Space War

Chapter 167 Space War

Above the void, the Human Alliance's exclusive trans-dimensional repeaters lit up with a ghostly blue light one after another.

There are no roaring subspace storms, no psychic sacrifices by navigators, and no long waits of decades or even centuries for interstellar navigation missions.

One, ten, a hundred—the Human Alliance warships were continuously and instantly deployed from all parts of Altera to Terra orbit through stable spacetime channels.

The fleet size rapidly increased from the initial thirteen-ship assault formation to a large, well-organized main fleet of one hundred warships with terrifying combat power.

The entire process was smooth and swift.

The reinforcements arrived so quickly that Guilliman's anger subsided instantly.

Guilliman, whose eyes were clear, began to panic.

"Calga, we haven't teamed up with anyone yet, have we?"

"Regent? Not yet." Calga also noticed that something was wrong with his genetic father.

It seems like I suddenly became timid.

"That's good, that's good!"

The Human Alliance may very well possess a set of trans-galactic travel techniques that are completely detached from subspace, stable, safe, and capable of instantaneous arrival.

From that moment on, all of Guilliman's positions, strategies, and war objectives were completely overturned and overturned.

"You should have said so earlier! If you had said you had it, I would have set the Cult of Mechanism on fire to entertain you."

"Now the war is out of control..."

The constraints of subspace travel are the root cause of the millennia-long decline, fragmentation, and near-extinction of human empires.

He was overwhelmed with official duties because of subspace travel.

The reason why the Empire is so vast yet its governance is paralyzed, reinforcements are always late, star sectors are constantly divided and in rebellion, and billions of people live in perpetual isolation and fear is never due to insufficient military strength or too many external enemies, but rather to its outdated, violent, and deadly subspace navigation system.

The Empire's reliance on the warp is tantamount to being forever watched by chaos and forever bound by time.

A cross-sectoral support operation can take decades, and reinforcements may only arrive a century after a planet has fallen, making it difficult to issue orders or quell disasters in a timely manner.

The vast human empire, seemingly unified, is in reality a mere patchwork of countless isolated islands, barely surviving for millennia through ignorance, sacrifice, and sheer luck.

This is the empire's incurable disease, a condition that has tormented Guilliman day and night since his awakening.

But now, the Human Alliance's time-space travel technology has provided the only solution to the problem.

No need for warp space, no need for psionic powers, no need for adventure, no need for a long wait.

Instantaneous interstellar delivery is possible.

If this technology becomes widespread, the human empire will be completely free from the threat of chaos, the fragmentation of time and space, and the accumulated problems of millennia.

The shattered galaxy can be reunited, and fallen star sectors can be instantly relieved. Human civilization will no longer have to eke out a living in darkness and stagnation.

This is not simply a technological advantage; it is the only salvation for the entire human race.

In contrast, what about the Mechanism Cult?

For millennia, Mars has monopolized navigation technology, industrial capacity, and all rights to interpret science and technology, remaining stagnant, concealing technology, stifling innovation, and condoning the decay and decline of its empire.

They guard the incomplete STC and the chaotic subspace system, relying on religious ignorance to rule over technology, watching human civilization wither and regress, all to preserve their autocratic theocratic status.

The Mechanicus is the root of the Empire's problems; the Human Alliance's time-space technology is the Empire's cure.

With this thought in mind, Guilliman had no more hesitation, and his gaze became even clearer.

All traces of her melancholy vanished.

All past plans of hostility, vigilance, and conquest against the United People's Party have been nullified.

For the survival of humanity, for the rebirth of the empire, and for the end of millennia of darkness, he must abandon the already corrupt and decaying Mechanicus.

"Ferus, I have abandoned my alliance with the Humans."

"I remember you didn't say that just now," Firus said, surprised by Guilliman's change in expression.

"The past is the past, the present is the present!"

Guilliman’s tone was resolute, and his eyes held a determined edge as he sought to rebuild the empire.

Ferrus led his forces straight to the Mechanicus airship fleet, launching a fierce attack on its weak defenses and vulnerable points.

A series of rapid boarding assaults tore apart the Martian Allied Forces' void defense system.

On one side is the frontal assault and pinpoint breakthrough of the Ferus Empire fleet;

On one hand, the People's Alliance relies on the time-space relay network, while new warships continue to provide reinforcements, advancing on two fronts.

A two-pronged approach, attacking from both inside and outside.

Even though the Mechanicus has now integrated all the subordinate forces of the Inquisition, the State Church, the Ministry of the Interior, and the Terra High Lords, it is already a complete and top-level Imperial war machine, except for the lack of the Astartes Legion.

Despite the combined attack of these two powerful forces, this strongest power, which had monopolized the galaxy for millennia, still suffered a complete defeat.

Retreat steadily.

Terra orbit was lost one after another, and the Martian coalition suffered countless casualties and their ships disintegrated in pieces.

Reports of the frontline collapse kept coming back to the rear, and General Mars Forging, who was in command, was furious, his eyes filled with rage and madness.

