163: Chapter 167 My firing range is on your face.

The counterattack from the Eternal Star Crown Federation came faster than Li Cang expected, and it was more in line with the style of a super-civilization.

That dead star system at the edge of the great map hadn't completely entered the night hemisphere zone yet.

In the vacuum above Mining Planet No. 3, a blinding blue light covering tens of thousands of square kilometers suddenly exploded without warning.

No probing, no formal notices.

A total of 320 Federation regular battleships, their paint perfectly presenting a streamlined teardrop shape, arranged in an extremely tight [Star-Shining Cross High-Risk Array], jumped directly out of the Warp Channel.

The other side didn't even have the heart to test the waters.

The Deflector Shields of over three hundred battleships were linked together by the underlying supercomputing network in the same second, forming a light curtain wall of near-absolute defense.

All the High-frequency Plasma Main Cannons at the bows, glowing with lethal white light, were locked onto the pitted Mining Planet No. 3.

Their mission was to physically erase the warships, bacteria, and this damn rock from the large star map.

Li Cang stood in the dim operation cabin of the battle axe heavy cruiser, which had just been welded shut a few hours ago.

On the holographic radar panel, the alarm frequency of that deep red death light had already stretched into a straight line.

“Thirty seconds until overload charging is complete; the opponent is charging up to sweep the area.”

Li Cang looked at those rows of extremely elegant and lethal muzzles, his face showing not even a hint of retreat.

“Blow all the anti-magnetic cover plates on the crust for me.”

The moment the command was issued.

Hundreds of surface camouflage layers near the equator of Mining Planet No. 3, originally used to hide the construction traces of the battle axe heavy cruiser, were blown into the sky by a massive amount of explosives pre-planted by the Astartes Recruits.

The roar echoed across the entire surface of the mining planet.

Before the arrogant Federation fleet Commander in space could figure out what kind of suicidal trick these bugs were playing...

From the deep rifts blown open on the mining planet, dark gold tail flames, a hundred times thicker than a volcanic eruption, suddenly gushed out.

That was the violent roar of the Mutation Warp Engine, which had been completely liberated.

A four-kilometer-long pure black steel behemoth, its hull crawling with biological granulation tissue and barbs, like an armored ghost crawling out of hell, forcibly crushed hundreds of thousands of tons of remaining heavy crustal rock layers on the mining planet and soared into the sky.

The Federation fleet Commander's hand, which had just picked up a cup of Nerve Relaxant, stopped in mid-air.

The cup fell onto the polished deck and shattered.

His near-perfect Tactical Auxiliary Computer couldn't even immediately calculate the specific classification of the four-kilometer giant that had burrowed out from underground.

“Not huddling in defense?”

This wasn't some piece of junk ship; this was an illegal creation with a volume a size larger than their Federation's main Cruiser, exuding an extremely crazy smell of machine oil!

Just as the Federation's main cannon array was preparing to forcibly focus its sights on this newly appeared behemoth...

Li Cang didn't open the shields at all.

He pushed the master control lever on the console brutally toward the extreme “Collision” mark.

The battle axe heavy cruiser, relying on the physical inertia of its massive kinetic energy, traced a desperate and barbaric straight line in space, braving several waves of hastily fired, not even fully energized plasma secondary cannons.

The Living Biological Armor charred under the wash of high-temperature rays, emitting foul-smelling black smoke, but the deep metal keel didn't deform in the slightest.

A ten-second lethal distance gap.

The huge tomahawk, like a heavy iron hammer, crashed headlong into the absolute center point of that perfect Star-Shining Cross Array without slowing down!

Bang!

Sound doesn't travel in a vacuum, but inside all the Federation warships, this muffled thud that shattered glass cups directly hammered the eardrums of everyone's nerves.

The Federation flagship at the intersection of the cross.

Its proud linked Deflector Shields, under the piercing of the battle axe heavy cruiser's tens of millions of tons of Solid Physical Ram, exploded into a circle of azure light rain due to the overload recoil.

The massive physical kinetic energy of the collision sent the three Federation battleships at the center spinning out of control in the vacuum like tops, their broadside armor plates suffering severe metal collapse due to the squeezing.

The entire flawless formation was forcibly torn open with a large hole by this unreasonable “dump truck to the face” move.

The main fleets of the two sides were stuck together at a distance where they could clearly see the terrified faces in each other's viewports.

This entered Li Cang's most comfortable rhythm.

Inside the Federation warship command room, red lights flashed wildly.

“Commander! The distance is too close! Our main cannons are within the explosion radius! Firing will trigger a large-scale void chain reaction explosion inside the formation!”

These high-tech ship cannons, designed for a wide kill range, have extremely terrifying collateral damage once they leave the crosshairs.

Now they were entangled with the battle axe heavy cruiser at less than five hundred meters; once they fired at full power, the shot would not only hit the opponent but also vaporize all their own people.

This is a common problem with advanced civilizations; they cherish their feathers too much and calculate all physical damage prevention coefficients.

But Li Cang didn't calculate that.

Warhammer doesn't need to consider friendly fire.

On the lower side of that massive, pitch-black battle axe heavy cruiser...

Inside hundreds of thick, square gun ports that had just opened...

Two thousand broken Servitors, modified from Scavengers corpses, had their torsos bare and glowing red from the extreme heat.

They had no aiming or guidance equipment; their hands were tightly gripping Adamantine chains as thick as tree trunks.

Under extremely rigid yet crazy commands...

These pure human-flesh machines forcibly dragged high-explosive, low-quality explosive warheads, each weighing tens of tons and emitting a pungent smell of sulfur, into those short, thick, solid Macro-cannon bores.

“They're not firing.” Li Cang looked coldly at the stiff Federation red dots on the radar screen that didn't dare to move.

“Then treat them to some iron lumps.”

More than two hundred close-in smoothbore Macro-cannons, loaded with the brutal fury of the machine spirit, simultaneously burst into orange-red death flames at an extreme point-blank distance of less than five hundred meters.

There was no need for the system to calculate armor penetration rates.

No high temperature of Light Lances, no elegance of psychic energy.

Hundreds of solid shells with massive physical mass slammed fiercely into the surrounding Federation battleships, which were in a paralyzed semi-shielded state due to losing their formation.

The flames of the explosions merged into one in less than a few seconds.

High-tech composite alloy armor kept peeling off under the physical tearing of primitive TNT low-grade gunpowder.

The nearest battleship hadn't even finished sending its distress signal when its entire exquisite bridge was smashed on the spot by a row of Macro-cannons, and the captain was sucked out by the vacuum, turning into an ice sculpture.

The recoil of the cannons made the battle axe heavy cruiser itself shake violently.

But it didn't care.

It was like a mad dog that had fallen into a flock of sheep, using the most low-down, crazy counterattacks to shatter the last bit of the Federation fleet's ridiculous rational tactics.

The dozen or so battleships in the front row had completely turned into burning space hearses.

Li Cang didn't stop.

His cold eyes fixed on the crippled command ship he had rammed to a halt, which was now trying to shift into reverse and escape.

On the top beam of the battle axe heavy cruiser...

A row of blood-red Boarding Tubes, originally hidden under heavy armor, like a monster revealing sharp fangs, pierced fiercely through The Machine oil smoke drifting in the vacuum and aimed at the command ship.

This style of fighting left no way out at all.

“Number One, take your recruits.”

Li Cang pressed the red release button for the Boarding Tube pressure.

“Go for a walk in the ship's cabin opposite; strip off everything that can be stripped.”