Although the main battleships of the Dark Eldar have quite sufficient means and strength to counter the gangs, the actual situation is still not good, because the Plague Legion has an absolute advantage in strength. Once the warships of the Dark Eldar are jumped, there will be more
The demon appeared, so the defenders on the battleships were beaten until they were unable to fight back. The bridges of two battleships had already been breached.
But Vol Clanser was still confident of controlling the situation. He soon noticed that the enemy ship Terminus and its subordinate formations were separated from the Plague Fleet by a certain distance, so he ordered:
"Tell those pigs in Fallen Moon! Let them ignore the rest and concentrate on destroying the Terminus first!"
Although they are mortal enemies of the Dying Sun, now that everyone is in the same boat, the Archon of Fallen Moon still holds his nose and carries out the plan.
Immediately, two battleships and dozens of cruisers approached the formation of the Terminus that had separated from the main force, with the intention of annihilating the opponent with numerical superiority.
The Terminus did not show any weakness, and led the formation to engage in a head-on firefight with the formation of the Fallen Moon. Both sides went back and forth, strafing, and each scored several kills, but it was obvious that the Dark Eldar side had better firepower.
However, accidents still occurred. The Fallen Moon Conspiracy has always had the habit of immediately retreating to repair warships after being damaged, so as to save the ship and avoid battle. Therefore, many injured warships were withdrawn from the battle order, which resulted in the actual reduction of the number of warships than those destroyed.
Much more.
To make matters worse, the Terminus formation suddenly launched a collective attack and broke through the battle line of the Fallen Moon Fleet regardless of casualties, causing the fleet to fall into chaos.
Perhaps considering that in order to preserve their strength, the Fallen Moon conspiracy began to retreat collectively, completely exposing one side of the Comoros coalition forces.
So while leaving some ships to monitor the Fallen Moon, Typhons led the flagship and the remaining combat forces to assist the central fleet of the original body. Originally, Vol Clanser planned to separate the Endurance from the other capital ships and then use the flagship
Powerful long-range weapons damaged or even destroyed it, but the unexpected situation of Fallen Moon being repulsed made it impossible to implement this idea. At the same time, the main force of the Plague Fleet relied on heavy armor to force the Cabal Alliance to disperse their formations.
Er Clanser is well aware of the weaknesses of the coalition forces. Once everyone is separated, they will have many thoughts, and some guys will even choose to escape.
This is also the biggest weakness of the Comorian coalition. Despite its firepower advantage, no one is really willing to bear casualties. Once the battleship is seriously damaged, it will immediately withdraw from the battle.
In contrast, the plague fleet ranges from battleships to frigates. Each one fights to the death, and each one attacks the Eldar formation with the courage to die. Under the ebb and flow of one another, the combat effectiveness of the Comorian coalition forces is rapidly increasing.
decline.
Once a chain of rout reactions occurs, those small battleships are okay, but these battleships are not so easy to escape. Therefore, Vol Clanser suppressed his inner anger and first called to appease the Fallen Moon fleet and let them work hard to fight the plague.
The fleet flanks, on the other hand, constantly ask the various conspiracy groups to move closer to them.
However, a large number of gang-hopping troops and demon invasions made this process very difficult, and the situation began to tilt in favor of the Plague Fleet.
At the critical juncture of the battle between the two sides, the edge of the network tunnel suddenly crackled and exploded, accompanied by a flash of lightning - this was not the white lightning common in summer storms, but a dazzling huge purple lightning.
The purple electric light spreads rapidly along the edge of the battlefield like shining crystal.
Suddenly, a huge lightning roared directly through the air and blasted directly into the Plague Fleet's forces. Then the explosion roared, leaving one side of the Endurance covered in charred ruins and shattering the bacteria on it into pieces.
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"Um?"
Mortarion, who had been watching the battle, felt the tremors of the battleship and frowned.
"Intelligence officer."
"The original body has a huge energy reading."
"I want to know what it is."
Soon, the Daemon Primarch knew the answer.
The slimy eyeball displays showed enlarged views of the hulls that appeared in the webway, each from a different angle, each showing only that miraculous creation.
Mortarion narrowed his eyes, and the magnificent Arkworld seemed to be right in front of him.
It was a large monster measuring tens of kilometers, which was easy to see even from such a long distance. The huge decomposed spirit bones spread out in all directions, and hundreds of smaller spaceships and fighter planes followed or swarmed behind it.
Around the docking spire, when the distance continues to shrink, the true enormity of this world ship becomes more obvious. It fills every screen, and its elegant surface is covered with hundreds of bubble-shaped domes.
Each might be a city, or an ingenious ecosystem designed to mimic the environments of the worlds the Eldar once called home.
Even in the Legion's heyday, Mortarion would have doubted whether he could muster the forces to conquer such a majestic thing, as his hedonistic brother was said to have done.
A more intense battle unfolded with light and fury, but lacked any color.
The light spear cannon on the bow of the ship projected blazing flaming arrows, and the ships that were caught off guard were torn to pieces, leaving themselves suspended and burning, while the Ark fleet pounced on its prey in a standard double-wing formation.
Elegant Eldar fighters met in the deserted space between large ships, engaging in a slow and solemn duel in the depths of a scorching sea of death, the clatter of frigates echoing in the silence, mixed with the sounds of engines.
The cruiser's death scream when overloaded and void shields collapse.
As the reactors went critical, the stricken ships struggled and fell, drifting away into the endless darkness of the Webway and beyond as the small ships were destroyed.
From beginning to end, Arkworld did not directly participate in the battle. It was like a giant cosmic snake, wandering on the edge of the battlefield.
Along with the emergence of the Arkworld, there are also warriors from it.
"In the light of the setting sun, they are here."
Seeing the black figures landing in the battleship in small aircraft, Wall Clanser was quite surprised.
The armors of those warriors were like gorgeous obsidian statues, each wore a mask woven with vines, held a sharp blade and shuriken gun, and was wrapped in purple electric light.
There are also warriors wearing layers of dark green armor. They move nimbly through the battleships, their chain swords are buzzing and cutting, and their shuriken guns are crackling. They are assault scorpions, who believe in Kane and follow the coward Kalander.
The tribal warriors taught by Rath are also the closest cousins of the Ark to the Dark Eldar of Commorragh.
As soon as these figures entered the battleship, they began to rush left and right in the Plague Marine formation, hammering the demons into a medium that emitted evil green light, or knocking the Plague Marines to the ground.
The sudden appearance of the Arkworld allowed Wal Clanser to see an opportunity to change the situation of the war. He immediately excitedly tried to contact the other party's commander, but he only received a cold response.
"You should retreat."
"Why!"
What Wal Clanser hates most in his life are his cousins who talk in riddles every day. Under normal circumstances, he would rather cut off the other person's tongue, but today he had to patiently listen to the other person's explanation.
"I hope you never know the answer."
"What?"
"You just need to know that the tragic death you just witnessed is... insignificant compared to the nightmare that is about to be unleashed."
Perhaps in response to the words of the Ark prophets, a dull murmur that could be heard by everyone suddenly rang out from the previously crippled Ether Fortress.
Then, a huge green vortex rose from the fortress, and countless demons were forming in the vortex.
Wal Clanser narrowed his eyes and his tone was trembling.
"The big demon...they summoned a big demon."
Obviously, Craftworld does not intend to fight the devil here, so the remaining Comoros fleet seems to be unable to cope.
Realizing that the attack had failed, Val Clanser made up his mind.