The Greatest Honor of Mortals Is to Nourish the Gods

884. M30.

The Pelesa Galaxy.

The fleet of the 11th Chapter warped out from Mandeville Point, and on the bridge of the Son of Vostonia, Per Koschelny scrutinized the holographic projection.

The Nephilim's egg-shaped warships were almost rolling as they approached their own lines.

"My lord," the Vox Master's voice rang out, "Holographic image received, it's a human."

"Continue to assemble." Per had read the Nephilim information issued by the Black Emperor during his Warp travels and had already guessed their methods.

The "Baron of Corruption," adept at manipulating the rules, decides to give the Nephilim a chance to perform, while the Chapter's fleet uses this opportunity to complete its assembly.

He strode towards the holographic platform.

"Connection established," the Tech Sergeant reported. "The holographic projection is weak, but the audio is clear and complete."

From the information provided by the Black Emperor, Per already knew that the Nephilim possessed unique expertise in sound waves.

The language used by the Nephilim for communication within their own race was exceptionally harsh, with high frequencies reaching even the ultra-high frequency band, making it difficult for even the Astartes to recognize and hear.

As soon as Per stepped onto the holographic platform, he saw a burst of light.

The figures were blurry, but it was barely possible to make out that all five were human.

"Fellow humans, please leave immediately," one of them said.

"There's nothing here that requires your interference."

"You have been usurped. Xenos have established a corrupt Temple here, and the life essence of countless people has been stolen," Per said coldly.

"Wake up! You should not foolishly continue to be loyal."

The figures suddenly became clear, Per could see that the five people had devout expressions and were speaking in unison.

No! They are Angel, and they teach us!

"We serve them devoutly!"

"They feed on you," the Baron of Corruption declared loudly. Having already Corrosion more than a dozen nobles, merchants, and officers, he could not comprehend the enslaved humans before him.

He widened his eyes. "Don't you hate them?"

"The greatest honor for mortals is to nourish the gods," the five said in unison with a laugh, their eerie words blurring the scene.

"Nephilim." Per decided not to waste any more words on these hopeless humans and addressed the Xenos who enslaved them directly.

"I know you took this name from the myths of Terra, Caliban, and Barak; Nephilim means fallen Six Wings Angel."

True Angel don't hide; they come out and speak.

A sharp, trembling sound of air vibrating could be heard in the audio, accompanied by strange, buzzing harmonics.

The Tech Sergeant operating the platform stared in astonishment at the particle transmission accomplished through unknown means, as if ripples were flowing in between the opening and closing of an audible eardrum.

They couldn't understand the underlying principles at all; the only thing they were certain of was that it had nothing to do with Aether energy.

The Tech Sergeant suddenly understood why their father had ordered the recording and analysis of the Nephilim's words and communications.

Once this technology is mastered, encrypted communication will be possible.

"Why have you come here to fight against us?" The Nephilim strange and high-pitched, and he clearly expressed every syllable of every word in Gothic.

"There's no need for that, we want peace."

"You are not Angel, but parasites." Per glanced at the tactical layer inside his helmet; ninety-four percent of the warships had arrived in Pelesa.

"You feed on the life force of radiation; you need to be worshipped and made gods."

"Your technology controls human thought and imprisons the human mind."

"That's a kind of peace too." A gray figure flashed by.

Join us, and I'll show you how wonderful it is to be together.

"Both mortal and divine."

"You are nothing but a false, pale reflection!" Per roared, for the Nephilim was a blasphemy against the Black Emperor.

He walked straight down from the holographic platform, and the assembled green runes flashed in the Eyepiece of his helmet.

"Attack!"

The ancient Machine Spirit of the Son of Vostonia, sensing Per's extraordinary rage, roared and unleashed a sharp, gleaming light.

The crystal-clear Lance shattered the two perfectly round eggs.

An egg-shaped warship was the first to react. It began to spin like a rolling egg, and as it trembled, an invisible force field rippled out as a physical shock wave.

In the Silence void, strange harmonics are eerily generated as particles ripple.

