The Eldar are focusing their attack on the battleships of the Plague Fleet. Most of the multi-layered energy barriers on the battleships have been stripped away and collapsed under the constant attacks.
Soon it will be completely ineffective.
One of the plundering ships flashed from the vantage point of the main observation window, then suddenly appeared, like a thin dagger thrust into blackened bone.
Its weapons array destroyed part of the front shield protecting the bow of the Terminus, and then it flashed away in an incredibly smooth dance.
"Light Spear."
Typhonse's voice is soft and terrifying, like a crazy lullaby.
The crew scrambled to obtain a targeting solution, trying to maintain it long enough for the weapon to activate and fire.
The Dark Eldar warships were lifeless, slender and elongated, constantly disappearing into shadows and distractions, only to reappear a moment later and fire.
Typhons trusted his crew and his ship even more.
A smaller raider ship drifted too close to the Terminus, trying to replicate the previous attack and strafing the ship's left wing.
Suddenly, the fury released by the two light spears pierced into the alien spacecraft, liquefying its fragile upper structure, causing it to explode in a puff of purple smoke and turn into a pile of rotating fragments, like broken black glass.
Typhons had participated in enough void duels, fought against alien fleets and Imperial fleets, and to deal with this kind of aliens, you had to catch them when they indulged in a moment of greed.
But there are still a lot of them, and they are fighting locally. After being damaged, they can withdraw from the battle and return to the port of Comoros for quick repairs.
Delaying it would do no good to the Plague Fleet. Typhons understood this by casually glancing at the tactical holographic image projected from the armrest of the throne.
Do you need to jump gang?
Typhons also rejected this plan. This is Ada's hometown. They have unlimited troops. The Fourteenth Legion is at a numerical disadvantage here, not to mention they have a behemoth like the Ark. There is absolutely no advantage to jumping into a gang.
.
Instead, they must be wary of the Eldar's treacherous gangs, swarms of Dark Eldar marauders that will spread like cancer through the fleet, slaughtering thousands of sailors and dragging the survivors into a new realm within their twisted city.
In the dark destiny.
However, Typhons never expected to win this war with his fleet and warriors.
"Charge into enemy lines."
Typhons ordered, clicking through a series of course amendments and sending them to the crew.
"Let's charge into enemy lines."
"But, Master!"
One officer argued subconsciously.
"Our engines can no longer keep up with their speed. Ships of our size cannot compete with--"
A crisp sound pierced the air, making the man quiet.
He froze and twitched, a line of blood and brain matter spurted out from his left eye, and a black fly neatly pierced his skull with its tail needle.
Then the poisonous insect twitched its tail, quickly retracted its sting, and flew back to the insect nest on Typhons.
The officer fell on the deck like a puppet with its strings cut off, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.
"Charge into enemy lines."
Typhons repeated, his voice becoming unusually deep, making the entire deck tremble, and the crew hurriedly obeyed his order.
Then the company commander lowered his head slightly and saw the man's shadow peeled off his body, his soul torn apart by thousands of invisible hands and dragged into another world. He laughed at its screams.
"Throw it in the reserve room."
Typhus gestured to a rotting servant nearby that no biomass would be wasted on the Terminus.
A rotting man in a gray tattered cloak dragged the corpse away, leaving a faint black stain on the deck. Typhons was intoxicated by the scene of mortal souls being eaten alive by the storm of consciousness, until a series of
The violent collision spread throughout the hull of the Terminus, causing his attention to return to the present.
Typhons blinked. This impact was different from the crackling bombardment of alien energy weapons.
It was a sharper, harsher sound, like a hungry beast biting.
"Owner!"
A mutant with a mouth full of misshapen teeth screamed:
"The enemy craftworld is attacking us."
When the energy tendrils emitted by this planet-sized battleship wrapped around the Terminus, the hull suddenly made a rattling and undulating sound.
"Keep going, pick up the pace."
Typhons said in a voice that left no room for argument.
At this time, other warships from the Plague Fleet also came to escort the Terminus. They used fierce attacks to hit the shields of the Craftworld, forcing it to retreat behind the protection of their own fleet.
When the Terminus approached the Eldar formation, the huge flames surrounding it were no longer a single storm, but a gathering of many storms.
"The dead wood is growing——"
Whispering these words, the corrupted Ether Fortress suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
In an instant, a whirlwind of demonic entities rolled up in the Eldar formation, hitting the radiating cloud of light and the storm of pus mixed with blood. The edges of the storm rubbed against each other in the catastrophic thunder, and matter suddenly appeared in it, and then was destroyed.
Destruction is as rapid as its birth.
The Terminus plunged directly into the madness at the center of the storm, and the turbulence was replaced by a violent impact.
Sirens roared across the bridge, and the bridge crew had to shout loudly to be heard over the din that shook the battleship's superstructure into atoms.
Typhons stared into the bottomless pit of the storm that was engulfing them, turbulent enough to throw mortals from the console, the Terminus writhing in the conflicting currents, with huge roars and crackling pulses of light.
Passing through the hull, the intertwined sounds of sirens and whistles condensed into a sickening low sound.
But similarly, the Eldar fleet was even more affected, with small battleships constantly being torn apart by demonic storms.
Typhons closed his eyes at this moment.
A burst of increasingly clear whispers stung his spiritual vision. Listening to the increasingly loud voice in his head, the Lord of the Destruction Fly's Nest suddenly opened his physical eyes.
Dead wood is growing——
He stood up from the throne and walked to the bridge observation window. He could already see the wretches of the Eldar gathered in their battleship, howling in fear, and the children of the loving father laughing and blowing smoke.
and colorful mist.
Even the Craftworld was no exception, with mist swirling around the towers and spiraling up to the summit of the Wraith Sail.
At this time, the Terminus has reached its limit. The shaking hull is like a world where the geological structure is roaring and on the verge of collapse. The headache-inducing colors make people lose all senses. The brilliance of the shield trembles, and its surface is like lightning.
Splintered into pieces and lost in the storm of raw awareness around them.
Soon, the cracks continued to extend, spreading across the dome like a spider web.
The next moment, all pressure disappeared, and the Terminus broke through the storm created by the Aether Fortress.
Comoros is right around the corner!
Typhons gasped excitedly, his faceplate reflecting the eternal darkness of the void.
Then he turned around and walked down the bridge, his boots tapping the stairs, and said to Newcraan Lotis not far away:
"Assemble all companies and carry out landing operations in five minutes! Tell everyone that supreme glory is waiting for all of us!"
Newcraan Rotis turned his head and glanced into the distance. The main force of the Plague Fleet was still fighting against the Eldar. Now there were only two thousand warriors on board the Terminus, and some of them had to be left behind to protect the giant ship.
ship.
Does Typhonse think he can work miracles with just a few people?
Newcraan Lotis smiled coldly. Since this guy is so arrogant, let him be. Anyway, in the end, it is up to the original body to clean up the mess.