The Warmaster, in charge of attacking the Bridge, controlled the pace, not prioritizing its capture, fearing the enemy would order the detonation of the ammunition depot and main reactor.
After learning that Tenjiro and Scalp had successfully taken the reactor and ammunition depot with their teams,
He immediately gave the order to attack the Bridge.
Several Astartes squads swarmed forward, unleashing a torrent of firepower and wildly swinging their swords, incredibly ferocious.
The Warmaster even led the charge, rushing at the forefront.
Boom!
The last line of defense was breached in an explosion,
Several rebel soldiers in riot gear were sent flying by the blast.
Boom!
The blast door leading to the Bridge was breached by a melta bomb.
The last defenders inside the Bridge hid behind control panels or makeshift fortifications,
And as soon as the Players rushed in, they immediately stood up and fired at them.
"Fire, fire, kill them!"
The Captain yelled frantically, ordering his personal guard to continue firing and fighting, to maintain resistance.
But in front of the Warmaster and others, the so-called resistance was nothing more than a dying struggle.
After another bloody massacre, all the soldiers who dared to raise their guns in defiance were slaughtered.
Inside the Bridge, there was blood everywhere, scattered body parts, and broken control panels sparking with electricity, a truly horrific sight.
The Captain of the Exemplar Saint Fist had his head blown off by the Warmaster's shot, thus perishing.
"Enough, we surrender."
A military officer shouted tremblingly.
Others were the same; they were terrified by the Players' frenzied slaughter.
"You oath-breakers..."
A blonde man angrily condemned the officer attempting to surrender,
The Warmaster strode over and dragged the blonde man out,
"I will never submit to the Emperor's servants."
The man trembled with fear, but still shouted firmly.
"I don't need you to submit; I just need you to go to hell."
The Warmaster plunged his sword into the opponent's chest,
Crimson blood gushed out, staining the Bridge floor and nearby machinery.
"Is there anyone else who wants to resist?"
The Warmaster pulled out his sword, tossed the corpse aside, and asked aloud.
No one dared to speak again; everyone fell silent.
"Since no one wants to resist anymore, then this place listens to me now. Turn the cannons and blast those traitors hard."
"If you can achieve enough kills, I can intercede with the Guide and ask him to pardon your death sentences."
The Warmaster's words gave the captives a glimmer of hope for survival.
They quickly moved the bodies and returned to their posts, beginning to work.
The Exemplar Saint Fist battleship turned its guns,
And, according to the Warmaster's orders, began to attack its former 'allies'.
This caught many rebel ships off guard, and they were destroyed one after another.
A battleship being boarded and captured was a devastating blow to the morale of the rebel fleet.
And with another battleship, serving as the flagship, being destroyed by the Imperial Glory, the morale of the rebel fleet completely collapsed.
After several warships were destroyed in quick succession, the rebel ships stopped fighting and turned to flee.
...
"We lost just like that?"
Scar Face watched the Imperial Fleet gaining the upper hand and beginning to hunt down their warships and armed merchant ships, his face full of disbelief.
"Boss, we need to run too."
A subordinate beside him shouted.
"Yes, yes, we have to run."
Scar Face nodded subconsciously.
There was no hope for this battle.
The firepower of this Imperial Navy fleet was too fierce.
Especially the leading warship; not only was its artillery fierce, but its maneuverability was also fast,
Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, it wantonly slaughtered their warships.
It was too terrifying, too terrifying!!
They couldn't stay here any longer; they had to escape.
Anyway, they had plundered so much already; this trip was profitable enough.
"Tell the brothers to retreat; we're not serving them anymore," Scar Face shouted.
The next second, the augur's display flickered with signal lights, and threat warnings filled all screens and holographic panels.
"The Exemplar Saint Fist is approaching from behind us!" A pirate's face turned pale with fright. "It's not coming for us, is it?"
"Tell them we surrender, we surrender!" Scar Face shouted.
On the Bridge of the Exemplar Saint Fist, the Warmaster stood at the highest point, mimicking the Guide, overlooking the entire Bridge.
"So exhilarating!!"
The Warmaster suppressed his excited heart, maintaining a calm demeanor.
"Sir, the pirate ship ahead of us is hailing us; they say they want to surrender."
A communications officer reported to the Warmaster.
"Surrender?" The Warmaster's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"We don't need too many captives."
"And a pirate, dares to dream of playing both sides and having us win them over."
"Pass the order: charge the lance, and let them feel the Emperor's Wrath."
"Understood." The communications officer nodded and withdrew.
...
Inside the pirate ship,
"We're locked on, Boss." The pirate sitting in front of the augur had a deathly pale face.
"Did you hail them?" Scar Face was completely flustered.
"Hailed, no response!" The subordinate in charge of communications shouted.
"Keep hailing, keep hailing! Tell them that as long as they accept our surrender, we'll do anything."
