Chapter 1084 War is Art
At this moment, on the command deck of the Tau Empire battleship, the air was frozen with tension.
Commander Xia'mi's four-fingered palm was suspended in front of the holographic tactical table, and the light blue projection light cast strange spots on his blue skin.
Sixteen tactical screens flashed on his retina, each showing the same figure in purple-gold armor.
"Main gun charging completion rate is 98.7%, Commander." The synthetic voice of the mechanical adjutant sounded, "It is recommended to wait until it is fully charged before..."
"Open fire immediately!" Xia'er's voice exploded in the communication nerve bundle, and all the Tau Empire officers pressed the shooting button at the same time.
The main gun array on the belly of the battleship began to rotate, and the superconductor coil emitted a sharp buzzing sound.
Each shot from these specially modified and reinforced railguns can penetrate the void shield of an ordinary warship.
And now, thirty such destructive weapons simultaneously locked onto the figure walking on the ground.
"Fire!"
Fulgrim was seen extracting the flaming sword from the remains of an XV109 battlesuit as the first orbital strikes descended.
The plasma flame evaporated the blue blood on the sword into mist, forming a strange halo around the purple-gold armor.
His combat instincts are sharper than any sensor.
By the time the first railgun shells broke through the atmosphere, the Primarch was already moving.
The shell fell at a speed of eight thousand meters per second, but Fulgrim dodged it just before it hit.
The warhead penetrated deeply into the ground, and the delayed fuse detonated after 0.3 seconds, lifting up the ground within a radius of meters.
The shock wave swept across the battlefield, carrying rubble and metal fragments, but was deflected by some invisible force before it hit the Primarch.
The second shell followed.
This time it was the triple ion cannon from the Star Fury.
The blue-white energy torrent lashed the earth like a whip of God, vaporizing rocks and melting steel wherever it passed.
Fulgrim advanced instead of retreating, and slashed down with his flaming sword against the ion beam.
The plasma flame and ion energy collided violently, exploding an energy storm with a diameter of hundreds of meters on the battlefield.
“Pathetic attempt.”
Fulgrim's voice came across the battlefield communicator.
He turned gracefully, and the third railgun shell grazed his phoenix-wing-shaped helmet, creating a crater thirty meters deep behind him.
The orbital bombardment became more and more intense. The Tau fleet had abandoned precision strikes in favor of saturation bombing.
The entire area around Fort 62 turned into a purgatory, with shock waves and energy storms constantly reshaping the terrain.
But the purple-gold figure always stands.
Fulgrim suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. Despite the tens of thousands of meters of distance and the thick atmosphere, his eyes seemed to be locked directly on the bridge of the Pride of the Sky.
"Eidolon," the Primarch's voice came over the encrypted channel to the flagship in orbit. "It is time."
On the assault deck of the "Purple Flame's Revenge", three hundred elite soldiers of the Emperor's Sons have lined up.
The Space Marines in Terminator armor completed a final check of their storm bolters, and the Phoenix Guard's plasma weapons were switched to overload mode.
The assault cabin's ram began to warm up, and the mechanical priest's chanting echoed throughout the cabin.
Commander Eidolon stood at the front of the team, his purple-gold power armor engraved with victory inscriptions.
His fingers gently stroked the hilt of the power sword "Emperor's Wrath", a weapon that had beheaded countless alien leaders.
"Battle-brothers," he said, his voice beaming across the helmet communicator, "today, we shall write the final chapter of our Primarch's victory with the blood of the Tau."
The first assault bay penetrated directly into the seventh deck of the Tau warship.
Eidolon was the first to step out of the hatch. His power sword drew a perfect arc, and the heads of two pilots in combat uniforms flew high. The blue blood formed strange balls in the zero-gravity environment.
"For the Emperor! For the Primarch!"
"The Emperor's son! Kill his father's enemy!"
The battle cries of the Emperor's Children echoed through the narrow corridors. The roar of bolters and the hum of pulse weapons combined to turn the interior of the Tau warship into a slaughterhouse.
At this moment, three blue-white pulse beams shot towards the opening of the assault cabin almost simultaneously. One of them grazed Eidolon's shoulder armor and burned a scorch mark on the purple-gold paint.
Eidolon did not pause, his power sword "Emperor's Wrath" was unsheathed, and the decomposition force field on the blade was buzzing.
Two fire warriors rushed out from the corner, their pulse rifles raised just as Eidolon's sword slashed down.
The first sword cut the first Tau soldier in half diagonally from left shoulder to right abdomen.
Blue blood splattered on the bulkhead, but before it hit the ground, Eidolon had already turned around and slashed with the second sword. The head of the second fire warrior flew up, hit the ceiling and bounced to the ground.
"Forward! Clear the passage!"
As soon as he uttered the order, hundreds of Space Marines rushed out from both sides of him.
The roar of the bolters echoed through the narrow corridors, tearing into pieces the Tau soldiers who tried to organize a defense.
The interior of a Tau warship is irritatingly complex.
The corridor is hexagonal, and the walls are covered with streamlined control panels and glowing data pipelines.
Eidolon hated this alien aesthetic - too delicate, too fragile, and too unartistic.
Six Fire Warriors set up pulse cannons at a crossfire point.
Eidolon did not slow down.
His power armor's servos roared, increasing his charge speed to the limit.
The moment the pulse cannon fired, he slid sideways, and the blue-white energy beam brushed past his chest armor, exploding a ball of plasma flame behind him.
Three steps.
The first blade pierced the pulse cannon operator, the tip of the sword protruding from the back of the Tau soldier.
Two steps.
He blasted out with his left fist, denting the second fire warrior's visor and shattering his skull inside the helmet.
step.
With a spinning strike, the upper bodies of the remaining four Titanium soldiers slid down at the same time, and the cuts were as smooth as if they were cut by laser.
"Keep going! The bridge is just ahead!"
Eidolon led the Terminator team forward all the way. Every sealed door was violently broken and every defense point was ruthlessly crushed.
When they broke through the last line of defense, the tragic scene on the bridge came into view. Commander Xia Mi was frantically entering commands on the console, trying to activate the battleship's self-destruct sequence.
“Coward!” Eidolon’s power sword pierced the console, sparks leaping between the two men. “Your death will be meted out by the Emperor’s Children!”
"For the Emperor!"
Eidolon was the first to rush into the bridge. His power sword drew a purple-gold arc of light, and the nearest Tau officer was cut in half.
Countless Space Marines followed closely behind, the roar of grenade launchers and the roar of chainswords interweaving into a melody of death.
Xia'Mi slammed a button on the console.
"You barbarians, don't even think about—"
Eidolon's sword pierced his throat.












