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After receiving confirmation from the other Titan chief pilots, Amphiros took a deep breath and his expression became calm.
"In the name of the God of Machines and the Emperor, warriors of the Heart of the Forge, unleash your fury!"
It sounds calm, but what it produces is an absolute light of destruction.
The volcano cannons on its arms and the laser blast cannons on its shoulders began to roar, releasing megawatts of energy. More than a dozen dazzling white beams of light shot out from just one Titan, crashing heavily into the void shield of the hive city.
Blue lightning and light flashed on the Void Shield. The Chaos Warriors on the city wall looked up and watched all this. Some of the cultists were even stunned, their mouths slightly open, clearly completely dumbfounded.
One of the Word Bearers immediately took off running. He knew what was about to happen, so he left the city wall at lightning speed and went to the bunker below.
On the rear lines, various heavy howitzers and long-range artillery opened fire, while the armored units in the forward positions began using their main battle weapons to bombard the Void Shield in conjunction with the Titans.
The lightning flashing in the air grew weaker and weaker, and the thin energy field was now almost invisible.
A dozen seconds later, a sound like shattering glass rang out, and a cultist on the city wall suddenly broke down, howling and screaming.
"Do not!!!"
Before his words could travel far, a destructive laser swept across, turning him and his companions into ashes.
"charge!"
The commissar's whistle rang out, and the imperial army crawled out of the trenches. They looked at the gates of the capital city in front of them and charged forward fearlessly.
Inside the hive, several enormous shadows appeared one after another, confronting the Heart of the Forge Legion outside the hive.
This siege, destined to claim countless lives, officially began at this moment.
I'm taking a day off. Sorry everyone.
I am guilty, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you tomorrow.
Chapter 181 White-hot
The moment the Imperial army breached the Void Shield, Honso, thousands of kilometers away, received the news.
It's about what I estimated.
The steel warrior, the war blacksmith, thought.
Long before the Empire's army began its attack, Honso had anticipated the measures and tactics the enemy would take, and even calculated a rough timeframe for the attack.
This is not information obtained through psychic abilities to foresee the future, but rather the judgment of an excellent commander on another excellent commander.
Unless the other side is an idiot, they will definitely launch an attack based on their own estimations.
only.........
Hong Suo frowned as he looked at the opponent's tactics, the trenches they had built, and the formation of their troops during the attack.
Looks familiar, too familiar.
Hong Suo had read the information on the opposing commander. According to the information, the opposing commander was an absolute master in void warfare. His control over the fleet was so good that it could be described as being able to control his own arm. Even when the fleet was at a disadvantage on paper, he could defeat an alien fleet that was twice his size. When he had the advantage, his combat power was even more overwhelming.
After reviewing the information, Hongsuo subconsciously underestimated the enemy's land combat capabilities. After all, whether human or Astartes, energy and talent are inevitably limited.
You can have formidable talent and abilities in void combat, and your abilities in ground combat are equally impressive.
What a joke! Do you really think you're the original genetic material?
Hong Suo thought this way at the time, and his idea wasn't wrong. After all, as a human being, one's energy and talent are truly limited.
But the problem is that this time his enemy is somewhat inhuman.
The trenches and makeshift bunkers were perfectly structurally and geographically sound, and Hong Suo even felt a strong sense of familiarity with their style. As for the source of this familiarity…
Because the style of these trenches and fortifications is that of steel warriors. And they are very old, reminding Hunsso of the veterans who survived from the Great Crusade.
At first, Hong Suo thought that the building was built with the help of the Executioner chapter on the other side. After all, the Executioner was a sub-chapter of the Imperial Fist, and the Imperial Fist was similar to the Iron Warrior in terms of offense and defense.
This is no coincidence. The two Astartes had a feud back ten thousand years ago when the Primarchs still existed. After a long period of fermentation, the enmity has disappeared, and what remains is only an irreconcilable hatred.