The next second, the lance fired, instantly piercing through the ship Scar Face was on.
The pirate ship exploded, turning into a bright ball of fire in the void.
Emperor Niuma Battle Group kill count +1.
On the war score leaderboard, the Emperor Niuma Battle Group's score once again increased,
Currently, it was double that of the Eagle Soaring Nine Heavens Warband, formed by Players like Blood Pigeon and Milky Dragon, a precipitous lead.
In the regional channel.
Blood Pigeon: "Damn it, no way! We've worked so hard for so long, and you guys just soared ahead, with a precipitous lead! My MVP!"
Little Fatty: "(╬◣д◢) We're at such a disadvantage! These damned traitors don't even have a fortress; how are we supposed to rack up war scores?"
Warmaster: "Just an MVP, nothing to be rare about. If you want it, just work harder and take it."
Milky Dragon: "Master Versailles!"
Little Fatty: "I'm buying a battleship when I get back; I can't stand it anymore. Even if I have to take out a loan, or sell everything I own, I'm getting an Emperor-class battleship."
Warmaster: "I just happened to capture one; how about I sell it to you at a low price instead of exchanging it for contribution points and scores?"
Blood Pigeon: "Really?"
Warmaster: "Since you asked that, it's definitely fake. A battleship, how could it be so easy to capture? I'm counting on it to keep racking up war scores!"
Blood Pigeon: "MMP..."
...
The Bridge of the Imperial Glory.
"The void battle is over?"
Inquisitor Kadin looked at the fleeing rebel warships, dumbfounded, with a face full of disbelief.
Before, they had been fighting so desperately.
How did the entire process feel so easy, like cutting vegetables, to defeat the rebels?
If Alex knew Kaiting's thoughts, he would probably scold the Imperial high-ranking officials of the Calixis Sector as pigs again.
There were internal traitors, unclear command authority, and people enriching themselves by reselling Navy supplies.
Under such circumstances, it would be a miracle to win.
In this battle, the fleet obeyed only his will from beginning to end,
Naturally, it could easily crush the rebel rabble.
"Praise the God-Emperor," Cardinal Ignatius prayed, "All this is the Saint's merit."
"Saint, perhaps we can also deploy those armed barges to encircle and eliminate the fleeing rebels." Kaiting walked up to Alex and offered a suggestion.
Before Alex could speak, Cardinal Ignatius spoke first,
"The Saint is in command of the battle now; we should not interfere too much."
"This is a battle opportunity, understand? If we can get the armed freighters to attack in time, we can heavily damage more enemies." Kaiting's tone was excited, and he looked at Alex with anticipation.
"Those are cargo barges, responsible for transporting war materials and soldiers. Once destroyed, all the soldiers and materials on board will be gone. What will we use to retake the Sintilla Hive World, and what will we use to rebuild it?"
Alex shook his head, rejecting Kaiting's suggestion,
And demanded that the other party no longer dictate void battles to any general.
After the decisive victory in the void battle, the Imperial Fleet easily recaptured numerous space stations and defensive platforms in Sintilla's orbit.
Next, it was time for ground operations.
Alex ordered the fleet to conduct orbital bombardment to weaken the ground rebel forces.
Dense artillery fire, like a torrential downpour, repeatedly swept over the predetermined drop zones,
The fleet's sensors were also continuously scanning, pinpointing the ground rebel's fire units and assembly points.
Immediately after, flight squadrons were dispatched one after another, once again relentlessly bombing ground targets, completely controlling the airspace.
When Sonas Colin received news of the loyalist counterattack, he still thought those fellows were courting disaster.
Although the fleet stationed in sintilla was not a main fleet, it still consisted of nearly three hundred ships, a mix of capital ships and armed vessels.
It included not only recruited pirates but also naval forces that had defected to the Colin Family.
As a result, who would have thought that the void battle would end in their utter defeat?
The fleet was routed and scattered in flight.
The orbit was also completely blockaded, thoroughly cutting off their escape routes, leaving them trapped on the ground.
"We must hold on and await rescue."
Sonas appeased the rebel leaders,
"As long as the Colin Family launches an attack, everything will be fine again."
...
The Bridge of the Imperial Glory.
Alex slid his hand across the holographic map, which displayed the situation of the entire sintilla.
The once glorious Hive City had now become ruins.
After several rounds of orbital bombardment, the ground rebel's firepower had been greatly weakened, making them unable to contend for air superiority.
"Cortana, send the landing operation mission to all participating God Chosen. Also, have Aying lead the legions out."
A vibrant voice came from beside his ear,
"Alright, Master!"
......
A clear notification sound rang out, and the landing operation mission appeared on all the Players' data slates.
Little Fatty and the others were so excited they were almost in tears.
"It's finally our turn; this has been so hard."
"I'm shaking with cold, when will the persecution of mech Players stop!!"
"Depart! Depart."