Recapturing Scintilla

The Warmaster in charge of attacking the bridge controlled the pace, not prioritizing the capture of the bridge, fearing that the enemy would issue an order to detonate the ammunition depot and main reactor.

After learning that Ten-Timer and Scalp had successfully led their squad to capture the reactor and ammunition depot...

He immediately gave the order to attack the bridge.

Several Astartes squads swarmed forward, unleashing a torrent of fire on the enemy, slashing and hacking with their swords in a frenzied frenzy.

The Warmaster took the lead and charged ahead.

Boom!

The last line of defense was breached in the explosion.

Several rebel soldiers wearing riot gear were thrown into the air by the explosion.

Boom!

The blast-proof door leading to the bridge was blown up by Melta Bombs.

The last resistance fighters inside the bridge hid behind control consoles or makeshift fortifications.

As soon as the players rushed in, they immediately got up and started shooting at each other.

"Fire! Fire! Kill them!"

The captain frantically shouted for his personal guard to continue firing and fighting, and to persist in the resistance.

But against Warmaster and his men, their so-called resistance was nothing more than a death throes.

After another bloody massacre, all the soldiers who dared to raise their guns in resistance were slaughtered.

Inside the bridge, blood was everywhere, with pieces of flesh and mangled bodies scattered all over the ground. Sparks flew from the broken control consoles, a scene of utter carnage.

The captain of the Exemplar Fist was shot in the head by the Warmaster and died.

"Enough, we surrender."

An officer shouted in a trembling voice.

The others were the same; they were terrified by the players' frenzied killing.

"You who have broken your oaths..."

A blond man angrily condemned the officer who attempted to surrender.

Warmaster strode over and dragged the blond man out.

"I will never submit to the servants of the Corpse Emperor."

The man was trembling with fear, but he still shouted firmly.

"I don't need you to submit, I just need you to go to hell."

The Warmaster plunged his sword into the opponent's chest.

Crimson blood gushed out, staining the bridge floor and nearby machinery.

"Is there anyone else who wants to resist?"

The Warmaster drew his sword, threw the corpse aside, and asked a question.

No one dared to speak anymore; they all fell silent.

"Since no one wants to resist anymore, then this place will listen to me. Turn the cannons around and bombard those traitors!"

"If you can get enough kills, I can plead with the Guide to spare your lives."

The Warmaster's words gave the prisoners a glimmer of hope for survival.

They quickly moved the body away and returned to their posts to begin work.

The battleship Exemplar Fist turned its guns around.

Following the Warmaster's orders, they began attacking the previously 'friendly forces'.

This caught many rebel ships off guard, and they were destroyed one after another.

The loss of a battleship to the rebel fleet was a fatal blow to their morale.

With the destruction of another flagship battleship, the Imperial Glory, the morale of the rebel fleet completely collapsed.

After several warships were destroyed, the rebel ships ceased fighting and began to flee.

"You've already lost?"

Scarface watched in disbelief as the Imperial Fleet gained the upper hand and began hunting down their warships and armed merchant ships.

"Boss, we have to run too."

His subordinate shouted.

"Yes, yes, we have to run." Scarface nodded subconsciously.

There is no hope in this battle.

The firepower of this Imperial Navy fleet is too overwhelming.

The lead warship, in particular, not only possessed fierce firepower but also high maneuverability.

Like tigers slaughtering sheep, they wantonly ravaged their warships.

That's terrifying! That's terrifying!!

We can't stay here any longer; we have to run away.

Anyway, we've already plundered so much, we've made enough money on this trip.

"Tell the brothers to retreat, we're not going to serve you anymore!" Scarface shouted.

The next second, the Auspex's display screen flashed signal lights, and threat warnings filled all the screens and holographic panels.

"The Exemplar Fist is coming from behind us!" A pirate exclaimed, his face turning pale with fright. "Is it coming for us?"

"Tell them we surrender, we surrender," Scarface shouted.

On the bridge of the Exemplar Fist, the Warmaster stood at the highest point, mimicking the Guide, overlooking the entire bridge.

"That feels so good!!"

Warmaster suppressed his excitement and maintained a calm demeanor.

"Sir, the pirate ship ahead of us is calling us. They say they want to surrender."

A communications officer reported to the Warmaster.

"Surrender?" Warmaster's lips curled up, revealing a cruel smile.

"We don't need too many prisoners."

"Moreover, a pirate is trying to play both sides and be won over by us."

"Pass down the order: charge up the Lance and let them feel the Wrath of the Emperor."

"Understood." The communications officer nodded and withdrew.

Inside the pirate ship,

"We've been locked on, boss." The pirate sitting in front of the Auspex was deathly pale.

"We called them, but they didn't respond." Scarface panicked completely.

"We've called, but there's no response," the communications officer shouted.

"Keep calling, keep calling, tell them we'll do anything they want if they're willing to accept our surrender."