The 11th Chapter's Auspex failed to detect any attack signals, and the officers of the Simulacrum Sanctum were completely unaware.

Until a buzzing sound, eerily, rang in the ears of the Shadow of Order within the Son of Vostonia.

Per's Leman's Ear filters high-frequency sound waves, and the harsh sound disappears instantly.

He looked up at the video screen above the strategy table.

The numbers on the Void Shield kept fluctuating: 97.14%, 98.52%...

The adjutant's voice came from inside Per's helmet.

"My lord, we cannot detect Xenos attacks."

"As per your command, all warships that have completed the Auto-recharging Void Shield upgrade are now positioned at the forefront of the battle."

The Tech Sergeant, through the dismantling of the Fashi warship and research into the Duran Voidport technology, mastered the Standard Template Construct for the Auto-recharging Void Shield.

The 11th Chapter completed the modification of most of the ships at the burgeoning Vostonia Satellite Shipyard, which is why the Black Emperor chose his Chapter to be in charge of the Void Wars.

"Keep firing, smash their eggs."

As he issued the order, Per returned to the strategic table.

In the holographic image, black warship runes shot out beams of dazzling light, slicing through the egg-shaped enemy ship.

However, the swarm of eggs remained frozen, without beams of light, torpedoes, or shells.

But the Nephilim did not sit idly by and wait for their doom; they were simply unaware of their unpredictable attacks.

As the eggs tumbled and rolled, layers of sound waves hummed and swept towards the black warship.

There was no energy signal, and no rune warning.

Unlike in the past, the officers of the Simulacrum Sanctum could no longer determine which warships were within enemy attack range by observing the orientation of enemy ships' weapons.

After receiving the report, Per pondered for a moment and then issued the order.

"Dispatch an escort fleet, dispersed and heading towards the enemy ships."

"Records the attacks suffered by warships that sail directly towards enemy ships and those that infiltrate gaps."

The officer of the Simulacrum Sanctum immediately understood the lord's intention.

He hopes to determine, through experiments, the angle at which the egg-shaped warships release their attacks and whether they interfere with each other.

Fourteen frigates, simultaneously increasing engine power.

Per simultaneously took in the holographic image and the surrounding video screens.

In his mind, the data naturally fell into two groups.

Five warships charging head-on towards the enemy ships:

96.27%, 93.18%...

Another group of seven warships weaved between two or three enemy ships:

95.05%, 91.47%...

Per's Superhuman Brain was calculating at lightning speed, and as he drew his conclusion, his adjutant's voice rang out.

"My lord, the enemy ship's sound waves are omnidirectional, making it impossible to plan an evasive route."

"Warships that infiltrate among enemy ships are subjected to more intense attacks."

"After 136 iterations of calculations, the enemy ship's sound waves will produce a harmonic convergence effect."

Just as the adjutant finished his report, a warship weaving among the three suddenly lit up with red runes and then disappeared from the holographic image.

"Order the warships to retreat." Per issued the order after obtaining the information he needed.

"Abandon conventional side-attack tactics; bow-to-bow engagements will be conducted one-on-one."

Break those eggs!

The 11th Chapter's Gothic warships unleashed beams of light like Spear, piercing towards each egg.

The sound waves arrive, and the energy decreases.

The sound subsides, and the energy rises.

The sudden, piercing sound waves and the shimmering numbers were the only indication that the ship was under attack.

Per took in the battle: every moment, eggs were shattering.

The black runes rarely disappear.

[Although we couldn't track the Nephilim's attack trajectory, the Auto-recharging Void Shield allowed our warships to recover at a rate far exceeding the destructive power of the Xenos warships.]

The black warship advanced steadily, shattered eggshells scattered across the void.

On the tenth day after the 11th Chapter arrived in the system, on the main planet of Pelasa, the last thirty-six egg-shaped warships shattered almost simultaneously.

Eggshell debris rained down through the atmosphere, striking the ground and igniting bursts of fire.

Around the Temple, millions of people cheered for the arrival of their god.