"What?!"
The spoon in Ragnar's hand fell with a "clatter" onto the large cauldron throne, splashing greasy soup all over him.
He suddenly wriggled, straightened his back, his round body trembling slightly with shock, his small eyes fixed on the blinding light outside the porthole.
Those are not stars.
That was the deathly light emitted when hundreds of Macro-cannon were charging.
Cold, dazzling, and carrying an aura of destruction.
"This is bad, boss! A large amount of high-energy energy has been detected, 30,000 kilometers away from our fleet!"
"The vanguard fleet of the Goffs Clan suffered heavy losses after being attacked!"
The harsh, shrill announcements from the Deathskulls Mekboy kept ringing out in Cambridge, instantly silencing the previously noisy Orks, and all eyes turned to the main screen.
On the screen, the once unstoppable ironclad warships of the Goffs Clan are now suffering devastating damage.
A series of azure spears, like divine swords, shot out from behind the Carl II, accurately striking the thickest ram of the Goffs battleship.
Those were steel rams that could withstand the simultaneous bombardment of three Imperium cruisers and even shatter asteroids.
Under the judgment of the light spear, it melted and broke rapidly, like butter meeting a red-hot knife.
The thick armor plates were scorched red-hot, then peeled off in large pieces.
The cooking pot inside the ship was ignited, and the thick grease ignited the surrounding area, causing a violent secondary explosion.
A giant fireball burst forth in the universe, illuminating the surrounding darkness as if it were daytime.
With just one volley, the Goffs Clan lost their prized " Hard Bash " signal.
"This... this is impossible!"
A Goffs man exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.
"How could those shrimp-like light spears travel so far? How could they be so powerful?!"
Ragnar's face also turned extremely ugly.
He'd been in the Calixis System for years and had dealt with countless small fleets.
But he had never seen such a distant and powerful light spear.
30,000 kilometers!
That's already twice the range of a cruiser's main guns!
Moreover, the power of that salvo just now was far more terrifying than any Imperium ship he had ever seen.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we retreat?" Blood Axes, a big guy who was good at changing his tune, asked nervously.
"Retreat?!" Ragnar turned around abruptly and glared at him fiercely.
"Retreat my ass! If we retreat now, our entire back will be exposed to them!"
"They'll attack our rear like a pack of hyenas, tearing our guts out!"
Although Ragnar looked simple-minded, he was not stupid at all.
He knew very well that the fleet was now charging at full speed, and its formation was fully deployed.
Ordering a U-turn now would inevitably lead to chaos.
At that point, the opponent only needs to chase after them and attack, and they can get tons of damage for free.
"Listen up, all of you!" Ragnar clenched his fist and roared.
"It's just a few dozen more dilapidated ships, while we have hundreds of warships."
"Three-digit numbers versus two-digit numbers, the advantage is mine!"
"Keep charging! Charge forward, get close and smash their ships to pieces! Chop those shrimps into mincemeat and boil them into stew!"
"Waaaaagh!!!"
Ragnar's prestige was supreme among the Dorito Orks.
Moreover, with the biggest troublemaker in the Calixis System, Iron Claw Chandler, already dead on Carl II, no one dared to question Ragnar's decision now.
All the big Orks men raised their weapons and started shouting wildly.
The Orks men, who had initially been somewhat panicked, instantly became bloodthirsty and ferocious again.
The Orks fleet did not slow down at all; instead, it accelerated and rushed towards the Carl II.
But Ragnar soon paid a heavy price for his decision.
That devastating barrage of light spears was actually just the firepower of a single warship.
That's right, only one.
From the Victory-class Battleship, Gemstone, with its dark gold and burgundy colors.
Only the Gemstone, personally modified by the Mars Adeptus Mechanicus Grand Sage, was equipped with three of the latest " Skyfire " type giant light spears.
Only then could such a precise and deadly strike be launched from a distance of 30,000 kilometers.
When the Orks fleet reached a distance of 10,000 kilometers from the Carl II, they finally entered the full attack range of the human fleet.
The true realm of death has begun!
"These damned scum dare to encroach on human territory."
"All ships, by the Emperor's command, unleash your fury!!!"
On the bridge of the Gemstone, Dominic put down his glass of red wine.
He raised his sword and issued the order in a passionate tone.
His eyes and brows held a burning rage and murderous intent towards the Xenos!
"Yes, sir!"
At Dominic's command, the 52.4mm Macro-cannon on one side of the Gemstone roared angrily.
From the moment they were created, they were given the right to kill all enemies of the Emperor!
Each of the Macro-cannon has a caliber of over forty meters and fires armor-piercing high-explosive shells weighing hundreds of tons.
Meanwhile, three Mars- class battleships and seven cruisers followed the Gemstone in firing deadly shells.
In space, with no air resistance, the projectile reaches an astonishing speed of one thousand kilometers per second.
Just as a Orks killing cruiser was about to turn and evade, it was hit precisely by an armor-piercing shell.
The immense impact forced the cruiser's shields to overload.
Immediately afterwards, several lances struck the cruiser's exposed hull simultaneously, and the violent explosions blew the entire cruiser in half.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The Macro-cannon of more than a dozen capital ships fired simultaneously, forming an impenetrable network of fire.
Each salvo can destroy at least one Orks cruiser, along with several Orks frigates.
Those warships that the Orks considered indestructible turned out to be as fragile as paper in the face of the Tithe Fleet's overwhelming firepower.
The three Mars-class Battlecruiser also continued to play a role.
While waiting for the main guns to cool down, they opened the ship's hangar.
Thousands of small, agile induction machines swarmed out like bees.
These decoy aircraft were not equipped with powerful weapons, only some chaff and decoy flares.
But they are extremely fast and highly maneuverable.
Their target was the Evil Sunz Clan fleet on their flank.
The Ork Boyz of the Evil Sunz are known for their speed and frenzy.
Upon seeing these tiny guide machines, they immediately became as excited as sparrows seeing flying insects, their eyes turning red with anticipation.
"Chase them! Catch them and shoot them all down!"
With a loud shout, the burly man from the Evil Sunz took the lead and charged forward in his fighter jet.
All the Evil Sunz fighters abandoned their original raid mission and swarmed after the guide aircraft.
The guides remained calm and unhurried, leading the Evil Sunz Fighter around in circles within the asteroid belt.
They relied on temporary fortresses that had not yet been completely destroyed, and constantly changed direction.
They also occasionally fired flares to disrupt the visibility of the Evil Sunz fighter jets.
The Evil Sunz kids were completely fooled and yelled in anger, only to suffer repeated setbacks in the asteroid belt.
Occasionally, a few fighter jets would accidentally get too close to the encirclement of the temporary fortress, only to be immediately turned into fireballs by the fortress's crossfire.
The Evil Sunz Clan fleet, originally tasked with launching a surprise attack on the flanks, was thus tied down by thousands of guided aircraft.
They forgot the mission originally assigned to them by Ragnar: to harass the human capital ships.