The next second, the Lance was fired, instantly piercing through the ship where Scarface was located.

The pirate ship exploded, turning into a bright flame in the Void.

The Emperor's Cattle Warband's kill count increased by 1.

On the Warfare Score leaderboard, the Emperor's Cattle Warband's score has risen again.

It is currently twice the size of the Eagle Soaring Nine Sky Battle Group, formed by players such as Blood Pigeon and Milk Dragon, giving it a precipitous lead.

Within the regional channel.

Blood Pigeon: "Damn, no way! We fought so hard for so long, and you guys just surged ahead all of a sudden, and you're taking a huge lead! My MVP!!"

Little Fatty: "(╬◣д◢), we're at a huge disadvantage. These damned traitors don't even have a fortress. How are we going to rack up Warfare Score?"

Warmaster: "An MVP is nothing special. If you want it, just work hard to take it."

Milk Dragon: "Master Versailles!!"

Little Fatty: "I'm going back to buy a warship. I can't stand it anymore. Even if I have to take out a loan and sell everything I own, I'm going to Emperor-class Battleship."

Warmaster: "I just happened to have stolen one. How about I sell it to you guys at a low price instead of exchanging it for Contribution Points and scores?"

Blood Pigeon: "Really?"

Warmaster: "Since you asked that, it's definitely fake. A battleship isn't that easy to steal. I'm counting on it to keep racking up Warfare Score!!"

Blood Pigeon: "Mmp..."

The bridge of the Imperial Glory ship

"The Void Battle is over?"

Inquisitor Caidin stared in disbelief at the fleeing rebel warships.

They were clearly fighting desperately before.

The whole process seemed so easy, like cutting melons and vegetables, that they defeated the rebels.

If Qin Yun knew what Caidin was thinking, he would probably curse the Imperium high command in the Calixis Sector as pigs again.

There was an internal traitor, unclear command, and someone lining their own pockets by reselling naval supplies.

In this situation, it would be a miracle if we could win.

Throughout the entire battle, the fleet obeyed only his will.

They could easily crush the ragtag rebel army.

"Praise be to the God-Emperor," Cardinal Ignato prayed. "All this is thanks to the Living Saint."

"Living Saint, perhaps we can send out those armed barges to surround and kill the fleeing rebels," Caidin suggested as he approached Qin Yun.

Before Qin Yun could speak, Cardinal Ignato spoke up first.

"The Living Saint is now in charge of commanding the battle; we should not interfere."

"This is a fighter jet, you understand? If we can get the armed cargo ships to attack in time, we can severely damage more enemies." Caidin said excitedly, looking at Qin Yun with anticipation.

"Those are cargo barges, responsible for transporting war supplies and soldiers. Once they are destroyed, Scintilla Hive World, and how can we rebuild it?"

Qin Yun shook his head, rejecting Caidin's suggestion.

They also demanded that the other side refrain from interfering in the Void Wars, and not from interfering with any of their generals.

After a resounding victory in the Void War, the Imperial Fleet easily recaptured numerous space stations and defense platforms in orbit around Scintilla.

Next came the ground operations.

Qin Yun ordered the fleet to conduct orbital bombardment to weaken the ground rebel forces.

Dense artillery fire, like a torrential downpour, repeatedly swept over the designated airdrop point.

The fleet's sensors were also constantly scanning, capturing the ground rebel firepower units and assembly points.

Immediately afterwards, the flight squadrons launched a series of sorties, bombing ground targets again and completely seizing control of the airspace.

When Sonas Colin received news of the Loyalists' counterattack, he thought those guys were courting disaster.

Although the fleet stationed in Sintila is not a main force, it is a fleet of nearly three hundred ships, composed of capital ships and armed vessels.

It includes not only pirates they've recruited, but also naval forces that have aligned themselves with the Colin Family.

As it turned out, the Void War ended in a crushing defeat for them.

The fleet was defeated and scattered.

The tracks were also completely blocked, completely cutting off their escape route and leaving them stranded on the ground.

"We have to hold on and wait for rescue."

Sonas reassured the rebel leaders.

"Everything will be fine as long as the Colin Family launches an attack."

The bridge of the Imperial Glory.

Qin Yun reached out and swiped the projected map, which displayed the entire situation in Cintira.

The once glorious Hive City is now in ruins.

After several rounds of orbital bombardment, the ground rebels' firepower had been greatly weakened, rendering them unable to seize air superiority.

"Xi Ling, send the landing operation mission to all participating God Chosen. Also, have Aing lead the troops into battle."

That energetic voice reached my ears.

"Yes, Master!"

A crisp notification sounded, and the landing operation mission appeared on all players' Data Slate.

Little Fatty and the others were so excited they almost cried.

"It's finally our turn. It's been so tough."

"I'm so angry and frustrated! When will this persecution of mech players stop?!"

"Let's go! Let's go!"

P. S.: Sorry, it's getting late.