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Chapter 152 Three Blackstone Fortresses

“Father, we are already at a disadvantage.” Through the huge, transparent porthole of the Law of Faith, Frikan Malos gazed at the Chaos Fleet, which was engaged in fierce fighting in the distance and was gradually showing signs of defeat.

The Imperial fleet rammed and destroyed one Chaos warship after another, while their own warships failed to inflict significant damage on the Imperial Navy.

At this moment, the once orderly fleet formation has been completely disrupted, plunging into a chaotic melee.

Faced with this predicament, Frikan Malhos was extremely anxious: "They actually managed to break through our strong defenses, and now that we're in this chaos, we have no time to worry about those incredibly powerful Glory Queen warships!"

However, at this moment, Luo Jia appeared unusually calm and composed.

He stood firmly in place, gripping a heavy warhammer, like an unshakeable mountain.

His gaze was deep and unwavering, as if he had already seen through everything.

“No need to worry, my child—Fricane Malos, you are my most outstanding offspring.” Luo Jia spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, revealing a reassuring majesty, “The gods have long had arrangements for our destiny.”

Hearing his father's words, Frikan Malhos felt a little calmer, but he still couldn't help but wonder to himself, "Will the gods really send down a miracle to save us again?"

Although he didn't voice the question directly, he could still keenly sense the subtle expectation in Luo Jia's words.

At this moment, Luo Jia suddenly spoke up to remind Frikan Malos, who was still immersed in thought: "Don't forget, there are still three thousand enchanted warriors and legion warriors on the Eternal Will."

Upon hearing this, Frican Malos instantly awoke from his reverie. The idea that had previously been merely a vague guess in his mind was now definitively confirmed.

It turns out that the two Primarchs never truly trusted Abaddon, let alone shared the magical powers and amazing miracles bestowed upon them by the gods.

After all, in their eyes, Abaddon's usefulness was probably almost gone.

"Luojia, 'they' have arrived."

Luo Jia gazed silently ahead, listening intently to the message from Peturabo.

Peturabo's usually resolute and cold face now appeared somewhat gloomy, clearly indicating that he was in a very bad mood.

He was very unhappy that the Iron Warriors' warships had been at a disadvantage in the fierce collision with the enemy.

Inside the Iron Warriors Legion, the atmosphere became unusually tense and oppressive.

According to past practice, if the battle is lost, a brutal eleven-draw kill is probably inevitable.

"Let the warriors on the Eternal Will take action." Luo Jia knew that Abaddon's only remaining value was that suddenly appearing planet-killer.

"General! Signals from two more Black Rock Fortresses have been detected in the Cardia system!"

Two chaotic eight-pointed stars, symbols of evil, appeared outside the battlefield, and two massive mobile fortresses spread despair throughout the Imperial Navy.

The crowd looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

Spier, in particular, jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide with astonishment, and exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

It's important to know that Abaddon's Blackrock Fortress only had two ships; the other four had been completely destroyed during the Gothic Wars.

Moreover, every piece of wreckage was subsequently rigorously verified by the Imperial Navy.

Now, these two mysteriously reappeared Black Stone Fortresses have returned to the world like ghosts, casting a thick shadow over the already difficult battle.

People can't help but wonder if these evil alien creations are truly indestructible. If so, what was the point of the bloody Gothic War eight hundred years ago? Were all the enormous sacrifices made in vain?

Fear and confusion gripped the hearts of every commander.

At the same moment, on the massive and mysterious Eternal Will warship, the Space Marines of the Word Bearer Legion, who had been quietly waiting, suddenly erupted like long-dormant beasts without warning.

They swiftly released the chains binding the enchanted warriors, freeing these raging, irrational beasts.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they let out low roars as they surged towards the defenders of Blackrock Fortress like a raging torrent.

The apostles of Chaos followed closely behind the group of enchanted warriors, gripping powerful bomb guns and ruthlessly aiming and killing every traitor who did not belong to the Legion of Word Bearers.

Whether they were fanatical Chaos believers, battle-hardened Chaos Space Marines, or members of the Dark Mechanicus skilled in manipulating various technologies, anyone who wasn't one of their own became a target for the Word Bearers Legion to eliminate without mercy.

This intense and brutal battle took place inside the Eternal Will, and its impact significantly reduced the Blackrock Fortress's combat capabilities.

With his keen and perceptive mind, Spyr immediately noticed this. His sharp eyes were fixed on the rapidly changing situation on the battlefield as he shouted, "The shield of the Eternal Will has a flaw! We must seize this rare opportunity and completely destroy at least one of the three Blackrock Fortresses before they successfully converge!"

At this moment, Spiel was enduring immense pain and profound confusion, but as the Supreme Admiral of the Cardia Navy, he knew that his responsibilities were heavy and he could not allow himself to back down in the slightest.

He suppressed his inner turmoil and resolutely threw himself into this battle that would determine life and death, vowing to protect Kadia with his courage and life until the very last moment.

"I'm afraid it's too late." Caul had already calculated the time it would take for the two Blackrock fortresses to bring them into range. Based on the data, it shouldn't be enough to break through the Blackrock fortress defenders and destroy its core reactor.

“Why don’t you listen to my suggestion?” A hunched silver figure appeared on the bridge; it was Tarasin.

"Alien!" The Space Marines and Imperial Guards present immediately pointed their guns at it.

“Speak, Tarasim the Endless.” Spyr approached Tarasim, his resolute gaze stirring Tarasim’s interest in collecting.

“My crypt fleet will buy you some time for your assault; whether it succeeds or not depends on yourselves,” Tarasin said calmly.

“I agree.” Upon hearing Tarasin’s conditions, Spyr agreed without hesitation.

“General, I must remind you.” Amalrich turned to look at Spyr, “The Xenomorphs are not to be trusted.”

“But now, we have the same goal, don’t we?” Spyr answered him, glancing at Tarasin.

“I have to say, I’m increasingly wanting to collect you.” Taracin rubbed his palms together, as if he wanted to put Spyr into the Dimensional Cube.

“If I live to see that time, and you are capable of it…” Spear didn’t say more, but Tarasin understood what he meant.

"It's really fun."

After saying that, Tarasin disappeared on the bridge.

"Prepare to board Blackrock Fortress, everyone," Spier said to the Imperial commanders still on the bridge.