A Core Ship From The Start
/ A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1015
Chapter 1015: Chapter 700: Istvan No. 3 Chapter 1015: Chapter 700: Istvan No. 3 The scene before my eyes flashed by instantaneously.
Duanmu Huai stood on the bridge, their fleet having passed through the turbulent subspace silently appearing not far from the signal-emitting Istvan III planet, which was by now shrouded in what looked like poisonous fog, while not far off in the orbit of nearby planets, another fleet was stationed.
The next moment, Duanmu Huai and others saw a sudden flash of flame, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Istvan III turned into a burning fireball.
Well, this truly is a replication of Horus's rebellion.
Having witnessed this scene, Duanmu Huai whistled, because in history, Horus had used this exact tactic to cleanse his and other legions of loyalist Star Warriors, sending them to the planet's surface under the pretense of quelling a rebellion, and then releasing a virus bomb in a backstabbing move that turned the planet's surface into a world filled with deadly toxins, before igniting the gases to completely burn away the planet.
Well, Duanmu Huai also owned such weapons, but he scarcely used them.
After all… when you're capable of blowing up a planet directly, such superficial sanitization feels like a thankless task.
And it's only a temporary solution, not a cure.
Although this attack indeed cleansed some of the Loyalist Star Warriors, most had received warning before the attack and escaped into underground sealed bunkers, surviving the ordeal. As a result, it took Horus quite some time to fully cleanse the rebellion afterward.
So you see, if you just blow the planet to pieces, you wouldn't have all this trouble.
It's also unclear who's replicating Horus's idiotic move this time.
“Report.”
As Duanmu Huai was curiously planning to swing by for a closer look, the communications officer reported to him.
“We have received communication instructions from the opposing fleet.”
“Oh? Who are they?”
“They claim to be Sons of Horus and are inquiring which Genetic Prototypes fleet we are and why we're here.”
“Hah? Sons of Horus?”
Upon hearing the communicator's message, Duanmu Huai was stunned for a moment. Are cosplayers nowadays this dedicated to their craft, going as far as replicating planet burnings? Are they also going to imitate the backstabbing of Loyalist Interstellar Warriors?
Hmm? Wait a second…
Duanmu Huai turned to the opposing fleet and then his eyes suddenly narrowed. He recognized an enormous battlecruiser painted in dark red at the bombing position in the planet's high orbit — it was Horus's flagship, the Vengeful Spirit!
Uh, could it be I've traveled through time?
Well, although I've already time-traveled.
After a careful scrutiny, Duanmu Huai soon realized that the situation was indeed off; the vessels before him were without question Imperial Battleships, but they were all designs from the Imperial early and Great Crusade eras, whereas even if Duanmu's battleships were of the same model, they were from the era of the Tribunal — which was a later period of the Empire.
Of course, battleship designs constantly evolve, but there are major differences — the warships from the time of the Great Crusade were purely military weapons, without overly complex designs. However, the Tribunal's ships belonged to the National Religion, which meant that the religious atmosphere on the warships was particularly evident, akin to moving cathedrals, a hallmark of the Tribunal's fleet.
Does this mean I've truly time-traveled to the moment on Istvan III when Horus betrayed The Emperor?
Could this be a historical instance?
No matter what, at this thought, Duanmu Huai's eyes suddenly lit up.
Beating up Horus is a dream for all players, whether it's an instance or something else, the main thing is to beat the crap out of him. If the history I've heard is correct, then by now Horus must have been beguiled by the Chaos Evil Gods, becoming their lapdog. Given this, as the Tribunal, there is only one thing they need to do!
With that in mind, Duanmu Huai sneered.
“Put me through to the Vengeful Spirit.”
Suddenly, the screen flickered, and a super baldhead appeared before Duanmu Huai, clad in platinum-forged armor with a prominent Eye at the center of his chest, a clean and perfect face that now bore a look of immeasurable grimness and ferocity, seeming like a twisted, raging madman.
While Duanmu Huai folded his arms and stared at him.
“Are you the War Marshal Horus?”
“Who are you?”
Hearing Duanmu Huai's query, Horus darkened his face.
“Are you a subordinate of Rogal?”
……Considering Rogal was a fanatical religious zealot, with this pure Church style of the Tribunal Fleet… well, what can I say… Alright, you can't deny there's absolutely no relation to Rogal.
After all, he was the first to write the Word Bearer, claiming The Emperor to be the True God and a proponent of the National Religion.
At this thought, Duanmu Huai couldn't help but want to laugh. Rogal, too, was one of the Genetic Prototypes, and after The Emperor had brought him back, he began to worship The Emperor as the True God with mad devotion. However, The Emperor promoted an Imperial truth that did not tolerate any Snake Gods or aberrations, and for this son who dared to overtly defy the truth, The Emperor had little patience, sending people to set Rogal's home planet ablaze, cleansing his fanatical preachers, churches, and scriptures.
As a result, Rogal grew to hate The Emperor and ultimately joined the Rebel Camp.
Chapter end
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