Chapter 622: Retreat

Abaddon covered the horrible gash on his chest with one hand, and staggered to his feet with the help of the guards around him. The black sword was still in his body, but he couldn't pull it out at this time. Abaddon looked up at Fu Qinghai, and he saw the murderous aura that was as solid as substance from the black-armored warrior who was running towards him. Abaddon heard what Kayan said to him, even though that sentence came from the mouth of the guards.

"I cannot die. My great work is not yet complete."

Abaddon whispered to himself:

"I can't die here!"

Abaddon gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Activate the transmission, Kayan!"

The Spirit of Vengeance was attacked by the Parasite Legion from behind, but it was still a Glorious Queen-class battleship after all, the hull structure was still intact, and the transporter deck was still functioning normally. After Abaddon's order was heard by Kayan, the transporter in the transporter deck was immediately activated, and with a flash of white light, Abaddon, along with the surrounding Terminator Guards and Sigismund's body, disappeared into the bridge.

"Squeak!"

Fu Qinghai's attempt was in vain.

The tip of the claw stabbed fiercely into the empty deck. In the surrounding air, only the spicy and bitter smell of ether after teleportation and the flickering and disappearing dust remained. Abaddon and his men had disappeared.

Fu Qinghai climbed up from the ground.

Look out the portholes of the bridge with a wide view.

Densely packed warships of all sizes filled the deep space, still struggling to kill each other. The so-called "close-range space naval battle" was a space naval battle within the visual range. Although the Supreme Marshal of the Black Templar was dead, the Space Marines of the Black Templar did not give up resistance and disperse. They were still fighting - including the remaining crew members of the super-giant ship under their feet. The Eternal Expedition was still galloping on the battlefield.

Fu Qinghai saw the spirit of revenge.

That exaggerated and eye-catching giant battleship.

It is rampaging among the battleship cluster.

"Want to run? Did I agree?"

Fu Qinghai turned around and walked downstairs.

He hurried all the way to the torpedo deck.

…

The Black Legion's chance to strike back at the Empire in a powerful and unified manner has been shattered, and Daravek's actions have forced them to abandon all their ambitions.

At this most critical moment.

Kayan took great risks and determination.

Issued an order to the entire fleet of the Black Legion:

Retreat, retreat outward regardless of everything.

If we say that the Black Legion is "retreating in an orderly manner" under the attack of the Parasite Legion and the Black Templar, then we are completely failing to describe the extent of the chaos. Strictly speaking, what the Black Legion is doing now is not a retreat, but an escape.

The entire fleet was torn apart in all directions. Under the pressure of survival, all thoughts of "revenge" and "punishment" were forgotten. This might not be their proudest moment, but it was definitely the most tactically savvy moment. The Black Legion had no choice but to disintegrate in disorder.

Like a group of cowardly cockroaches, the Black Legion fled in all directions as soon as the enemy's parasite army made a little noise. They abandoned the few remaining warships of the Black Templars and let them face a brand new fleet.

At the same time, they also got rid of Daravek's fleet, like quicksand passing through the gaps between fingers. The Parasite Legion wanted to confront the Black Legion head-on, but the Dark Legion did not do as they wished. The fleet broke up into pieces and scattered in hundreds of directions. In just a few dozen minutes, a fleet that moved in an orderly and coordinated manner no longer existed.

The swarm-like escape made the Black Legion fragmented and weak, and each ship would be isolated in the territory of the Empire. Kayan knew this, but he had no choice. Escape was better than annihilation.

An Apocalypse-class battleship of the Black Legion, carrying a group of cruisers and frigates, carved a breach in the blockade of the Black Templar. Many ships passed through the breach and gained freedom, and similar situations continued to occur.

One after another, the warships broke away from the attack line, rolled and turned to maneuver. Their warp engines had been activated, and they did not care about the minimum safe distance between each other. They directly tore a vortex in the real universe and jumped into the immaterial world. This location was so close to the Eye of Terror that the state of the warp was very unstable. Although these warships escaped the deadly situation in front of them, they also plunged into a more dangerous situation.

