A Core Ship From The Start
/ A Core Ship From The Start Chapter 1016
Chapter 1016: Chapter 700: Istvan No. 3_2 Chapter 1016: Chapter 700: Istvan No. 3_2 But in the end, Rogal had the last laugh. Ten thousand years later, the Holy Book Rogal wrote was known to everyone and even became the national religion of the Empire, while the true teachings of the Empire were long lost, discarded somewhere unknown.
Under the earth, the Emperor might have been infuriated to death once again if he knew.
Duanmu Huai wondered how it felt to be disgraced by one's own son. If he could meet the Emperor, he would definitely ask him what it felt like to see the citizens of the Empire become followers of Luo. What are your thoughts? How do you feel?
It must be very interesting.
“Is Ares there too?”
Duanmu Huai ignored Horus's inquiry and asked directly. Seeing his demeanor, Horus's expression became increasingly fierce and angry. At that moment, a man with runes painted all over his face and looking quite twisted appeared on the screen, cautiously avoiding the War Marshal while gazing at Duanmu Huai.
“I am Ares… who are you…?”
“Very well.”
Since the other party had admitted it voluntarily, Duanmu Huai did not want to waste any more words. He suddenly turned grim and then looked at Horus.
“War Marshal Horus! I don't care, nor am I concerned about your betrayal of the Emperor. But you have the audacity to collude with the Chaos Evil God, and Ares, as the Evil God's dog, spreading chaos filth wantonly, your crimes are unforgivable!”
While speaking, Duanmu Huai clenched the War Hammer tightly and suddenly raised it, pointing at the two men.
“In the name of the Tribunal, I declare you have fallen into chaos as heretical demons. Any heretic threatening humanity must be eradicated. Prepare for the Tribunal's cleansing, you damned heretical rabble!”
Having said that, Duanmu Huai cut off the communication and quickly issued orders.
“All units, fire! Target–the Horus' Son Fleet; Night Guards, follow me, prepare to airdrop onto Istvan III! Aikute, take charge and send these bastards packing!”
Realizing something was amiss, Duanmu Huai had pulled back an entire First Fleet, specially calling Aikute along. It seemed like a good call now.
The reason Duanmu Huai did this was because he remembered from history that the rebellion had lasted so long for a reason. Originally, Horus planned to use viral weapons to completely eradicate the loyalist Star Warriors, but after the first round of bombing, the World Eaters denounced their origins as traitors who had fallen into chaos. Angellon, originally a hot-tempered member of the rebelling World Eater Legion, couldn't stand it and personally went to battle.
Thus, Horus could only watch helplessly–it wasn't like he could bomb his own comrades.
What else could he do? He reluctantly had to send people in, and what could have been solved in a day ended up getting dragged out for quite a while…
Well, perhaps this was Angellon's roundabout way of loyalty?
Meanwhile, the battle had also begun.
Under Aikute's command, the First Fleet, without hesitation, turned around and bombarded the Revenge Soul Fleet, while the latter…
“What on earth is going on!”
War Marshal Horus steadied his stance, his face as cold as ice.
When he first saw this mysteriously appearing ship fleet, he thought it was Luo coming since the fleet bore a strong religious style, and in the Empire, the only one bold enough to practice religion in front of the Emperor was Luo.
But… what is this Tribunal?
What drove Horus into a fury was the strange man who dared to directly curse him. This drove Horus nearly mad. Who was he? He was a War Marshal! He was Horus! He was the fated son set to defeat the Emperor and recapture the entire Milky Way. And now, this nobody who suddenly appeared, dared to call him “heretical rabble”?
“I must kill him and completely destroy this fleet, fire! I want this fleet to turn into a pile of scrap in the Universe!”
Flames erupted as the two fleets instantly engaged in battle. The Tribunal Fleet, under Aikute's command, pierced into the center like a Sharp Blade, while the reaction of Horus' Fleet was noticeably slower. Their first wave of attacks had just been launched when the Light Spears and Macro Cannons from the Tribunal Fleet howled and exploded on the Void Shield, completely destroying it in a blink.
“They are using the same technology as us!”
The Artillery Commander yelled loudly.
“But their firepower is stronger than ours, their Void Shields are also sturdier, we are no match for them!”
“Damn it, damn it…!!”
Watching his warships explode in fierce flames in front of him, Horus' face turned a shade of green-gray. Looking at this suddenly appeared fleet, he already had an idea. After all, the existences in the void had already informed Horus that the Emperor harbored desires of becoming a deity. Could it be that this fleet belonged to the Emperor's Church Fleet?
With this thought, Horus became even madder. Indeed, everything was a lie. The imperial truth was a lie, the Great Crusade was a lie! The Emperor just wanted to become a deity, abandon us and the Empire, and ascend to godhood on his own! And he had never trusted Horus–perhaps this fleet had been ordered by the Emperor to constantly monitor him! Otherwise, how could their appearance be so coincidental!
Everything was the Emperor's fault!
No, everything was the Fake Emperor's fault!
Chapter end
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