Psionics Descend!

The first through fifth armored squads will flank to the left and maintain fire coverage.

"Sixth to tenth melee units, attack from the right flank, targeting the center of the enemy formation."

"All ranged units, switch to armor-piercing rounds and concentrate your attacks on the same target—carry out a saturation attack!"

Tens of thousands of mechanical units moved with unprecedented precision and synchronization, like a tide of metal suddenly infused with a soul.

Flying tanks no longer fire blindly, but instead form a crossfire network;

The mech warriors no longer charged forward alone, but instead covered each other in small groups. Their shock blades glowed with dangerous arcs, and each slash was aimed directly at the Space Marines ' power joints or observation lenses.

"Let's see how you hide this time!"

The consciousness of the Intelligent Machines God roared silently within the data stream.

On the battlefield, the situation suddenly changed.

For the first time, the previously scattered yet efficient Space Marines paused. A dense barrage of armor-piercing bullets swept in like a metal storm, making it difficult for them to completely evade even at their speed.

Several soldiers were hit repeatedly in the chest armor and shoulder armor, the Ceramite shattered, the energy conduits were exposed, and a series of blinding sparks erupted.

Three or four soldiers were hit directly by the heavy impact of the electromagnetic cannon from behind, and their bodies were thrown backward into the rock strata, with smoke and dust filling the air.

[Hit! Effective damage!]

The Intelligent Machines God's sensors transmitted feedback.

But in the next moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Before the smoke of battle had cleared, figures were already rising again from the massive impact craters.

Beneath the shattered Power Armour lay not the bloody carnage one might expect, but rapidly self-repairing biometal and violently writhing... living tissue.

The Larraman's Organ is reconstructing its Ceramite composite layer at a visible speed; the Haemastamen is accelerating the pumping of regenerative blood rich in stem cells and nanorobots, wounds are healing rapidly, and even broken bones are rejoining within seconds.

Most horrifyingly, a soldier whose head had been chopped off, who should have died instantly, continued to move forward steadily!

His exposed brain was covered by a shimmering biomembrane structure, where tissues regenerated rapidly, nerves reconnected, and even his destroyed eyeball was quickly rebuilding.

"Impossible... This doesn't conform to biological laws..." The Intelligent Machines God felt its core program malfunction again. It mobilized all the databases for comparison and could only match a few races known for their regenerative abilities, but no race could be this fast, especially high-energy creatures protected by heavy armor.

At this moment, the Space Marines ' Counterattack began.

They didn't seem flustered by the previous suppression; instead, they seemed enraged. Several warriors suddenly sprang up, their thrusters fully activated, and slammed into the nearest row of Intelligent Machines Flying Tanks like cannonballs. One of them flipped in mid-air, his Power Fist accumulating a terrifying energy field, and unleashed a powerful punch!

"Thump--!"

With a dull thud, the tank's top armor collapsed and tore inward like fragile tin foil, followed by a series of explosions inside, and the entire vehicle twisted and disintegrated in flames.

On the other side, more warriors charged forward at high speed in dazzling zigzag trajectories, the roar of Chainswords echoing across the battlefield.

Just as a highly intelligent mech raised its shockwave blade, a Space Marine closed in, slashing down from its left shoulder with Chainsword. The Adamantium chain teeth spun wildly, tearing apart the alloy shell and splitting the core power reactor in two!

"The defense line has been breached?!" Before the Intelligent Machines God's shock had subsided, an unprecedented sense of invasion suddenly struck.

That wasn't a data attack, nor a virus intrusion, but a more ancient, more invisible, yet more irresistible force... like an unseen giant hand, gently yet cruelly grasping his "existence."

His consciousness was forcibly detached from tens of thousands of combat units and pulled back, as if he were being dragged into an endless deep sea.

All sensor signals became blurry and distant, and the data stream distorted into meaningless noise. At the edge of that gradually darkening perception, a calm yet irresistible voice resounded directly within his core processing layer!

[Divine Firmament notification: The Solar System Legion's Psionic control program is ready!]

[The Psionic of the Solar System Legion possess the special ability of "Intelligent Machines Affinity." The Psionic have located you, and your Intelligent Machines programming has been completely cracked!]