The Black Templar fleet, which had suffered heavy losses, also began to retreat. Their retreat was orderly, and they drove at high speed to Mandeville Point in a nearby star system, and then safely entered the warp. Kayan suddenly felt a little heartbroken watching them retreat - the Black Templars would travel across the entire empire, spreading warnings along the way that the traitors had returned, and the surprise advantage that the Black Legion once had was cruelly taken away from them.

"The Unsheathed Longsword has detached." The Machine Spirit Inamenesis reported the hull numbers of the detached warships one after another, her tone full of a sense of victory, "The Gentleman has detached, the Zeta has detached, the Condemner and the Sigma have detached."

This separation is not without cost.

Khayon watched as a cruiser entered a warp rift: tendrils of dancing lightning stretched out from the wounds of reality, grasped the warship tightly, and sucked it into the bloody mouth of the Immaterial Realm.

A Black Templar warship happened to be within the range of the warp vortex, so it spun and rolled while dragging flames, and was dragged into the warp cracks behind the cruiser. The navigation array and the Geller force field failed to start in time. There were tens of thousands of crew members on the two warships, but the unreal force swept through the cabins like a flood, swallowing all the crew members alive, regardless of friend or foe.

Many other warships were intercepted by the concentrated firepower of the Black Templar fleet. The flying iron and the split hulls, carrying the pain of death inflicted by the Dark Templar warships, dragged the flames and rolled into the cracks, just one step away from escaping. More than one warship suffered the same tragic fate.

Faced with the Black Legion's scattering escape strategy.

The Parasitic Legion also came up with corresponding countermeasures.

Small boats can run away easily, but large ships can't!

Daravek's flagship was the Death Guard battleship Overlord. This battleship rushed to the front, completely ignoring the Black Guard's landing ships and transport ships, and tightly grasped the severely damaged Vengeful Spirit, constantly ejecting fighters and bombers to entangle the enemy ship.

Even if the other warships of the Black Legion can escape, as long as the Spirit of Vengeance falls, as long as the core members of the Black Legion on the Spirit of Vengeance are all killed, the Black Legion will be a mess and will not be able to achieve anything. Although Daravek, the Nurgle Chaos Wizard, looks fat and ugly, he is not stupid.

"The Eternal Expedition is here too!"

The machine spirit Inamenesis screamed.

The Overlord battleship of the Parasite Legion was biting onto the Spirit of Vengeance on the left, and the tattered Eternal Expedition was actually forcing its way through the cover of many warships from the right to encircle it. The two warships, one large and one small, formed a sandwich. The Spirit of Vengeance was suddenly attacked from both sides and suffered a double attack.

However, the Spirit of Vengeance is not an ordinary battleship, not even an ordinary Queen of Glory-class battleship. This battleship cannot be described by common sense. Simply retelling its actions violates the common sense of reason and physics. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine.

Reports from the days of the Horus Heresy described the Vengeful Spirit as a flagship capable of maneuvering with impossibly agile hands, unleashing firepower from unnatural weapons of unknown origin. The Eye of Terror's changes to the Vengeful Spirit extend beyond the battlements on its spine and the blasphemous decorations in its core - those who dwell within the Eye of Terror have breathed madness and lethality into the very steel of the warship.

The Spirit of Vengeance and the Eternal Expedition passed by each other, so close that even the void shields of both sides were squeezed and rubbed against each other with sharp whistles. The crew members of the Spirit of Vengeance did not suffer too many casualties, and they were still shouting out various conditions and data:

Reports of shield output data echoed in the bridge; a fighter escort squadron took off from the hangar, fighter pilots' conversations filled the entire communication channel, and the weapons supervisors on the gun deck shouted various orders into their intercoms. The spine fortress of the Eternal Expedition, illuminated by the shield, filled the entire screen of the imager.

