The far side of Mars.
The Abyssal Fury had an overall sword-like silhouette, with three trident-like protrusions at its prow. It was enormous, even larger than Emperor-class battleships and Gloriana-class battleships.
Its hull was covered in heavy armor plates. Engraved upon the prow's armor was a massive emblem—a book written in gold and silver, encircled by a cluster of flames.
Hundreds of laser cannons lined both broadsides, and these cannons possessed tremendous firepower.
The prow also carried the first prototype plasma lance, a weapon capable of sinking enemy vessels in close-range engagements. It was further equipped with a psychic interference device that could disrupt Navigators' sensory systems within the Warp.
"Huh? Why does the book on this look so much like the Book of Lorgar?" Francis stroked his chin, though his eyes drifted toward Kelbor-Hal.
Kelbor-Hal naturally noticed this. With dozens of ocular mechadendrites on his body, if he failed to catch such an obvious gesture, he might as well step down.
"I told them this was meant for you! Those Word Bearers just wouldn't listen! They insisted on putting that thing on there. It's also my fault for not supervising them closely enough."
"How about this? Name a request, and I'll make it happen. What do you say?"
Kelbor-Hal sighed inwardly. Everyone in the Imperium was supposed to be straightforward, so how had a Francis appeared among them?
"Oh, that would be far too embarrassing!"
Upon hearing that, Francis deliberately put on a bashful act. Before the other party could respond, he immediately said, "Get rid of the book on it and replace it with a massive cannon. Then give me a share of the xenos blood or corpses you've got stored away. How about that?"
"That's two requests. I can only grant one. Besides, what do you need