The cold void was torn apart by blazing artillery fire.
Like moths rushing into flame, the Chaos fleet madly slammed against the impregnable energy bulwark formed by The Rock's void shield, Gorgon's Blessing.
Abaddon stood on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, his scarlet eye fixed on the tactical star map.
The ships of his Black Legion poured forth devastating firepower: the roar of macrocannons, the piercing strikes of lances, the explosions of warp-powered torpedoes... Yet that invisible bulwark, like a wall of sighs, held back the vast majority of the attacks, causing only violent ripples in its energy readings.
The fortress's own macrocannon batteries and lance turrets were like dormant venomous stingers. Every salvo precisely detonated several Chaos vessels that had pushed too far forward, turning them into burning wreckage in the void.
"Hmph!" Abaddon snorted in displeasure.
He had expected The Rock's defenses to be formidable, but he had not expected the shield to remain so resilient even under the firepower of a fleet "blessed" by Vashtorr.
He turned toward the massive figure beside him. "Vashtorr! Your turn! Smash that turtle shell!"
Vashtorr's brass skull let out a shrill metallic screech, and his scarlet eye gleamed with warped excitement. "Kekekeke... Watch closely, Warmaster! Let me show you what real... technological power looks like!"
His immense body of molten metal and burning engines suddenly shuddered! An invisible command instantly spread throughout the entire Chaos fleet.
The firepower of every vessel abruptly weakened as they began adjusting their formation.
At the heart of the fleet formation, the most bizarre and blasphemous warship slowly moved forward.
It seemed to have been forcibly pieced together from the wreckage of countless vessels from different eras, of different models, and even different races. Its hull was covered in writhing, proliferating metal flesh and burning