Such a massive fleet belonging to Sith naturally attracted countless gazes.
So, before Sith's final jump, a dense swarm of pirate ships finally appeared before it.
Although it had been expected, the news of the entire Red Corsairs merging into Sith still swept through like a whirlwind.
At the scene of this news, amidst Van Roth's speechless snark about how good Huron was at bootlicking.
The Red Corsairs not only completed their assembly with the high efficiency typical of pirates, but also split into two sides, using their warships to create a grand military parade scene for Sith.
Furthermore, while every ship still bore the red color of the Red Corsairs, their hull numbers had all been changed to 'Sith'.
From the way the characters 'Sith' shimmered under the light of a distant star, it was evident that these hull numbers had only been painted on recently.
At this moment, countless warships bearing the name 'Sith' lined both sides of the void.
All their bows faced the passage, tilting downward by fifteen percent to show respect.
Then, outside the passage of the Red Corsairs' army, the boundless Ancient Legions moved to the sides in succession, and then the incomparably massive body of orac slowly squeezed out of the sea of ships.
Macro Cannons roared.
Fragile shells containing no lethal payloads roared out from the Macro Cannons, then burst above the warships, surprisingly simulating the effect of fireworks in space.
At this moment, with the Red Corsairs all flying the name 'Sith' and 'fireworks' blooming overhead, these scenes were fanatically recorded by the accompanying Ecclesiarchy Priests and Word Bearers believers, serving as yet another monumental feat of the one they followed!
Although traitors in the galaxy were still as numerous as ox hair, and pirates leaving The Great Maelstrom were also seen everywhere.
But at this moment, with Van Roth and the others frowning, looking at Huron, whose bootlicking methods were so exaggerated, now wearing a threatening expression.
At least the largest rebel army and the largest pirate faction in the galaxy had now coalesced into a single entity!
And as this entity grew with the Red Corsairs completely merging into the sea of ships, Huron, in for a penny in for a pound, had almost packed up and taken away all the supplies in The Great Maelstrom.
When all the participants looked at the increasingly massive fleet, they felt as if they had finally seen the grandeur of the Great Crusade era.
In such a massive army, there were thousands of warships, hundreds of thousands of Astartes, and heavy vehicles, Knight mechs, and Titan Legions, which could shed their 'precious' status and become a massive armored force that could be used as conventional troops.
As for the Imperial Guardsman, just the Astra Militarum, cultist armies, and pirate auxiliary Legions alone numbered in the hundreds of millions!
Not to mention the ten billion reserves from Alert Star, who had been training for up to 'a hundred years'.
It could be said that Sith, having integrated the three human forces of the Empire, Chaos, and pirates, had finally recreated the Great Crusade fleet of the 30k era in 40k!
Only now was Sith finally qualified to face the two Tyranid tendrils attacking simultaneously!
With the three forces completely converged, the sea of ships surrounding the planetary orbit, which seemed to have formed a direct ring, was fully formed, and Sith, now without any reservations, finally set sail officially towards Terra!
As such a massive fleet took shape, even the most obtuse or indifferent forces soon obtained, through various channels, the specific information about this newly born Great Crusade fleet named 'Sith'!
On the edge of the dark galaxy, even far from the light of the Astronomican on Terra.
In the boundless void, only one planet sat lonely in the darkness; the Dark Angels, who had been hunting them all the way, had finally been shaken off by Vashtorr.
But at this moment, not to mention Abaddon, even Vashtorr, who didn't care much for conventional forces, stayed in the command room at the core of Longlin Star, silently watching the footage just received.
It was the fully formed fleet after merging with the Red Corsairs, looking like an exaggerated 'meteor' ring that had split directly from a gas giant; a fleet that seemed endless was truly flowing towards Terra in the form of a sea of ships.
Moreover, as the scale increased, it seemed to trigger a siphon effect; regardless of whether they were Imperial Fleet or Chaos Warbands nearby, even if they were not responding to Sith and were unwilling to go to Terra to fight to the death against two whole Tyranid tendrils, they still directly joined the Sith fleet.
Abaddon certainly knew this was because joining the strong increased the chances of survival, but looking at the enthusiastic atmosphere.
Abaddon still couldn't help but complain with a sense of gloom that couldn't even raise the slightest emotion:
"What is this?"
"Welcoming the Imperial army?"
"But the problem is..."
Abaddon slightly raised his head as he said this, and there was finally an uncontrollable tremor in his eyes:
"Where in the world is there an Imperial army that is simultaneously welcomed by Chaos, the Empire, and even pirates?!"
Abaddon spoke in a daze, and Vashtorr also used his own vile creations, frantically calculating the specific combat power of this Great Crusade fleet.
But looking at the rapidly refreshing numbers, even though the result of the calculation had not yet come out, Vashtorr's eyes couldn't help but become even brighter.
At the same time, his eyes looked at the 'Imperator Somnium' in the center of the fleet, and then at Longlin Star, which was about to become a satellite under continuous bombardment.
Vashtorr actually felt some regret that he had chosen Longlin Star that day instead of orac.
Until the footage finished playing, Vashtorr looked at Abaddon, whose title of 'Warmaster' was in jeopardy, and turned to direct Longlin Star towards the nearest fringe system.
Even though there was an irreconcilable conflict with Sith, he wished Sith would be killed by the Tyranids, or the Chaos Gods, or just any force.
But Vashtorr's rationality told him that, at least for now, apart from restoring the volume of Longlin Star and accumulating power.
It was best not to appear in front of Sith.
No!
It was best that not even his name should appear in front of Sith!
Abaddon and Vashtorr silently chose to lie low and develop.
The forces on the other side, the Empire, which had received the most information about Sith, carried complex emotions and constantly passed prophecies to each other.
However, the various sectors were completely confused by the various messages, one moment saying Sith was going to attack Terra, the next that Sith was going to save Terra, and another moment that Sith was going to take the rebels to save Terra.
However, although the news was not clear, seeing that even the Imperial worlds located on Sith's path of advance could still transmit astropathic messages after Sith had left, and that apart from various exclamations, there was not even half a cry for help.
The Imperial side could be certain of one thing, which was that Sith did not, at least for the moment, show any hostility towards the Empire.
And soon, as the news was transmitted again to Guilliman's bridge.
Facing the huge breach on the glory of macragge and the billowing smoke, Guilliman felt heartbroken for his flagship, while looking at the vast fleet of Sith sent by the sector government.
Even though he was about to be beaten to the ground by the Silent King, a huge sense of relief and relaxation appeared in Guilliman's eyes.
Although he was about to be beaten to a pulp, at least there was finally hope for Terra.
Just as he was about to turn around and grit his teeth to face the Silent King again, the subsequent news made Guilliman stop slightly.
Then, looking at the march report about Sith, Guilliman could only smile helplessly after reading it, then looked at the Silent King's Necron army opposite, feeling a sense of satisfaction as if someone else had helped him vent his anger severely.
"It's already like this, it doesn't matter if it's faster or slower."
"But the ashes of the Necrons and the Aeldari must be scattered!"
After finishing speaking, Guilliman turned around and continued to command the battle with the satisfaction of the anger that Sith had helped him vent.
And in the transmitted news, it was that on the way to Terra, even if it meant taking a slight detour, Sith would drag out all the Necrons and Aeldari along the way...
Blow them to ashes!!!
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