A Core Ship From The Start
Chapter 1041 - Chapter 1041 Chapter 715 Final Stage

Chapter 1041: Chapter 715: Final Stage Chapter 1041: Chapter 715: Final Stage [Timing: -8.24.15]

The manufacturing capability of Otrimas was indeed formidable.

Duanmu Huai stood on the high platform, watching the Psychic Warriors below who had completed their re-equipment–they were dressed in silver armor, with the Tribunal’s emblem replicated on their shoulders. To the casual observer, they did not look much different from ordinary Astarte.

“Truly worthy of Otrimas, its production capability is indeed the best in the world.”

“As long as we have the blueprints, it’s not difficult for us.”

Standing beside Duanmu Huai, Kiriman also felt somewhat proud, but he was still a bit puzzled.

“But I have a question, why must it be Grey Knights? Can’t it be Blue Knights?”

“If you like, I don’t mind, Grey Knight is just a military code name for the Tribunal; if you want to paint it blue, go ahead.”

Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders. Historically, Grey Knights were also vanguards against Chaos, although there were diverse opinions regarding their resistance to Chaos. Some said the genetic seeds of the Grey Knights came from the alterations by the Emperor, the mad scientist; others claimed it was due to their unique training methods.

However, for Duanmu Huai, it wasn’t that complicated. Once marked with the Tribunal’s emblem, you all became devotees of the God of Destruction, and your souls belonged to the Tribunal. Therefore, it was impossible for them to succumb to the corruption of Chaos–after all, this was essentially no different from two deities in the Faelun World competing for followers. For instance, if Shawl wanted to use lies to deceive and lure followers of Suren into corruption, those protected by a deity would naturally stand strong.

If they were unbelievers without any backing, then they only had one path: death.

By the way, by Faelun’s standards, pretty much all the Emperor is unbelievers, completely doomed. Forget the ‘Wall of Unbelievers’; you could directly build a ‘Great Wall of Unbelievers’.

To add again, the Tribunal never worries about this issue for a simple reason–apart from being a God of Destruction, Duanmu Huai was also an Old God.

No one understood spiritual pollution better than an Old God.

Just like in the world of Cthulhu, once someone was contaminated by spiritual pollution, they would only sprint towards the Abyssal deeps of Chaos; you would never see them suddenly come to their senses, as that was impossible. The spiritual contamination of humans by Old Gods and Outer Gods was overwhelmingly powerful, and because they operated in the material world, the techniques of Subspace were meaningless. In fact, while under the Tribunal’s protection and using the Tribunal’s power to annihilate chaotic evil beings, these Grey Knights’ souls also bore the spiritual imprint from the Tribunal, stamped by Duanmu Huai’s will of the Old God, so it was absolutely impossible for them to fall.

Because no one can fall twice.

Right, a double insurance.

Actually, Duanmu Huai initially wanted to implement the Grey Knights in his territories in Faelun once they were established, but plans change faster than reality; watching what these Astarte Grey Knights would become was quite intriguing too.

“To put it frankly, a considerable portion of them might be completely annihilated in this war.”

Duanmu Huai did not hide this from Kiriman.

“Grey Knights require strict training and scrutiny, but unfortunately, we don’t have enough time now, we can’t do all of that, so we can only wait for natural selection. War is the best filter, and though I don’t like to say it, you need to be psychologically prepared.”

“I certainly am psychologically prepared, all Astarte are the same, whether they are Grey Knights or not.”

Kiriman’s demeanor was serious and somber as he watched the Grey Knights army forming up below. His primary concern now was the three Abyssal-class warships Duanmu Huai had mentioned. If, as Duanmu Huai had said, these three warships were comparable to the Mountain Array, then this would be an extraordinarily perilous battle for Otrimas. Indeed, during the period while Duanmu Huai had been training Grey Knights, Kiriman had been considering how to defeat those three Abyssal-class warships, eventually concluding that the only answer was to organize a group of Astarte to defect and then infiltrate these ships and destroy their reactors, causing them to self-destruct in a suicidal attack.

After all, they truly did not have more powerful warships, not even Otrimas could manufacture a warship as powerful as the Mountain Array in such a short time.

“If you have no other way, the Tribunal can provide you with a solution.”

“Oh?”

At this, Kiriman looked at Duanmu Huai curiously.

“What solution?”

“Our Tribunal once destroyed an Alien Mother Star, and then dug up three large warships from it–Alien Warships, similar to the Spirit Tribe’s Ark, only not as large. But they are substantial compared to Imperial Warships, and if you are willing to accept support from Alien technology, I can have them brought here.”

Duanmu Huai was referring to the spoils of war he had collected when he cleaned up the Star Spirit’s home planet Aile. Besides mining a massive amount of crystals from Aile, he casually also took three of the Star Spirit’s Arks–the Spear of Ayton, Otalis Pride, and Memory of Neksun.

