Perturabo stood on the command deck of the flagship "Iron Will", staring coldly through the thick observation window at the chaotic battlefield in the orbit of Eden.

The black warships of the Chaos fleet spread like a plague, their hulls covered with blasphemous runes and twisted decorations, emitting sickening warp energy.

The corners of Perturabo's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile.

He knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of Eden, and he would never allow the filth of Chaos to contaminate this land.

"All fleets, prepare for the raid."

His voice was deep and powerful, carried to every warship through the communication network.

"Macro cannon array ready, light spears aim at the target, rams ready to charge, all energy directed to engines and shields."

Following his orders, the warships of the Iron Warriors fleet began to adjust their formations, and the heavy armor plates flickered coldly under the starlight.

The muzzle of the macro cannon slowly turned and aimed at the core of the Chaos fleet.

Each macro cannon is like a small mountain, and the energy accumulated in the barrel makes the surrounding air tremble.

"Fire."

Perturabo's voice sounded like thunder.

Instantly, the roar of the macro cannon resounded through the void. The huge shells tore through space at a speed close to the speed of light and headed straight for the Chaos Fleet.

The moment the shell hit the target, a dazzling light burst out, the armor of the Chaos battleship was torn apart like paper, the hull was shattered in the explosion, and fragments flew everywhere.

The bombardment of the macro cannon was like a storm of destruction, tearing a huge gap in the formation of the Chaos fleet.

However, the Chaos fleet was not defeated.

Their warships began to release strange subspace energy, purple lightning jumped on the surface of the hull, and twisted space cracks opened in the void.

The commander of the Chaos Fleet was standing on the command deck of the flagship "Wrath of the Abyss" at this time, waving his hands and giving orders with a grim smile.

"Release the Warp Storm!"

His voice was like a whisper from the abyss, full of blasphemous power.

Dark purple energy balls began to condense from the muzzles of the Chaos battleships. These energy balls expanded rapidly and then turned into warp lightning, heading straight for the Imperial fleet.

The moment the lightning struck the Imperial battleship, the armor of the ship quickly collapsed as if it was corroded, and the internal mechanical structure emitted a shrill scream under the erosion of the warp energy.

An Imperial cruiser was struck by warp lightning, its hull was instantly torn apart, and the crew inside were transformed into twisted monsters under the erosion of warp energy, emitting shrill screams.

Perturabo's eyes were grim, and he quickly gave the order: "All fleets, avoid the warp attack! Light spear array, aim at the Chaos flagship, concentrate firepower!"

The warships of the Iron Warriors fleet quickly adjusted their formation and avoided the Warp attack of the Chaos fleet.

The light spear array showed its power again, and countless beams of blazing light shot out from the Imperial battleship, heading straight for the "Wrath of the Abyss".

The light from the spears of light intertwined into a web of death in the void. Each beam of light hit the target accurately, and the armor of the Chaos flagship quickly collapsed under the bombardment of the spears of light.

"Get ready to ram, charge!"

Perturabo's voice rang out again.

The warships of the Iron Warriors fleet rushed towards the Chaos fleet like angry bulls.

The rams are the most deadly weapons of these warships. They are like the fangs of a giant beast, piercing into the hull of the Chaos warship fiercely.

At the moment of collision, the huge impact force caused the warships of both sides to vibrate violently. The armor of the Chaos warship collapsed under the impact of the ramming horn, and a huge crack was torn in the hull.

The Iron Warriors' ships pressed on relentlessly, utterly destroying the Chaos ships.

While Perturabo was commanding his fleet to kill everyone, in a corner of the battlefield, an Imperial battleship named "Indomitable Spirit" was struggling to hold on.

The battleship was already badly damaged, with bullet holes and cracks all over its hull, and the flames from its engine dragged a long trail in the air.

Captain Carl West stood on the command platform with a firm and resolute look in his eyes. He knew that his battleship could no longer fight.

"Captain, Chaos Space Marines are landing on our ship!" a crew member shouted anxiously.

Carl nodded, his eyes scanning every screen on the command desk.

His ship had lost most of its weapons, and its engines were about to fail. Chaos landing pods had penetrated the hull, and the enemy's footsteps were approaching.

"Master Mechanical Priest, prepare to overload the engine."

Carl's voice was calm and firm, as if he was announcing something that was perfectly normal.

The Mechanical Priest nodded and began to operate the console.

The engine's energy readings climbed rapidly, and the battleship's vibrations became more and more violent.

Carl walked to the command desk and gently stroked the control panel, as if he was saying goodbye to a close friend of many years.

"Indomitable Spirit, you have accompanied me through countless battlefields. Today, we will welcome the final glory together." Carl said softly.

The engine's energy had reached critical point, and the battleship's hull began to groan under the heavy load. The footsteps of the Chaos Space Marines were getting closer and closer, and they had already rushed into the command deck.

"For the Emperor!" Carl shouted and pressed the last button.

The engine of the Indomitable Spirit instantly overloaded, and the huge energy burst engulfed the entire battleship.

A dazzling light bloomed in the void, like the birth of a new star.

The Chaos landing force was reduced to ashes in the explosion, and the surrounding Chaos warships were also shaken to pieces by the shock wave.

Perturabo's eyes were drawn to the dazzling light, and he nodded slightly, as if saluting the mortal captain.

"For the Emperor," he whispered, before turning his attention back to the battlefield.

"Entire fleet, continue the attack!" His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the fleet.

However, at this moment, the Chaos fleet's subspace cracks suddenly expanded violently, and purple energy surged out like a tide.

A low roar came from the crack, as if countless demons were waiting to break out of the constraints of the warp.

"They're summoning demons!" exclaimed Perturabo's lieutenant.

Perturabo's eyes narrowed, he knew that the real threat had just begun.

In the Warp crack, 88 bloodthirsty demons responded to the call of the Chaos Space Marines and rushed out from the crack.

Their bodies are tall and twisted, their skin is as hot as lava, they hold huge battle axes in their hands, and their eyes burn with endless desire to kill.

And in front of these bloodthirsty demons, an even larger figure walked out from the crack.

That was the Primarch of Chaos, Angron, his body enveloped in the energy of the Warp, the giant sword in his hand emitting a suffocating pressure.

His eyes were as dark as the abyss, filled with endless rage and desire for destruction.

"I will face him, Perturabo." At this time, Angron spoke to Perturabo through the communication.

"I'll cover you, my brother."