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"It's going to be a fierce battle."
Lin Qi sighed and shook his head slightly.
"Now, let's see what kind of surprises this great sage of the Mechanic Church, who has lived for ten thousand years, can bring us."
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“Great Sage, enemy ship signals have been detected.”
"Well, I see."
Two servo skulls surrounded Caul, while his mechanical tentacles and arms slid back and forth in mid-air, seemingly operating something.
This is a communication method within the Cult of Mechanics, referred to as the Thought Space. To members of the Cult, a holographic HUD interface appears before them, which can be directly controlled by hand or connected to the brain to send thoughts directly out.
Right now, Kaul is using it to send messages, making final adjustments before the operation.
“Great Sage Caul, are you really sure you have no problem? If it really doesn’t work out, then let Lord Lynch take command of the fleet.”
Kaul glanced at the speaker, who was wearing orange-yellow power armor—Frank Link, the ship captain of the Firehawk Squadron and one of Kaul's advisors in this naval battle.
To facilitate boarding and counter-boarding, each warband left behind a company on its ships. Leading these companies were naturally the warband's shipmasters. These individuals were Void War Masters within their warbands, responsible for commanding their warband's fleets in aerial combat.
Kaul could tell that the other party didn't trust him, but thinking about it carefully, it made sense. No one would easily believe that a member of the Cult of Mechanics was highly skilled in Void Warfare, since that wasn't their job.
Moreover, their perception was indeed correct; Kaul's void combat skills were indeed not "high".
However, he firmly believed that his secret weapon would bring the Chaos Fleet a pleasant surprise.
"No need to rush." After the final adjustments were completed and the holographic panel was retracted, Caul looked at Link, let out a long breath, and said, "The enemy fleet is indeed powerful, but please have faith in our strength."
“Great Sage Caul, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but…”
"And what is it? It doesn't matter. If you don't trust me, just say so. However, I have to tell you something, Company Commander Link."
Link frowned slightly. To be honest, he didn't really like the Mechanicus. These guys who didn't believe in the God Emperor but in something called Omnisiah were always unpleasant, and on the battlefield they would even choose to abandon their comrades for some other reason.
However, Lynch and the other chapter commanders had given orders for them, the masters of the ships, to obey the commands of this Archsage of Mechanics. As Astartes and soldiers, they naturally would not disobey such orders.
However, Kaul's performance so far has been truly astonishing, and it's hard to understand why Lynch would entrust him with such great trust.
After hearing what Kaul said, Link stopped trying to hide it and chose to speak directly.
“Yes, Sage Caul, I do not trust you.”
Link took a deep breath and continued.
"Look at the current situation. The enemy fleet is not far from us, but so far you haven't issued a single battle order. Are you going to let the fleet engage the enemy directly like this?"
"Ha. That makes sense." Kaul chuckled as he listened to Link's words.
Link's brows furrowed even deeper. He really didn't understand what was so funny. Looking at Kaul's expression, he felt a surge of annoyance for no reason. He was about to speak when he was pulled away by an invisible force and forced to leave Kaul's room.
what? !
Link was shocked, but at that moment, Kaul's voice came through the communication channel.
It's an order regarding the mobilization of ships.
Link immediately examined the order, but he found it to be perfect in every respect, providing comprehensive information on the enemy fleet's movements.
"What......."
"Company Commander Link, please get to your post immediately. I'm about to launch an attack on the enemy."
"........yes."
Hearing footsteps coming from outside the door, Kaul shook his head slightly. Then, he looked at the huge piece of equipment that had been displayed in front of him and let out another breath.
Degraded Horus.
he thought.
If they found out, I'd probably be hung on a cross and burned alive with white phosphorus weapons.
Caul couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, but at the end, his smile vanished abruptly, and he became very serious.
"That won't happen. The reason is simple: I am him, Belisarius Kaul. Don't you agree, War General?"
“I’m fine, but if my brother finds out about this, especially if he finds out that you not only created a knock-off version of me, but also a knock-off version of him, then you’ll be in big trouble.”
"So I won't let him know. Please give the order, Commander. The fleet is waiting."
"Alright, let me see these knights you designed, which are called 'Zaku'."
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For Char Aznabul, this period of time has truly been a wondrous one.
He faced a Warhound-class Titan head-on and fought it off for over ten minutes until his own Titan arrived.
Then, just when he thought he was going to die, he was rescued and, for the next few days, was taken care of by the female officer of the Astral Army whom he had rescued.
Just when he was feeling that life was peaceful and serene, he suddenly heard news that struck him like a bolt from the blue.
That was the Knight he piloted, the Crimson Comet that had accompanied him through battles against orcs, Tyrannosaurus, and traitors—it was now completely destroyed.
