Chapter 611

Seeing it, I couldn't help but want to beat them up.

Imotekh was stunned for a moment; he could not even say words to blame the two Overlords, Nazar and Zhalang.

After all, even he himself had just inexplicably surged with this desire.

As if fate itself was using Imotekh's hand to realize the misfortune of the Lamenters.

This was really inexplicable, completely inconsistent with logic, and really made Imotekh hard to understand.

"Should we order Nazar and Zhalang to stop turning?" Overlord Ogwarch asked.

Imotekh's expression sank slightly; the disadvantage of the inertialess drive was here—it was too fast, so fast that Imotekh could not stop it, and the turn had already begun.

If Imotekh interrupted the turn at this time, not only would he not be able to stabilize the fleet's formation, but he would also cause chaos.

And, both the left and right wings had begun to turn; if Imotekh's center army did not move, it would also cause the formation to collapse completely...

The Stormlord waved his hand to signal Overlord Ogwarch not to interrupt the turn of the two affiliated dynasty troops, and then ordered the Sautekh Dynasty fleet directly under his command to also begin to turn.

Imotekh knew clearly that he had very likely fallen into the trap designed by humans.

But he did not sigh at the exquisite tactical design of humans first.

Because in Imotekh's view, this tactic was not exquisite at all; it was completely gambling on luck, gambling that Imotekh's troops would really go to pursue the Lamenters.

What Imotekh truly sighed at was that the luck of the Lamenters was too unlucky, right??

"... Is this Lamenter really this unlucky?"

"A mere small chapter, drawing the pursuit of my Stormlord's entire dynasty plus two affiliated dynasties' troops?"

Imotekh muttered to himself.

And humans seemed to really believe that the Lamenters would definitely be this unlucky, definitely would provoke Imotekh's troops... Can you not engage in so much feudal superstition? Isn't it good for everyone to fight logically and rationally?

Although they had not directly started fighting, he had already found quite a few feelings of fighting Orks on humans.

Inexplicable, completely illogical, a series of weird coincidences...

It's really annoying!

But Imotekh did not believe, did not believe that his order would be defeated by those illogical things——————

Hmm?

Just at this moment, a burst of roaring arc light appeared beside Imotekh.

The continuity of reality was torn apart in an instant, and a Webway Gate appeared suddenly on the side of Imotekh's fleet.

And in the Webway, the engines of one warship after another vented, turning into spears stabbing at the flank exposed by Imotekh.

And the leading ship was particularly massive and exquisite, with a slender body, the whole ship plated in gold, and a huge scarlet gem embedded in front of the wing-like bow, like a blood tear hanging in the void.

Imotekh's extraordinary logic quickly helped him confirm the identity of this ship.

Human Blood Angels flagship, *Gloriana*-class battleship *Red Tear*.

And the sensors of the *Inevitably Conquered* operated at high speed, letting Imotekh see... see a figure standing in the void on the bow of the *Red Tear*.

That was an Astartes wearing scarlet power armor; his armor was like a skinned strong man, and the ceramite surface was carved into the style of bright red muscles.

He had long hair, gold mixed with white, his face as pale as a dark cave creature that had not seen light for a long time, and violent psychic light surged in a pair of eyes.

Blood Angels Chief Librarian Mephiston.

Dante was stationed on Baal to handle government affairs, and Sanguinius had other positions in Saint Doraemon's arrangements. After a while, the nominal commander-in-chief of the entire Blood Angels troop became Mephiston.

Imotekh's expression did not move; he understood how dangerous the flank he exposed was, but he had already thought of countermeasures.

He would liberate the power of the enslaved gods.

Between the flank of Imotekh's troops and the Blood Angels fleet, a violent distortion occurred in the reality dimension.