However, Hongsuo later discovered that the executioners who built these trenches were at most involved in them, and had not designed them at all.
The designer was someone else entirely, and Hongsuo didn't believe it was Lynch. In other words, there was someone in the Empire's forces who was extremely familiar with the Iron Warriors' fighting principles and possessed superb skills, providing assistance to the Empire.
Who is that?
Hong Suo thought to himself that he was not a veteran who had experienced the Great Expedition and the Great Rebellion. He became a steel warrior after the Great Rebellion, so he only had a superficial understanding of the previous history.
However, he knew that not all Iron Warriors betrayed the Empire during the rebellion; a small group was still fighting for the false emperor.
But these people were all destroyed. They betrayed the Legion and were scorned by it, and the Empire that fought for them did not fully trust them either.
Among these traitors, the most famous and most capable was undoubtedly Danteok.
At this moment, Hong Suo had a feeling that he was facing a traitor, a senior, and a master whose war skills far surpassed his own.
How could that be?
He patted his head and let out a long breath. His face turned gloomy, and a piercing cold light flashed in his eyes.
No matter who the opponent is, as long as you are still alive, they should never try to break through your defenses.
"Let our people prepare. Galon is a thorn in our side. We don't expect it to stay there forever, but we must use it to leave a festering wound on the traitors of the false emperor."
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Galon, when the patrol shield is overloaded in Terra.
The earth trembled as the steel giant unleashed the wrath of the god of machines upon its target. Infantry surged toward the breach in the city wall, both sides fighting with all their might to kill their enemy. The light of light lances mingled with the roar of chainswords, the rumble of engines and the fury of cannons erupted together, staining the earth crimson with blood.
Amphiros silently controlled his Titan, the silver blade's volcanic cannon already glowing crimson from overheating. Enemy attacks flew in from within the hive, striking the Titan's void shield and sending up massive ripples of lightning.
"How is the situation?" Amphilos asked.
The operator, rooted to the control panel, tapped on the manual control panel with his fingers. Bundles of iron bars and cables protruded from the back of his shaved head, connecting to the data interface above.
"Power unit in good working order, weapon in good working order," the operator said in accented High Gothic. "The volcano cannon needs five more minutes to adjust before it can fire again."
Amphiros gripped the armrests of the throne tightly. Piloting a Titan was not only an honor, but for the chief pilot, it was also a double torment of physical and mental suffering. Many chief pilots had gone insane or even committed suicide due to the unbearable pressure while piloting their own Titans.
With his knuckles turning slightly white, Amphilos withstood the pressure and fired all his secondary weapons, providing fire support for the advancing Astragalus and Astartes.
"We haven't found any signals from the enemy Titans yet; their existence seems to be being disrupted by something."
The observers remained at their posts, watching the semi-circular array of workstations scan the complex signals input into the Titan Observatory.
"It's enemy sorcery. Don't worry, keep attacking. Recharge the volcanic cannons as soon as they cool down and completely blast down the enemy's walls. I don't believe their Titans won't appear by then."
"Amphiros said coldly," he said, and the Titan crew responded silently. Five minutes passed quickly, and the muzzle of the Titan Volcano Cannon cooled down, turning back to its original silver color from red. But this scene did not last long. Soon, a white light shone from the depths of the barrel, and powerful energy gathered within, aiming at the already crumbling city wall.
The rebels firing from the top of the wall noticed this phenomenon. Their eyes were wide open, and even though the bright light from the cannons made their eyes water, they didn't close them or turn their heads—they were terrified. But it would be strange if they weren't terrified when they were being targeted by such a huge destroyer.
"Run away!"
Some people began to scream in terror, dropping their weapons and running towards the foot of the city wall.
But this did not save them; it even hastened their deaths.
The supervisory team began their work, ruthlessly killing the soldiers who deserted, and forcing others with similar thoughts to pick up their weapons and continue fighting.
The Astartes of the Word Bearers emerged from the end of the main street behind the city walls, clad in Terminator power armor, advancing slowly like an iron wall.
