On the way to the middle deck, Sister Velez, the commander, heard the roar of the black ship's cannon, and the cannons on both sides retreated on the gun mounts due to the huge recoil.
At the same time, the sound of impact and the roar of the armor belt being torn could be heard on both the starboard and port sides. This was not a good sign.
Although the powerful weapons and equipment of the black ships can protect themselves well, the small ships of the enemy fleet have managed to get very close.
A violent tremor spread throughout the keel of the entire black ship, and the nun staggered forward. The black ship's powerful protection system may be able to resist attacks by enemy ships, but it cannot prevent gang-hopping torpedoes or suicide collisions.
"here we go."
she said to the nuns.
"Everyone take your place and go."
The nuns trotted into fighting position, their armor clicking rhythmically.
Unlike other mortal armed forces of the Imperium, the Sisters of Battle, like the Brotherhood of the Astartes, wear power armor in battle.
This type of power armor designed specifically for human shapes and sizes is also the only legacy left over from the Age of Apostasy. It belongs to the same ancient system as the power armor used by the Astartes, and is called the Sister-type power armor.
The Sister-type power armor was specially made for the Battle Sisters in the factories on the forge world of Mars. Although it is lightweight, it provides the wearer with excellent protection. It not only enhances the wearer's strength, but does not reduce the speed and agility.
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Since it uses the same power source as the Power Armor used by the Astartes, it can effectively last almost forever as long as it is properly maintained and not damaged.
On the other hand, although the Sister-type power armor provides powerful protection for the wearer, the lack of black carapace implants in the Battle Sisters means that they cannot fully "integrate" with the power armor like the Astartes.
, and cannot obtain the perfect power armor amplification and other advanced life support functions like the Astartes.
Therefore, the main function of the nun-type power armor is to enhance the wearer's strength so that he can better use and control some heavy weapons.
Before launching the anti-Bounce Gang operation, Velez sent Anatole and her team to guard the witch Kirubia Knox.
Her orders were clear. Even if the Huron traitors reached the area, the emperor's fuel must not be left with them.
If that moment does come, then the guards must kill the witch.
It was a difficult task, and Velez gave it to Anatole.
And she herself is responsible for the defense of the rest of the warehouse and fights to the end to ensure that it does not reach that point.
After a round of shelling, the sound of cable short circuits was heard everywhere on the monastery deck.
As the nuns ran past, Priest Langella hung the censer on a hook and grabbed his heavy chainsword.
"Pastor, stay with me."
Adriana Velez did not want the priest to die early in the battle. He would be more useful alive.
At this moment, darkness, smoke, explosions and destruction have spread to the deck.
Although pirates are annoying, what worries Adrianna Velez even more are the renegade Space Marines. The superhumans who have fallen into the embrace of Chaos are known for their ruthlessness and have been trained to be extremely adaptable to this kind of gang-hopping.
They swarmed into the hangar in droves and jumped out of the torpedoes embedded in the side of the black ship. Their twisted minds were filled with only the fanaticism for the dark gods, and their twisted bodies were wrapped in blasphemous armor.
Like a torrent of madness, the unstoppable march of the Chaos Space Marines swept across the decks and cabins.
The staff of the Astrology Hall and the technicians in black robes soon suffered heavy casualties. Although they were numerous, determined, and stayed at their posts, their strength was nothing more than an egg hitting a stone in the face of the enemy's chain saws and madness.
It's a bloody defense where devout priests, silent stormtroopers and battle sisters arm themselves with calmness and determination, using their training and faith to strike hard at the enemy.
The enemy rushed out of the jumping torpedoes in each hangar and hatch to attack them.
After half an hour of fighting, many cabins were sealed and the corridors were filled with smoke.
The beam of the hell gun heated the air, the missionaries' chain swords slashed at the red-plated monster, and the maze-like warehouse was filled with the sound of bolters.
The fierce resistance brought huge death to the heretics, and the nuns were scattered in every corner, trying their best to resist the Red Pirates' attack.
Velez could hear the harsh sound of hulls rubbing against each other outside, and could feel the collision of enemy ships and black ships.
The Holy Word's firepower against the ship has been exhausted. The approaching pirate ships have launched an offensive outside the cruiser's side, and some ships have turned into floating wrecks.
However, the chaotic decks of the Black Ship proved that the small pirate ships carrying cultists and Chaos Space Marines still managed to board the Black Ship, sending a large number of heavily armored killers to the huge cruiser.
Velez personally led a small team of Battle Sisters and Stormtroopers to a compartment of the Black Ship where psykers were initially processed.
Now, the Chaos Space Marines are trying to get past it and rush into the cargo hold.
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Just when Velez thought they were strong enough to handle the situation, she and her sisters were suddenly thrown off the deck and fell heavily to the ground.
The gunfire in the forward exchange of fire also temporarily stopped, because both sides were knocked away from the target.
"Another raid?"
Sister Desiree got up from the ground and asked loudly.
"The impact was too hard."
Velez quickly got up from the ground. She looked around and saw that there were no casualties yet.
"Whatever hit the black ship, it must be bigger than the average pirate ship!"
Then she opened the communication.
"Judge, what happened?"
"We were ambushed."
Inquisitor Quant told her that through the comms, Velez could hear the captain roaring on the command deck.
"We collided directly with the Tyrant's Claw, which was their third ship."
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"Yes."
Quant replied coldly.
"It once belonged to the Star Claws Chapter, a Carnage-class cruiser, and now it is under the command of the Huron's Third Captain - Narsil Wartock, who not long ago destroyed the Ranger Chapter in Valamu
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By the time the Sisters arrived on the hangar deck, the rebels had breached the stand that maintained atmospheric pressure and were landing hordes of brutal soldiers inside the ship.
The crew, deck crew and engineers of the Astrology Hall are trying to seal the blast doors.
There were screams from the other side of the door, as the Red Pirates were slaughtering the unfortunate Imperial troops left there.
"Open it!"
Velez ordered, pointing to the door.
"A blast door can't stop those monsters, they must be destroyed!"
As the blast doors shuddered open, Sister Desiree and Lieutenant Nugent led their troops through rows of anchored landing pods and cargo pallets.
Outside, Velez could see the remains of the Red Pirates' small raiders, armed cargo ships, and destroyer battleships, all bearing the tyrant's evil insignia, marching alongside the black ships.
Suddenly, a pair of modified landers and light cargo ships rushed toward the open hangar.
They landed in an almost crazy manner, sliding onto the deck with a roar, and the transport vehicles in the Astrology Hall were knocked aside one after another.
When they stopped, the hatch quickly opened.
Nugent's stormtroopers began firing supercharged laser beams from their hellguns at the battered, blood-red ship, with Velez not about to let the rebels gain a foothold.
She ran straight towards the smoke-filled landing ship, her boots thumping on the deck, and took off two grenades from her belt, stopping in front of the open hatch of a converted light cargo ship.
Inside, she could see groups of cult soldiers - brutally dressed, with evil claw marks on their faces and cult scars.
As soon as they saw Velez, the Sisters of Battle had already thrown grenades into the cabin.