Rebecca's colossal warship emerged from the gas giant, and Perturabo took note of its immense size, as well as the gigantic shield rotating around its central section.
He saw no macro-cannon batteries or lance arrays. In his perception, the vessel had only a single operational cannon. According to Sander the smith, that cannon could fire shells through spatial rifts, bringing destruction from within to his ships.
Since it was a weapon that operated by tearing space apart, all they needed to do was disrupt its spatial coordinates. And nothing could throw spatial coordinates into greater chaos than the tide of corruption brought by the Warp.
The beacon spires of the Iron Blood became entwined with rings of shadowy wraiths, which continuously let out shrill, piercing wails. Those screams, transcending space itself, broke through the limitations of vacuum and carried across the void.
The universe became foul and chaotic. Oedmeir's calculations of spatial coordinates instantly grew muddled and complex. Frowning, she silently sighed. Then she would have to use the cannon the simple way.
The warship adjusted its relative altitude, bringing Perturabo's distant fleet into the cannon's firing arc. Then, instead of producing dazzling torrents of surging electricity, the enormous muzzle—large enough to dock ships in—was loaded with a solid block of metal.
"I'm rather reluctant to use this... How about some inferior material instead?" Oedmeir hesitated for a moment, but still activated the cannon's firing mechanism.
"Enemy shell detected!"
"By the Iron! That shell is bigger than our ship!"
"Adjust engines! Divert power to the Void Shields!"
The crews aboard the other vessels were terrified by the colossal kinetic shell. They frantically calculated its point of impact and prayed that their Void Shields would save them.
Yet the solid metal shell did not lavishly strike a single ship. Halfway through