Char found it hard to describe his feelings. For an Imperial Knight, his Knight Mech was practically his lifelong companion. The fact that the Knight Mech was destroyed while the Knight survived was a very devastating blow.
His spirits were dampened, leaving Lara Singh, who was taking care of him, at a loss. It was at this time that a great sage of the Cult of Mechanics found him.
“My name is Belisarius Caul. You may not have heard of me, but that’s alright. I can help you repair your knight, but you have to promise me one thing.”
"what's up?"
"The knight I've repaired is a little different. You'll need to undergo some training before you can pilot this repaired knight into battle."
"..........Can."
Char opened his eyes, ending his memory.
Although he had considered all sorts of possibilities, he was still surprised when he actually touched the control panel of his repaired red comet.
Red Comet..........
He stroked the control panel, his helmet connected to his machine spirit, which made him feel the familiar cheers and fighting spirit.
There may be some heresy, but if it's for the purpose of firing at the enemy, then it's nothing.
"The hatch is about to open. All pilots, please prepare yourselves. The countdown to launch is now beginning."
Char gripped the control stick, and the humanoid machine began to move. The red outer armor gave it an incredibly heavy feel, like the armor worn by people in war in a distant era.
The machine's head has only one electronic eyeball, which is emitting a scarlet glow.
Azure flames erupted from his back and feet, a cable connecting his waist taut, and the hatch in front of him slowly opened, revealing the boundless void and the enemy fleet, sending a surge of adrenaline through Xia.
"Countdown: three seconds remaining. Three, two, one, release the cable."
Click.
Thirteen meteors shot out from the Explorer King, leaving long trails as they hurtled toward the enemy fleet.
The Empire's new knight mech, the Zaku, begins its first battle in the starry sea.
I have a fever and need to take leave.
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Chapter 187 The Empire's Crimson Comet
"High-speed moving target detected."
Within the Chaos Fleet, three massive capital ships occupied the center position. Each of them was equivalent in specifications to an Imperial-class battleship, possessing formidable firepower and defensive capabilities, and had become even more enigmatic and powerful after receiving the gifts of warp energy.
As the leader of this operation, Lord of Hell, Threxus, frowned. Even without the reports from his mutated and unrecognizable crew, he could clearly see the thirteen flashing streaks of light approaching their fleet.
These streaks of light were incredibly fast; according to Serksos's assessment, they might even be faster than the Light Spears. These high-speed moving targets quickly closed the distance between himself and the Chaos Fleet, and each one had a clear objective: the fleet's main battleships.
"Intercept them."
Serksos made the decision and issued the order.
"Whatever they are, smash them."
The fleet received orders, and its defensive turrets opened fire on the approaching specters. Shells were propelled into the breech by the mortal servants, then fired by the berserk machine spirits, becoming part of a dense interception net directed towards the oncoming unidentified targets.
If it were just a simple torpedo, it would absolutely be unable to penetrate this interception network and would explode upon contact.
However, these streaks of light were clearly not just simple torpedoes.
To the astonishment of Serksos, these streaks of light suddenly swooped down, bypassing the already set-up interception net, and then rushed upwards towards their target.
"This is... this speed, it can't possibly be an Imperial fighter jet."
Serksos's gaze sharpened. Although he was a true Khorne Berserker and the leader of the Abaddon Hounds, he did not have the Butcher's Nail on his head that only his mad predecessors had. This gave him excellent command skills and vision, which enabled him to become the commander of Abaddon's fleet.
Therefore, he could clearly tell that these streams of light were probably some kind of secret weapon created by the Empire.
"Hmph." With a cold snort, the Khorne follower turned to look at a priest in a dark red robe, a member of the Dark Mechanicus who was frantically searching for information. "Hey, have you found any information on those things? Or are they some kind of technological relic that the Empire has been hiding?"
The Dark Mechanic priest remained silent, continuing his search. However, his efforts were destined to be fruitless, which drove him into a frenzy. Grabbing his own head, he forcefully removed a neural plate.
The torn steel body eerily gushed blood, not black engine oil.
“We can’t find it,” the priest said, his voice flat. “It’s not any known Imperial weapon.”
"That's a technological relic."
"I think so too. If possible, I hope to capture one for research."
"What are you willing to pay? Although I don't know exactly what these gadgets do, I think they must be quite powerful."
"My society and I are willing to provide Abaddon's Hounds with equipment for three hundred years, plus twenty sets of Terminator power armor."
"it is good."
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Serksos's face. Although the fleet was under his command this time, he hadn't actually brought many members of his own war gang.
In other words, he doesn't feel sorry for the dead.
The light had already rushed into the fleet. Just as Serksos was about to give the order for all the ships to capture these ancient relics, he suddenly received a message.
"The frigate Corruption has been destroyed."