The Poisonous Milk Is Still Working

As the saying goes, a camel that's dead is still bigger than a horse. The Malice-class light cruiser that Hogg had seized possessed surprisingly excellent performance, far outstripping the Lunar-class Cruiser standard in the Imperial Navy.

However, there is always a trade-off. While the Eldar warship completely crushed its Imperial counterparts in firepower and speed, its defensive capabilities were pathetic—it was arguably less armored than some armed merchant vessels.

Much like how male creatures are inseparable from guns, cars, and sports, everyone took this opportunity to explore this alien warship, which possessed a completely different aesthetic.

As Primarchs, despite their differing areas of expertise, they were all exceptionally gifted researchers. Even Angron, that brute, was capable of crafting various types of Exterminatus.

Driven by an extreme obsession with explosives, Angron—that Ogryn of bombs—had spent ten thousand years researching. Not only did he imitate existing designs, but he also innovated by integrating alien technology to create many specialized models. The Vortex Torpedo that Hogg had detonated earlier was one provided by the World Eaters.

Yet, after repeated observation, aside from Jaghatai Khan, that speed-obsessed racer, almost all the Primarchs lost interest in the Eldar warship.

The reason was that the armor of this type of warship was too thin; it couldn't withstand a single broadside. Even with fierce firepower, it was nothing more than a glass cannon, which did not align with the Imperial style of charging headlong into battle.

After all, human warships were equipped with rams. Hiding in the distance to fire potshots was not the Imperial way; the Imperial Navy training manual even included the tactical technique of ramming with warships—it was something truly written into the official curriculum.

Relying on Magnus, that psychic powerhouse, Hogg and his group successfully charged out of the Webway without a Navigator