He gritted his teeth and roared, issuing Mars' first trump card order: "Activate Mechanical Ark Number One and immediately proceed to Terra to halt the enemy's offensive!"

The decree resounded throughout the starry sea, causing the entire Martian dock to tremble violently.

The void clouds were torn apart by the giant ship, and only a terrifyingly large orthodox mechanical ark, dragging an industrial flame that traversed the star field, headed alone toward the main battlefield of Terra.

"The Mechanical Ark!"

"It's a mechanical ark! Mars has sent an ark to reinforce the front!"

All the high-ranking officers were well aware of the name "Mechanical Ark," recognizing it as a top-tier weapon of war that surpassed even battleships.

Players had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

"This is the Empire's most powerful space fortress warship, the Mechanical Ark of the Mechanicus!"

A single orthodox ark unleashed layers of nested composite void shields, activating a massive array of macro cannons, plasma incineration arrays, and dark technology weapons, unleashing a deluge of artillery fire that forcefully halted the rapid advance of the Human Alliance and the Ferus fleet.

The Human Alliance's high-speed mobility and high-energy main guns relentlessly bombarded the Ark's shields, while the Ark relied on its powerful defenses and forbidden black technology to continuously counterattack. The battlefield quickly fell into a stalemate where neither side could quickly defeat the other.

Just when the two sides were locked in a stalemate and the battle was at a standstill, Belisarius Caul, far away on the other side of the star sea, suddenly took action on his own. He dispatched his privately owned mechanical ark, which he had kept for many years and had personally made extensive improvements to, and changed course to head straight for the Human Alliance fleet. He made his position clear and took action to help the Human Alliance, directly confronting the Martian orthodox ark.

General Forging instantly detected the unique signal from Caul's modified Ark, and his rage erupted. He roared through the interdimensional communication channel, fiercely rebuking Caul: "Caul! How dare you secretly deploy the Ark to the enemy! This is a blatant betrayal of Omnisiah, a betrayal of the entire Mechanicus!"

On the other end of the communication line, Caul spoke calmly and indifferently, without a trace of panic or guilt, as he slowly replied, "In my eyes, the technology possessed by the Human Alliance is the true essence of Omnisea. The shackles of decay and conservatism are unworthy of the name 'Machine God'."

"Heretic! Kaul, you are no longer worthy to be the High Sage of the Cult of Machines!"

Seeing that Kaul had defected and that one of their own arks had to withstand the combined attack of the Human Alliance fleet and Kaul's modified ark, the situation deteriorated again. General Forging gritted his teeth and threw out more bargaining chips: two more mechanical arks.

Two enormous ship shadows followed the first ark as it took off, and two brand-new, orthodox mechanical arks broke through the clouds and headed to the battlefield.

At this point, all three orthodox Martian Arks were in place, along with one defector Ark, Caul. These four colossal mechanical structures, of immense size, spanned the entire Terran sky, their imposing hulls dividing the entire void's field of vision.

This is a terrifying mechanical creation, several times the size of a battleship and with combat power more than ten times greater.

As the top-tier space warfare weapon of the Mechanicus, standing tall in the galaxy, the value of the Mechanicus Ark goes far beyond its firepower on paper.

It is a mobile, floating casting world, with a complete forging workshop, smelting production line, and military equipment production line integrated inside the ship. It can mass-produce warships, military equipment, heavy weapons, and various killing machines in real time on the battlefield, continuously replenishing the front line with combat power.

Its most terrifying and unfathomable secret lies in the fact that deep within each ancient ark lies a vast collection of forbidden black technologies and lost techniques originating from the Dark Ages of Technology, sealed away by Martian sages and never revealed to the outside world.

The ark beneath Colmore, after years of improvements, possessed forbidden technology reserves and output power that surpassed the three orthodox arks.

The moment the four arks stood facing each other, the battlefield situation reached its final critical point, and the orbital void of Terra was completely transformed into a cosmic inferno.

The light in the entire airspace was forcibly distorted, and the pitch-black void was completely filled with the cold light of industrial metal.

If we were to describe the aesthetics of the Human Alliance warship, it would be the dynamic form that blends life structure with evolutionary technology.

The Mechanical Ark represents the absolute ultimate end of machinery, mechanisms, industry, and destruction.

It abandons all superfluous aesthetics, forging a mountain-like hull from heavy refined gold, with layers upon layers of mechanical structures densely stacked and extending, and billions of pipelines, chain gun assemblies, mechanical tentacles, life-sustaining furnace cores, and industrial forging arrays intertwined and coexisting.

It is like a living mechanical mountain rooted in the void. The three orthodox ark armors are engraved with ancient and conservative runes of Omnisia, while the Kaul ark armor is covered with unique innovative and improved patterns. Every structure is the result of thousands of years of industrial accumulation on Mars.

Human Union's technology is about rebirth, evolution, purity, and breaking through constraints: the orthodox Ark clings to the ancient and stagnant, while the Kaul Ark pursues innovation and transformation.