Duanmu Huai and the Tribunal weren’t particularly interested in these Alien constructs. He had dragged them back solely to research the Star Spirit’s shield technology, and then as trophies–Astarte often collected weapons from the Aliens they had defeated as memorabilia and collections. For Duanmu Huai to do this was actually quite normal.

Of course, the largest under Duanmu Huai’s command was his fusion mother ship, the Inheritance Ship, but Duanmu was not foolish enough to bring his mother ship to this timeline’s universe to risk it. So, he simply pulled these three Star Spirit Arks over; after all, they were just taking up space as spoils of war. He figured throwing them directly at the three Abyssal-class warships would surely annihilate them.

“So you mean to send three Alien Battleships to crash into the Abyssal-class?”

“Exactly, although those three Alien Battleships are a bit smaller than an Abyssal-class, they are more than enough to deal with them.”

Duanmu Huai appeared very calm. If the Abyssal-class Battleships were a person, then the fleet of Limit Warriors would be like toothpicks–painful when jabbed into someone, but difficult to kill them. Although the Star Spirit Arks are not as big as a person, they are like a short sword, and just one well-placed thrust can be fatal.

Duanmu Huai’s plan was to control the three Star Spirit Arks to execute a kamikaze attack on the Abyssal-class warships, then fully detonate their power cores. The scale of such an attack would ensure even a Mountain Array met its end, let alone a mere Abyssal-class.

Indeed, the Abyssal-class had formidable firepower, but the shields of the Star Spirits were not to be underestimated either.

Though that was all they had left–shields.

“Is that really possible?”

It had to be said, upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s suggestion, Kiriman was truly astonished. It wasn’t the Alien Battleships that surprised him, but the fact that Duanmu Huai was actually willing to use these three Alien Battleships against the enemy. After all… even though they were Alien Battleships capable of matching the Abyssal-class, Kiriman had to admit that he would hesitate to use them so readily.

If the Mechanic Religion saw this, they’d probably keel over.

“The mission of the Tribunal is to protect humanity at all costs. So, as I see it, nothing about this is a big deal. Besides, they were all found items, why not use them?”

Although Duanmu Huai spoke lightly, Kiriman gained a deep respect for him hearing this. After all, based on his experience, the Aliens owning such large battleships must be an interstellar civilization, and for the Tribunal to have fought and destroyed their home planet spoke volumes about their sacrifices. And now, they were ready to sacrifice their spoils of war to protect humanity… Kiriman held a solid respect for the Tribunal.

Well, in fact, Duanmu Huai was just raiding — there was no need to elaborate that to Kiriman while the Star Spirits and the Insect Swarm were bitterly fighting each other, seizing the opportunity to benefit.

“Then I entrust this to you, Otrimas will never forget the Tribunal’s kindness.”

Kiriman was no fool; having good things to use freely was a bonus. Although his Limit Warrior Legion was top-notch, Kiriman cherished his Astarte like his own children and naturally wouldn’t allow his troops to be sacrificed in vain.

After all, he had no other choice.

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Subspace began to tremble, a giant rift emerged, tearing through the boundary between subspace and the material world, accompanied by frenzied prayers and screams. A large number of warships burrowed out of the rift. Domes opened everywhere, blast shields extended from the cannon mouths, and giant cannons penetrated the void, ready to destroy everything at a moment’s notice.

This was a blasphemous fleet, an evil fleet, a dark fleet. But none could compare to the most dark, terrifying warship behind them–gigantic, trembling from its emergence from subspace, resembling a Trident, it was an unmatched presence, a killing giant. Cities made up of monasteries and churches adorned this warship’s body, mounted upon a colossal Trident. This was a cosmic fortress, a ship that embodied the concept of abomination, navigating among the stars in a body of steel–next to it, even the Imperial Queen Glory Class Battleships were insignificant.

Before them lay the starlight of the Five Hundred Worlds, a serene, beautiful world that represented the scenery of civilization.

As well as the fleet of Limit Warriors that had already been waiting there.

And another peculiar fleet stationed above them.

“Did you know? I saw it for the first time, but I thought it was a Whisperer’s warship.”

Looking at the Tribunal Fleet opposite, glittering with magnificent churches, Magnus twitched the corner of his eye, turning to Rogal who appeared calm beside him.

“They are merely lost, regardless of origin. Their beliefs are fragile lies before the True God, no different from the Imperial Truth, no different from our Father.”

“You’re still as extreme as ever.”

Magnus scoffed, not saying much more. Each time Rogal and his Whisperer Corps conquered a planet, to prove the greatness of the True God of Emperor he worshipped, he would completely burn down all other beliefs there. It turned out that the current Rogal had not changed from before; he might have abandoned the Emperor, but his obsession with faith remained the same.

In Magnus’s view, other than switching to a different deity, Rogal had not changed from before; in fact, they had grown more arrogant.

“Their powerless resistance and wails will mark the beginning of this subspace symphony.”

Rogal raised his hands as if he were a band conductor at a concert.

“And I, will inaugurate this movement here.”

Then, he lowered his hands.