"The volcano cannon is ready to fire."
The crew members silently reported the information to Anfilos. The chief pilot did not hesitate at all, communicated with the machine spirit, and then made a blazing white beam of light erupt.
The heavens and earth paled in comparison. Those even slightly closer to the pillar of light, whether imperial warriors or traitors of Chaos, felt the intense heat capable of incinerating everything, and their eyes were filled with what seemed like an endless expanse of white light.
The walls of Chaodun, which had stood for countless years, began to shake. Its internal structure began to groan, like a wild beast that knew its death was imminent, helplessly watching death approach it bit by bit.
The earth trembled, and everything except the gleaming pillar of light became dim and lifeless.
When the beam of light dissipated, a thunderous roar followed.
Boom!
A large hole appeared in the city wall, with crimson lava falling to the ground around it under the force of gravity. But these were not the most important things. The most important thing was the damage the Titan's attack had caused to the entire structure of the city wall, making it less sturdy and causing it to begin to collapse little by little.
As the rocks fell, the Imperial Star Forces retreated in an orderly fashion under the command of their commissar and officers, avoiding large-scale casualties. The rebels, who had nowhere to avoid the fall, were hit one after another, lying on the ground, either groaning in pain or completely motionless.
"Make way! Titans go first!"
The war horns sounded, and the Titan legion began its assault on the city walls. The colossal bodies of the Warlord-class Titans shattered the entire wall, each stomp of their massive feet causing tremors. Those rebels who survived were terrified at the sight of the steel giants before them, losing control of their bladders. But they were quickly trampled and turned into unrecognizable puddles of mud.
Silverblade and his companions quickly spotted the Word Bearers approaching them, and their weapons came into play, raining down attacks on them.
But having already known about the Titans' attack, would the Word Bearers really be foolish enough to come out and face it head-on?
The answer is no.
The attack struck the front of the Word Bearers' ranks, creating ripples of lightning. The powerful Void Shield protected these traitorous Astartes, heralding the arrival of a powerful being.
Amphiros's expression darkened. The oracle still showed no trace of the enemy Titans, but he knew for certain that they had arrived.
Behind the Word Bearer, a colossal figure slowly emerged from behind the high-rise buildings. It had a similar size to the Silver Blade, but its steel armor was covered with various blasphemous runes. Strange fleshy buds grew at its joints, and its weapons, though seemingly rusty, exuded a strong sense of danger.
This is a Titan existing under the power of chaos, or rather, a demonic engine.
The crew, who had become one with the Titan, controlled it. Their souls, filled with wails, transformed into resentment towards the world. Before Amphiros could react, it saw the blasphemous creation begin to charge, its weapons firing simultaneously and slamming heavily into the Void Shield.
"The Void Shield's energy is rapidly decreasing! Current energy level is 73%!"
Warnings came from the rest of the crew, but Amphiros couldn't care less. He took a deep breath, then wielded his silver blade and charged fiercely at his enemy.
The colossal objects collided, like two mountains that had sprouted arms and legs engaging in battle. At the same time, more demonic engines began to appear, and the demons that replaced the machine souls let out piercing, sinister laughs as they found their enemies and engaged them in combat.
From this moment on, the war entered a fierce and intense phase.
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On the other side of the battlefield, Asford took a deep breath, looked at the soldiers behind him, and nodded.
Behind him was a rapid mobility force of five hundred Astartes, comprised not only of Starclaws but also elite fighters from other chapters.
At this moment, each of them had a brand-new jet motorcycle that had been fully tested and adjusted. This type of individual vehicle was specially designed for Astartes and was very popular among the White Scars and their subordinate units. It was also the best choice for infiltrating behind enemy lines and carrying out deep strikes.
How is the situation at the front?
Asford spoke, but Leo beside him remained silent, simply replying calmly over the channel.
"It's very tense. From now on, any intervention by any force will cause the entire battlefield to become unbalanced."