Three orthodox arks simultaneously unleashed a devastating barrage covering the entire area, with billions of macro cannons, fission bombardments, and plasma incineration turrets firing in unison. The crimson industrial firepower, like a scorching sea of ​​stars, blotted out the sky and suppressed the entire human-controlled airspace over a wide area.

Following closely behind are forbidden and dark killing moves such as the Void Tear Beam and the Subspace Silence Field, which embody the ancient and barbaric logic of destruction.

"This fight is a bit outrageous!"

Players still aboard the warships watched helplessly as suns began to twinkle across the battlefield.

That was the light emitted when the mechanical ark fired.

The void of the universe became unusually crowded at this moment.

At the critical moment, Kaul's mechanical ark suddenly blocked the front of the Human Alliance fleet, its modified turrets firing at full power, its massive collaborative shields spreading out to absorb the impact, and its spacetime harmonizing force field dismantling the orthodox ark's bizarre killing methods.

Compared to the oppressive heaviness and deathly stillness of the mechanical ark, the Human Alliance fleet is like a silver star forest blooming in the dark void, agile and swift, with fierce attacks, perfectly demonstrating the pinnacle of evolutionary technology.

The Human Alliance launched a counterattack, relying on its high-speed propulsion, precision direct-fire main gun that pierces through the galaxy, and its self-adaptive, regenerating balanced shield.

A series of pure white, high-energy beams, solid as solid matter and carrying the terrifying energy level of the hyperspace engine, pierced straight through the void, tearing apart the orthodox Ark composite shield layer by layer. The Kaul Ark simultaneously fired improved and enhanced beams, coordinating with the Human Alliance's firepower to attack the three enemy behemoths.

The void shattered completely, the galaxy trembled incessantly, and artillery fire and intense light overwhelmed the entire sky. Terra Orbit was plunged into an epic battle of death in complete darkness.

The three orthodox Ark fortresses continued to roar, industrial infernos engulfed everything, and dark technology relentlessly distorted spacetime and created gravitational collapse, desperately trying to crush the Innovators and the Human Alliance ships.

The orthodox mechanical gods, working side-by-side, exert pressure against the innovative Ark of Caulna and the fleet of the Human Alliance; the two mechanical civilizations, one conservative and the other innovative, clash.

The paths of light collided with full force, and the flames of war spread across the entire Terra Star Sea.

"Has the Mechanicus gone mad?"

"In the Empire's eyes, we are nothing but iron men, heretics!"

"Is this the level of fighting the Mechanicus?"

The players kept exclaiming in amazement.

The intensity of the battle has surpassed that of the Lionsgate battle, and it is even more impactful.

The Mechanicus is desperate.

For the Mechanicus, once this incredible technology belonging to the Human Alliance is made public, the Mechanicus's middle-level system, which has been maintained for thousands of years, will collapse instantly.

Countless mechanics and servants of God who adhere to doctrine and thirst for truth will not hesitate to abandon the rigid and corrupt Martian dogma and completely side with the Human Federation, which has mastered the ultimate navigation technology, just like Caul who is making his choice at this moment.

Unlike the sinister and profound fear and madness of the Mechanicus, Guilliman's heart was filled with only ultimate clarity and certainty.

He had come to a complete understanding of who was the cancer of the empire and who was the future of humanity.

At this moment, the war in the Terra Orbit is becoming increasingly violent, with the Human Alliance, the Ferrus Empire fleet, and the Caul Ark joining forces in a chaotic battle.

Dozens of human-made warships, relying on their hyperspace teleportation maneuverability, constantly traversed the void and changed formations.

The Human Alliance's basic technology is clearly superior to the Empire's in every aspect, but the terrifying industrial foundation accumulated on Mars over thousands of years once overturned conventional understanding of combat power.

The brutal battlefield exchange ratio was clearly displayed on every combat screen: half of the Human Alliance's new main warships had been lost in battle. Even though a large number of ordinary Martian warships disintegrated and perished in the spacetime artillery fire, every damaged or sunk Human Alliance ship represented the Human Alliance's accumulated resources over the past few months.

In contrast, the orthodox Mechanicus can continuously deploy thousands or even tens of thousands of warships to the battlefield, given enough time to manage them.

No one dares to underestimate the terrifying potential that Mars has accumulated over thousands of years.

Staring at the constantly changing red battle damage data on the screen, Annie couldn't hide the heartache and anxiety in her eyes.

These warships are operated by various war groups, and there are also many ordinary people on board.

This was the deadliest casualty incident ever suffered by the United People's Party.

The fierce and stalemate completely shattered her usual calm and composure.

The Human Alliance has only managed to gather this many warships in a few months, which is already the limit.

She can't afford to waste time.

She took a deep breath and finally made up her mind to contact Commander Fang Yun.

"Commander, I...I think I did something wrong..."

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Fang Yun looked up at Annie and said, "You did nothing wrong."

"War inevitably means sacrifice."

At that moment, a golden object floated in front of Annie.

"It usually comes around this time."

"I will use a more efficient method."

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