In Santo Joel's eyes, fate seems to have reached its end.
The artillery fire of the Blood Curse was roaring, and shells gushed out of the huge side cannon, circling the columns of fire in the void.
Some of the enemy's torpedoes were hit by shells, and the surrounding atomic flames burst out in the dark void and tear apart everything in its range, leaving only silver wreckage.
Santo Joel, the Lord of the Blood Knight, looked at them on the screen, with the sensor of the giant cannon itself connected to the screen.
At this distance, the enemy's cruiser can be seen, like silver darts illuminated by the light reflected by the surrounding nebula, and some smaller ships are the sporadic spots of light around them.
In the first few minutes, the smaller frigate was hit by shells and turned into burning ashes.
He could also see more than twenty cannons roaring in unison below the cannon deck, most of which were automatically loaded, and the rest were manipulated by technical priests.
The loading crane began to work, and the servants began to load the cannons. The slave workers in red robes rushed to climb over the cannon shells, opened the rear hatch door, and drag more cannon shells to the corresponding position.
Santo Joel was about to go to the deck when he saw a formation of fighter planes approaching quickly, hovering towards them.
"It's a bomber!"
He shouted immediately.
"Air defense fire covers the M12 area!"
But the missiles had fallen off the approaching bomber's weapon rack, and then the warship's guard guns were activated, they were installed in the shell of the Blood Curse, and countless beams of light trap the bomber in a laser fire net.
Many bombers were destroyed and cut in half by white-hot beams of light, but that was before they released the missiles, after all, they needed to get closer to most spacecraft to use their maneuvers to escape artillery fire.
The next moment, the missile directly hit the turret.
Santo Joel jumped off the turret, his legs tightened and hit a wall in the distance, his hands finding the point of focus on the metal.
When the first missile hit the target, he pressed tightly against the wall, and the missile spewed white flames at the end of the gun deck, shattering the huge structure of the side gun.
Soon, the shock wave hit him, and all the experienced warrior could do now was to hold on to the walls and the other warriors were thrown under the deck.
Although the flame was sucked away by the vacuum before causing greater damage, the situation was still not optimistic, and the air screamed and broke through the hull.
Fortunately, the power armor is sealed and can ensure oxygen supply in a vacuum.
But the servants were not so lucky, and many died with only a slight scream.
As the air whizzed past him, Santo Joel grabbed the wall more vigorously, and some of the blood knights below were dragged by the whizzing air flow, and they could only grab the loading machine or the grille on the floor to avoid being sucked out by the notch.
As the air was exhausted, silence came, replaced by the vibrations of the giant cannon and the spacecraft engines passed through the metal wall and then reached the hands of each warrior.
Santo Joel went down to the floor and tried to run to the relatively safe internal deck, while another missile hit him undeadly and blew up another cannon.
The huge gun barrel flipped over somersaults and passed through the wall. The sound of destruction rumbled on the floor, and the sound was out of reach in the vacuum.
The alarm system on the Blood Curse was re-controlled, making a harsh sound.
The situation of the warship was not good at this time. The narrow walkways and corridors were hung in the steel cracks between the bullet-dumping funnels. The huge conveyor belts and cranes in the loading system jingled over and below the head to transport ammunition to the cannons that were still working.
"Kapak!"
Santo Joel shouted at the communicator:
"Report! Are there any casualties?"
"Brother Wesley is injured."
The only pharmacist in the battle group now answered quickly.
"Brother Dawn died in battle, his body was sucked into the void and could not be recycled."
In Capac's voice, Santo Joel could hear more rumblings of impact, scattered by the vibrations of the Blood Curse Cannon.
"Where are you?"
“It’s still on Deck 3, we are reassembling to try to repair some of the facilities.”
“Get out of there.”
"Okay, we'll head to the cargo hold and fill in a few hulls between us and the notch."
Santo Joel switches to the voice channel of Tech Sergeant Frank.
"Frank, the artillery deck part was hit."
"I'm tracking the incoming bombers."
Santo Joel could hear the whistle of the contemplator behind the voice of the technician.
"They are above us."
"Can we destroy them?"
"Of course, but they are not the danger, they are just shifting our targets so that the cruiser cannons cannons hit us."
“How much damage can it cause?”
"Generally speaking, a cruiser cannot leave too much scar on a combat barge like Blood Curse, but this obviously cannot stump the Inquisition and the Black Holy Divine."
Santo Joel knew that the technical sergeant was telling the truth, after all, they had been through such a long time.
The Blood Knights' Group is recognized as the Holy Blood Angels Group. The time of its founding is unknown. It belongs to the new Group, but it has major defects in its genetic seeds.
The battle group was declared by the High Lord of Terra in the name of the emperor at the beginning of the 41st millennium to be traitors of the empire. Therefore, most of the information of the battle group was erased, mainly because they could not control the red thirst. They often killed and killed in battle regardless of enemy and us, causing a large number of friendly casualties, which caused hostility and dissatisfaction among many imperial commanders and other colleagues of Astarte.
However, after the extortion order was issued, the Blood Knights still intervened in several battles in which the Empire was in trouble. Although they came uninvited, they still brought great help to the Empire.
However, most imperial commanders are unwilling to accept the support of the Blood Knight. Only the most desperate world will officially accept the help of the Blood Knight. But aside from the danger of being injured a lot afterwards, accepting the help of these "betrayal" space warriors will also be investigated by the Inquisition.
Santo Joel knew very well that their loyalty to the empire had not changed anything, and everyone still insisted on fighting against the enemy of mankind.
Not everyone thinks this way, at least the Inquisition is keen to pursue them, as do some of the fanatical Astartes.
They were always lucky and could avoid the eyes of most people, but not long ago, when they had just finished an attack on the Green Skin Tribe in the Jericho Star Zone and were about to go to a secret stronghold to repair it, a Black Holy Tribe suddenly broke out and a small fleet of the Inquisition gave them a blow.