The three warships, two large and one small, were traveling side by side. The Spirit of Vengeance was always the fastest and most advanced one. It would take the Eternal Expedition a minute or even longer to complete a turn. The Spirit of Vengeance did not lose a second, raised its head and turned its bow at full speed, and rammed the Overlord battleship next to it.

The law of inertia does not allow such a large warship to perform such a sensitive maneuver at such a high speed, but in less than three breaths, the entire tactical action was completed. The Overlord battleship was knocked off balance, like a minke whale knocked over by a sperm whale. The shield film instantly shattered and dissipated, and a large part of the side of the hull was dented.

However, this battleship that once belonged to the Death Guard was very tenacious. After being knocked off course, it actually twisted its way by inertia and fired several torpedoes at the Spirit of Vengeance. At such a close distance, the torpedoes were almost unavoidable. They pierced the Spirit of Vengeance like needles, but there was no explosion.

They are all boarding torpedoes!

There is no doubt that no Chaos warlord would be able to resist the temptation of the great warship Spirit of Vengeance.

"Analysis of the damaged parts of the hull..."

The Machine Spirit Inamenesis said,

"The coordinates of the invading forces have been marked."

"Where is Ezekiel?"

Kayan turned his head and asked loudly.

"The boarding team was completely recovered seven minutes ago. Lord Abaddon... is currently receiving treatment on the medical deck. The Lightless Blade Guards should be there as well."

The machine spirit Inamenesis replied in a deep voice.

"Kayan, look!"

Moriana beside him suddenly said:

"Daravik, his fleet is disintegrating!"

Kayan turned his head to look at the screen, and suddenly found that the Parasite Legion was dispersing one warship after another, one warband after another. Many warband leaders in the Parasite Legion have returned to the real universe, and their attention to their own affairs has far exceeded the grievances between Daravek and Ezekel. After keenly experiencing the taste of freedom, they now want to take their destiny into their own hands.

The Parasite Legion abandoned Daravek!

The warships that made up the Parasite Legion fleet dispersed in all directions, completely ignoring the order of the Parasite Legion Lord to surround the Spirit of Vengeance, and began to frantically attack and plunder the Black Legion's logistics fleet. They saw those transport ships and landing ships loaded with ammunition, energy, supplies, and mortal slaves, and they were almost unable to move. Once the little calculation in their hearts sounded, they didn't care about the Parasite Legion Lord at all.

"Haha, ok!"

Kayan immediately gave the order with a grim smile:

"Don't attack any warships that betray Daravik. Enamenicis, you command the fleet and I will deal with the boarding troops. Lord of the Jijun, the grudge between him and me must be settled today. I will make them feel at home!"

As Kayon left with his Eldar Scourge Chick and the demon lynx Nagua, there was another slight shake and tremor from the ship, but this time it came from the other side.

"The port side was also torpedoed!"

Machine Soul Ainamenesis said:

"The damaged areas have been marked."

…

"boom--"

The boarding torpedo penetrated the battleship's hull.

After the hot melt warhead burned through the outermost layer of the adamantium armor, it was no longer able to continue. The torpedo was stuck in the middle of two dark and empty passages. The twisted and bent but not completely broken pillars and corridors wrapped around the torpedo. A sharp scraping sound rang out in the dark corridor, metal was torn apart by metal, and a pair of sharp claws tore open the pillars and corridors that blocked the way.

A black-armored warrior emerged from it.

A strong red light burst out from the eyepiece.

"There's something strange in this big ship, Qingshan!"

Just stepped onto the deck of the Vengeful Spirit.

Freddy in the armor spoke immediately.

"I smell the devil."

Valak chuckled and said,

"Let's get started. We can't wait."

"There are demons on this ship. Lots of them."

Pazuzu also reminded in his ear:

"This is an enchanted warship, Qingshan."

"Isn't that just what I want?"

Fu Qinghai looked around and said coldly.

The claws in his hands closed and then opened again.

There was a cold, crisp sound of metal colliding.

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