"Collide!!!"
Vox shouted at the top of his lungs. Through the wedge-shaped observation window, he saw the Depression, the light cruiser at the front of the fleet, rushing out first. The light cruiser decisively rammed into the battleship that was about to launch a whirlwind torpedo.
The Depression just happened to be inserted into the enemy battleship's artillery array. The ammunition depots and engine cores of the two ships exploded at the same time, huge sparks lit up, and the shock wave directly overturned countless frigates beside the giant ship, followed by a series of explosions.
The Fourth Knight, where Vox was, was also close enough to the core of the explosion - they had originally planned to crash into it directly, but were beaten to it by the Depression.
Twenty-three seconds later, the shock wave from the explosion reached the Fourth Knight, causing the ship to shake. Even Vox couldn't stand still. He held onto the handrail tightly.
The Fourth Knight was still running. They went straight through the broken section of the cruiser and decisively fired at another battleship that was loading at the other end.
The Fourth Knight scraped against the wreckage of the battleship, and a strong sense of turbulence came again, almost turning the entire ship upside down.
Snap! The armrest in Vox's hand broke with a whine, and the captain of the first company was thrown to the ground and fell heavily.
In his peripheral vision, Vorx saw the mortal crew members who had connected their lower bodies to the ship - the mortals had a lot of experience in this.
"Attack! Keep attacking! Interrupt their orbital bombardment! Prioritize attacking the battleships!"
Vox shouted, and scrambled to his feet. Only then did he realize that he was already covered in cold sweat.
The fluorescent light on the screen reflected his armor, which glowed coldly and was icy cold to the bone.
In order to provide information for the naval battle, Garo has sacrificed himself!
He couldn't lose Hades again!
This is the duty that Garro and Mortarion gave to Vorx. He must - he must defend the position in space.
At this moment, all the ships anchored on the equator of Cadia were firing at Cadia! Countless spears of light pierced into the continent, and during this time, Vorx received a signal that suspected the deployment of whirlwind torpedoes.
On the Vengeful Spirit, Mortarion's revenge is still continuing, and on Cadia, Hades's escape is stumbling, but for this war, the naval battle commanded by Vorcus is the decisive factor.
The responsibility of commanding the naval battle originally belonged to Garro, and usually Vorkes followed Mortarion to the battle, but this time Garro resolutely switched shifts with Vorkes. Vorkes understood what Garro meant - but he didn't expect all this to happen so quickly!
Vorx would rather die on the Spirit of Vengeance than stand here and command a war that is completely powerless for an individual!
In a trance, Vox seemed to see before every war, Garo silently patted his shoulder, telling Vox with actions that he believed in his ability.
Vox also believed in his own strength—but not in naval battles!
But even though he was extremely anxious, Vox's eyes were still closely following the signals on the auspicious instrument. The Death Guard needed to first let go of the small boats that could not launch the extermination order and concentrate on destroying the largest ships that posed the greatest threat.
This was not easy. Even though the Death Guard had penetrated from the left side of the battlefield and disrupted the Warmaster's fleet, the battleships surrounded by countless frigates and cruisers could not be easily sunk. They could only initially disrupt the enemy's formation - so that they would lose the opportunity to bombard Cadia.
But the number of Death Guard ships is far less than that of the Warmaster! The success just now was only due to sacrifice and speed, which interrupted the Warmaster's attack.
Once the enemy ships react and start to encircle and counterattack, time will run out and the Death Guard will undoubtedly lose!
Under Vox's instruction, tens of thousands of torpedoes were fired from the Death Guard's ships, leaving no ammunition for return!
The torpedo group's top priority target was not the warships, but the ground-attack cyclone torpedoes that had been released! For a moment, huge and dazzling explosions followed one after another, almost turning the battlefield with too dense a density of warships into a fire scene.
Countless frigates, even light cruisers, were directly affected by the aftermath of the explosion and engulfed in a sea of fire. The chaotic radio waves generated by the explosion plunged both fleets into chaos.
Vox stared at the observation window that had almost turned into a white light, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He predicted the situation on the battlefield and the enemy's next move. On this battlefield, the Death Guard fleet had gambled everything! He couldn't lose!
In the helmet, the channel interfered by radio waves made a shrill whistle, but Vox ignored them. He simply pulled out two daggers and nailed his feet to the deck with the daggers on the still shaking boat. Then he stood up and stared at the chaotic battlefield.
One by one, beads of sweat kept falling, and Vorx's helmet was stuffy and wet, but he didn't care about them at all. He was staring at the battlefield intently, and countless ships formed a three-dimensional picture in his mind - perhaps the Death Guard was not good at naval warfare, but Vorx himself was extremely good at guessing and predicting the thoughts of enemy commanders.
He just needs to be one step ahead of the enemy to prevent them from finding the next suitable orbital bombing position!
He must fulfill his duty! The Primarch's request! Garro's death! To rescue Hades!
He, Vox, was leading the Death Guard, who were not good at naval battles, to fight against the Warmaster's fleet that covered the sky!
With a slight click, the string in Vox's mind seemed to break.
Everything - everything, except for this extremely chaotic battlefield, except for the characteristics and data of each ship, everything has been forgotten by Vorx. In his imagination, Garro collapsed to the ground with his armor shattered; on the Spirit of Vengeance, Mortarion's persistent and indifferent back; on Cadia, Hades smiled helplessly and said he believed in him; on the ships, the wailing of the crew members whose limbs were blown off... Everything has been forgotten, leaving only the flashing dots on the august instrument in front of him.
Vox looked at the battlefield calmly without a trace of emotion. At this moment, he seemed to be out of his own perspective. He looked across and saw the commander of the Warmaster's fleet.
Vox lowered his head.
He can last three minutes and twenty-two seconds.
For three minutes and twenty-two seconds, Cardia will never be attacked by extinction orders such as whirlwind torpedoes.
Three minutes and twenty-two seconds later, if the war on other battlefields still does not stop, if there is still no additional reinforcement, if they still do not choose to retreat—
Then, it will be the end.
But this is the limit of what Vox can hold out for.
Vox didn't even have the time or energy to mourn.
But just as Garro, Mortarion and Hades believed that Vorkes could command the naval battle, Vorkes believed that they could win on other battlefields.
Yay!
(End of this chapter)