Trying to free himself from his imagination, Asterion looked at the battle line he had laid out and found that it had changed from neat lines to jagged jagged shapes - many ships simply disappeared from the star map.
.
Dazzling damage reports flowed like a waterfall at the edge of his vision. Only the Astartes' extraordinary reflexes and concentration could comprehend the information at this speed.
"Fight back! Fight back!"
Asterion let out a roar that was almost like a groan. The scythe of the Necrons had already been deployed. The attack ship and the harvest ship closed from both sides to the center, forming a pair of crossed scissors. The tomb ship in the middle became a pair of crossed scissors.
An indestructible anvil.
Lasers, plasma, cannonballs, green lightning, energy beams...the colorful spots turned the star map battlefield into some kind of concert, but what they played was a song of death.
Soon, a catastrophic explosion occurred on a Retribution-class battleship. It was hit by the powerful weapons of the tomb ship and had almost no resistance.
Immediately afterwards, the second battlecruiser was also destroyed amidst the piercing sirens...
Asterion hurriedly adjusted, but he was horrified to find that any of his tactics were useless. The previous plan had completely turned into a piece of garbage. In just half an hour of confrontation, a quarter of his fleet evaporated.
One, and the other party's loss...
Most likely only single digits!
But what was even more frightening was that the Necron warships penetrated his formation and passed by his battle group fleet deployed on the second line. After the formation of raiding ships penetrated the imperial formation, they appeared directly on the main line of his formation.
rear.
As we all know, the rear of a ship is the most vulnerable, but generally speaking, if two ships pass each other head-on, it will take a long time to turn around, but the Necron warships are simply unreasonable!
"Cheating! Totally cheating!!"
Asterion watched helplessly as the opponent's warship ignored the inertia that should exist in the universe and made a U-turn while sailing at high speed!
In his roar, the most vulnerable rear end of the empire's indestructible bombardment line formation across the galaxy was attacked, turning from a powerful warrior into a panicked prey, and many ships were destroyed in the clumsy turning process.
And the two huge tomb ships slowly approached the Empire's battleships like gods. They used almost exaggerated firepower to destroy everything close to them. Asterion sent a large number of fighter planes to try to surround them, but there was no success.
When used, the system constantly prompts news that the fighter plane has lost contact or the pilot is crazy to death, and trying to initiate a collision is useless, because once the warship gets too close, the entire ship's system will shut down, and the engine and void shield will also shut down.
It was a battle that he couldn't understand at all.
[The grace protection symbol was destroyed]
[The Dervish was destroyed]
[The Silver Cross was destroyed]
....
Asterion was almost paralyzed by the series of news. At this time, the battle line of the Imperial fleet had been completely torn apart. The large and small ships that were originally gathered together like fireflies on the star map were now like darkness.
The surviving ships were resisting in vain, but their artillery hit rate was very low, and the probability of accidentally hitting their own side was even higher than the probability of hitting the enemy.
He had never commanded so many ships, and for the first time he experienced what it felt like to be "at a loss". He was surrounded by various messages for help and instructions, as if he was trapped in a cage composed of red warning symbols.
.
Necron ships use a unique method to circle and dive around the battlefield at extremely fast speeds, like raptors besieging dying prey. They use a very small number to slaughter prey that is far more numerous than themselves.
"The Master of Arika was attacked and has been severely damaged."
Upon hearing the news that the flagship of the Orpheus fleet was under attack, Asterion gritted his teeth and slammed his fist forward, then suddenly took off the cables on his body and took off his helmet, revealing his angry and sharp wide face.
, glaring fiercely at the opposite side of the tactical instrument.
"Do you think you won? I still have the last resort!"
Hearing this, Soshyan also took off the cable, took off his helmet, and let out a chuckle.
"Then please."
"One of the two tomb ships was the first to leave the orbit of Amara Prime, and the first to open fire on the Imperial fleet! It is your flagship!"
The Minotaur Chapter Master pointed angrily at one of the tomb ships.
"I will launch a gang attack on him at all costs! I will lead it myself!"
"bring it on."
The battle barges and strike cruisers of the Minotaur Chapter quickly formed an assault formation and rushed towards a tomb ship desperately. The bombardment cannons and macro turrets released a hellish bombardment, completely ignoring what was blocking their way, and even
Even Imperial battleships will be destroyed.
Asterion's hands were holding the edge of the tactical simulator, his face turned red, he gritted his teeth, and stared at the center of the star map battlefield like a desperate gambler.
Soon, a battle barge was destroyed by the horrific firepower of the tomb ship.
Then came the second ship.
The strike cruisers also fell one by one...
Finally, after paying a huge price, the Minotaur's flagship Daedalus approached the Tomb Ship, and then launched a large number of jump torpedoes, gunboats and assault boats.
Asterion showed a cruel smile, slowly raised his head, and stared at Soshyan.
"So, now that I'm on your ship, how should I calculate it? Should I be declared a failure directly?"
However, to his surprise, Soshyan just shrugged.
"It's okay. If you win, I'll quit."
"What?"
"Even if you win the gang fight, I will choose to retreat."
The huge hull of the tomb ship turned around and began to speed away, while other Necron ships also began to evacuate in an orderly manner.
Asterion froze on the spot, a little at a loss. Then the lights in the tactics room turned on, Soshyan clapped his hands and walked to Asterion.
"Congratulations, Chapter Commander Asterion, you have won another glorious... victory at the cost of the entire regiment, including your own life. You are indeed a tactical genius, a wizard, a..."
For some reason, Suoshiyang suddenly paused and a person suddenly popped up in his mind, and then he said the next words with a smile.
"A super genius."
Hearing the sarcasm in Soshyan's tone, Asterion turned his head.
"What are you talking about."
"I didn't say anything, I just want you to take a look, take a good look, and decide for yourself whether you won or lost."
Asterion looked at the star map, a chill ran down his spine, and he was speechless for a moment.