164: Chapter 168 My Saw, the Cure for Your Elegance

Blood-red boarding tubes, like thick metallic leeches, violently bored through the proud, white resistance armor plating of the Federation flagship.

The harsh sounds of acid corrosion and plasma gas welding erupted in circles of sparks at the vacuum interface.

Bang.

The airlock of the Third flow-reduction chamber inside the flagship was violently torn open.

Red lights within the explosion-proof corridor rotated shrilly, cutting through the darkness.

The Federation's highest-spec Light Energy Imperial Guards, responsible for holding the intermediary bridge section, had already formed an extremely tight tactical triple-stack formation. They held heavy pulse disintegration guns capable of instantly vaporizing light armor, and before them stood high-energy deflection force field shields that could refract even a light lance three times.

As Recruit Number One stepped out, his heavy magnetic combat boot directly crushed the sensor at the edge of the hatch.

There were no tactical hand signals, nor any hidden probes.

Those black iron towers weathered the high pressure surging back from the airlock and walked straight into this death corridor, which was less than ten meters wide.

"Fire!"

The Federation Guard Captain's voice even trembled slightly due to extreme tension.

Dense, blinding high-frequency pulse beams struck the master-crafted power armor of the three Astartes in the lead like a torrential rain.

The anti-slip paint on the armor's surface evaporated instantly. The black ceramic substrates glowed with dangerous red spots under the three-thousand-degree heat.

But they did not fall; they didn't even slow their charging pace in the slightest.

The power armor in the Warhammer universe was originally designed to withstand such exaggerated firepower that could turn an ordinary person into powder, forcibly dragging the battle into the most unreasonable quagmire.

Recruit Number One's right shoulder bore a heavy disintegration beam that grazed the side of his neck.

The smell of charring drifted out from the damaged part of the armor.

He felt no pain; the extremely strong healing power brought by the Abyssal Star Beast genes caused the muscle fibers beneath to begin forcibly scabbing over the moment they were burned.

"Too long."

Three words were spat out from that cold voice modulator.

At this distance of less than fifty meters.

His massive hands gripped that high-frequency chainsword, which was already electrified and preheating, and he hurled it out directly like a city-breaking windmill.

The heavy weapon, its adamantium teeth spinning wildly, left his hand.

Carrying the extreme physical arm strength of an Astartes, it slammed hard into the perfectly smooth light energy deflection shield of the Federation Imperial Guard's first row.

The shield could refract beams, but it could not deflect the physical rotary cutting of a solid greatsword weighing several hundred kilograms.

The light screen shattered like glass.

The High Elf guards in the front, wearing thin nano-bulletproof suits, didn't even let out a cry before being sucked into the Chainsword, which acted like a meat grinder.

Severed limbs and broken arms instantly exploded into a bloody flower mixed with mechanical fluid in the enclosed corridor.

The defensive line was torn open.

A black flood poured in.

Fourteenth Recruit's remaining right arm swung the Power Claw, completely ignoring the ion sidearm fire at point-blank range.

He grabbed a Federation officer's head.

Amidst the extremely crisp sound of bone cracking, that exquisite head, which supposedly housed a high-computing-power auxiliary brain, burst like a ripe peach.

These high-and-mighty Federation elites could destroy a planet with the press of a button from several light-years away.

But when these Warhammer monsters, reeking of thick sulfur and blood, actually got into their faces, their proud logic and tactical discipline left them with nothing but collapse and wailing under the extreme bloody slaughter.

In less than three minutes.

The intermediary corridor was carpeted with slippery organs and shattered high-end electronic firearms.

The Astartes' boots made a heavy splashing sound in the blood as they stood before the sacred crystal gate leading to the flagship's core control room.

The door wasn't locked.

Because the Federation fleet Commander inside had gone completely insane.

His Star-Glory command robe, a literal work of art, was completely soaked with cold sweat.

The more than three hundred warships outside had either been paralyzed or turned into floating iron coffins by the mad-dog-like point-blank main guns of the battle axe heavy cruisers. And his final line of defense couldn't even buy time against this group of demons.

The Commander's hands were pressed tightly against the azure core control crystal on the main console, which symbolized authority over the entire fleet.

Beside it was a red lever that, if pulled to the bottom, would cause the entire ship to undergo a miniature self-destruct.

"You unreasonable fringe trash..." The Commander saw the door kicked open by Recruit Number One, his pure elven eyes bloodshot with despair, "Even if I take this ship and vaporize us all... I will never..."

His fingers lunged toward the red lever.

Swish.

An unannounced flash of fire grazed the high-hanging metal ceiling light of the command room.

A bolt shell accurately struck and severed the entire right arm of the raving Commander with zero margin for error.

There was no explosion, as an armor-piercing core was used.

His arm, along with a piece of severed high-tech fabric, went flying and slammed into the holographic strategic map behind him.

The Commander clutched the spurting blood at the stump, and before he could even experience the extreme pain, he collapsed onto the polished floor.

Number Fourteen's massive frame stepped up to the main console.

He roughly pushed aside the still-twitching body.

That Power Claw, still dripping with the flesh and blood of the alien.

Directly bypassed all complex verification procedures and genetic code locks.

Click.

With physical tearing and brute force destruction, the [Fleet Master Control Core Crystal] flashing with pale blue light...

...was pulled out by him like a radish, along with the cables that were forcibly snapped at the bottom.

The lights went out.

The flagship's luxurious light-colored lighting system completely lost power the moment the crystal was removed. Only the few points of crimson malevolence from the Astartes' eye lenses flickered in the darkness.

On the outskirts of the star sector.

Li Cang sat in the battle axe heavy cruiser's cockpit, which was covered in patches.

His hand took the fleet crystal that Number Fourteen had quickly sent back via a shuttle.

He didn't look at the wailing prisoners in the flagship; killing them all would take up space, and keeping them would waste food. All follow-up actions were handled by the Astartes, physically clearing the area according to the most extreme Imperial laws.

When he forcibly inserted this crystal with high-level authority into his own main console.

The public holographic map of this star sector underwent a violent calculation surge.

[Zone-wide Announcement.]

[Eternal Star Crown Federation · Seventh Star-Glory Expeditionary Fleet has been physically annihilated/authority seized.]

[Unknown Abyssal Civilization: Designation 409X, has officially obtained actual omnidirectional dominance over this coordinate sector of the great map.]

[System Forced Correction: Title changed to "Iron-Blooded Frenzied Warlord (Real-name authentication phase initiated)".]

Li Cang looked at the Federation encirclement on the map that had just been emitting a blinding red light and acting all-powerful. Now, they had all turned into over three hundred high-end scrap metal blind boxes floating on the outskirts of this dead star system, waiting for him to slaughter them.

He lightly tapped his finger on the newly generated [Great Warlord Authentication Tag].

In the new phase of the great map, he used this multi-million-ton spiked heavy cruiser.

To violently smash open a bloody beginning stained with the blood of high-level civilizations.