It is inlaid with numerous cannons and Void Shield Generator. Taking down any one of them would require an entire battle group and would result in the loss of many ships.
However, compared to the Ramirez-class, those Star Fortress were utterly vulnerable.
Even his Mechanicus Ark could only be described as a small boat compared to the Ramillies.
Enormous towers, bridges, and protective walls cover the surface of Star Fortress; the magnificent architecture is so grand that even the Imperium's capital ships can only look up in awe.
"Set sail!" The Great Sage gave the order with a satisfied smile.
October 838, Terra-hour, Colonid Sector, Manache System, Manache Prime.
Flamini, a thin boy who had just turned six, was covered in cold sweat and trembling violently.
In his eyes, he could see the shadow of a colossal creature cutting through the Great Ocean.
Flamini stopped in horror from peering into the threads of fate and collapsed to the ground.
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The next moment, he suddenly felt a pang of fear, and images flashed through his mind.
"Xenos are coming! Run!"
Flamini sprang up from the wet ground and ran into the depths of the sewers.
No one among the surrounding people hesitated, and no one doubted the words of the six-year-old Soothsayer.
They all believed the Soothsayer's words and fled in terror after Flamini.
Seconds later, where Flamini had been sitting, an anemone-shaped creature with legs plummeted and crashed into the foul-smelling, filthy water.
Creatures of various shapes Xenos, shimmering with an ethereal light, rushed over and helped him up after landing.
"Lord Jeremias, are you alright?"
Jeremias spat out the filthy water in his mouth.
"There's something in the Aether Tide..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the humans scattering in all directions and shouted.
"Don't let any humans escape, arrest them all!"
At the same time, the flagship of the Rogue Trader Lewis von Valancieus, the Vostonia Loyalty.
The Vox Master's voice rang out in Lewis's Communication Bead.
"My lord, the Xenos warships of the Mitu United Empire have all stopped."
"Tell the Navigator to prepare for the jump ceremony." Lewis, his azure eyes fixed on the dozens of enemy ships, stopped his pursuit, a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal flashing through his mind.
He clenched his fist again and slammed it hard on the holographic projection table.
"Damn Xenos, filthy United Empire."
"What alliance? That sounds nice, but the Xenos only see humans as fuel for their Arcane Machine."
Standing beside him, the leader of the Rogue Trader frowned and offered a reminder.
"But they are too powerful; the House Veroni are struggling to hold on with their Follweather Fortress."
"Even the Forge World Mezoa, which has been forging its own destiny, has become accustomed to 'mild' cleansing over the decades."
"In fact, there's nothing we can do. Even the most powerful merchant family fleets are no match for the Xenos fleet."
"No," Lewis rejected his commander's reminder, "We must do something. In the Manache system alone, billions of our fellow humans are enslaved by Xenos, treated as mere flesh and blood parts."
"And there are hundreds of millions of humans struggling in dozens of worlds."
"Lord Nimrod will surely be able to Purification the corrupt Xenos Imperium. We will return to Vostonia and report to the Monarch Majesty."
In December of Terra-hour 838, the Ramillies completed its journey and returned to the real world.
As soon as Star Fortress stepped into the Vortex- Morse, the Rangdan warships and a deluge of drones swarmed toward it.
Rangdan's Psyker had already detected the vast shadow in the Warp and were on high alert.
Simulacrum Sanctum, Diana sat in a chair surrounded by cables, with the surrounding niches flashing wildly.
At her feet lay the Brainy Cat, but even after two rounds of Mental Body enhancement, she still felt her brain was about to burst from the sea of data.
It's not just the data from Star Fortress, but also massive amounts of data from the Rangdan warships and drones.
Diana realized almost immediately that she couldn't handle the computational demands of a massive number of drones capable of causing significant damage to Gloriana-class Battleship.
She immediately handed over this data to the Torpedo Chief's team and issued orders.
"The Xenos drone is yours."
Not far from Diana sat the Torpedo Chief of the Ramillies.
Each area of Star Fortress is equipped with a different weapon system, with the central area's weapon system consisting of a large number of Torpedo Launcher and an almost unlimited number of torpedoes.
The Torpedo Chief and his Operations Chief, independently handling a vast ocean of data, immediately felt immense computational pressure.
After a few breaths, he reluctantly gave up the possibility of a precision strike, but the data provided by the Simulacrum Sanctum was still meaningful to him.
The Torpedo Chief delineated several areas, which were not the areas where the drone was currently located. Instead, these areas were calculated based on data such as the torpedo's relative flight speed, the drone's position, and its flight trajectory, to determine the areas most likely to cause maximum damage.
"Attack! Destroy them!"
The Torpedo Chief's order reached all the operators of the Torpedo Launcher in an instant.
Almost instantly, countless control levers were pulled down, and torpedoes were launched in a series, forming a continuous chain.
Under the command of the Torpedo Chief, countless torpedoes were systematically woven into a dense net, enveloping a massive number of drones.
A dazzling light exploded in the void, as if countless fireworks were ignited.
Three Gloriana-class Battleship leaped into real space and positioned themselves around the Ramillies-class Star Fortress.
Even compared to the Gloriana-class Battleship, Star Fortress is an absolute behemoth, standing proudly like a king looking down upon his subjects.
The Shadow of the Throne.
Nimrod stared at the battlefield hologram projected by Arsena Dunn using his Control Staff.
Rangdan's sea of drones vanished as quickly as moths to a flame.
He nodded slightly in satisfaction, thinking to himself:
Rangdan doesn't have a large number of warships in the star system. In my memory, Ulian Bendregg's one hundred capital ships gave him an absolute naval advantage.
Drones, however, pose the greatest threat besides man-made combat satellites.
The Gloriana-class Battleship Abominable Exemplar was severely damaged by a drone and had no chance of survival, so it crashed into War Satellite.
Nimrod then looked at the star map of Spiral- Morse and said to the Primarch's Attendants:
"There are six planets in the Spiral- Morse system. Its host star is protected by Artificial War Satellite. One of the six planets is relatively close to the host star."
"Four of them are located on the outer edge of the galaxy, outside the range of the War Satellite, so the first phase objective is clear: we must capture them."
As Nimrod issued the order, more and more points of light appeared in the holographic projection.
The "Shadow of Order" fleet, centered on the Ramillies-class Star Fortress, deployed its forces and advanced.
The Expeditionary Fleet encountered trouble immediately after the Void War broke out in full force.
The ship's Auspex indicated that there were no enemy ships nearby, so the Chief Gunnery Officer were unable to lock onto any enemy ships, let alone launch an attack.
Hundreds of Rangdan warships launched an attack on the Expeditionary Fleet.
A flash of lightning streaked across the void, striking the vanguard warships of the Expeditionary Fleet.
Countless blinding white bolts of lightning rained down on the black battleship, instantly overloading the Void Shield.
The Void Shield stubbornly rose up instantly, only to be engulfed by white lightning.
The terrifying warships, covered in spikes and flails, were unlike any other Imperium warships, resembling thorny monsters.
The dense white lightning bolts they fired at the Imperium warships struck the battleships' engines.
There was no explosion, no fire; it was torn to shreds, leaving only a dark shadow.
The Shadow Blaster aboard the Rangdan warships unleashed radioactive electromagnetic bombardment, turning over a dozen black warships into ominous shadows in the first wave of fire, including two capital ships.