Titus: What the Hell Is Tearing Apart a Titan with Bare Hands?

"Fighting together is just a pretense; your real intention is to challenge me, isn't it?"

"However, I'm giving you this opportunity, and this time it's an exception; I won't charge you Contribution Points."

"If we win, I'll give you some Contribution Points."

Titus looked at the Warmaster and saw through his little scheme.

But he did not refuse. The challenge reminded him of his time serving in the Ultramarines Chapter —more than a century ago.

Looking back on that time, he also enjoyed challenging veterans and honing his skills.

Warmaster grinned; this was exactly what he had in mind.

A short while later, a task appeared in the Warmaster's task list.

[Quest: Challenge (Accepted by the God Chosen, "Second Empire Warmaster")]

Titus is about to board your ship and has issued a challenge to you. If you can defeat him, you'll receive a generous reward. Go find him and accept the quest!

Reward: 50,000 Contribution Points and 400 Honor Points.

Warmaster stared wide-eyed at Titus.

Unexpectedly, the other party directly issued him a challenge task.

Is this because the affection level has been maxed out?

"Don't make that face. You have to beat me to get the reward."

Titus smiled and extended his fist.

Warmaster paused for a moment, then reached out his fist to touch it.

Then, the two of them laughed together.

It reveals the sincerity and tacit understanding between men.

The Warmaster accepted the challenge.

Honestly, Titus's performance doesn't resemble that of an NPC created by data algorithms at all; rather, it's like that of a living, breathing person.

They have their own joys and sorrows.

Sometimes, Warmaster would think, how wonderful it would be if the other party were really a real person.

They can definitely become great brothers.

The artillery platform, suspended in Void, had descended into a state of frenzy.

A torrent of artillery fire rained down upon the Void like a violent storm.

Countless shells, missiles, energy Lance, laser pulses, and other projectiles flashed and hurtled into the Void.

The flames from the explosion illuminated the dark world.

The Imperial Glory advanced despite the intense artillery fire.

Surrounded by a violet-colored Void Shield,

Enemy artillery fire rained down on the shield, creating ripples.

Like a noble king, it led numerous warships forward.

Behind it are large battleships or battlecruisers equipped with Nova Cannon.

They fired in perfect unison, each launching Nova Cannon with a diameter greater than fifty meters.

Its length is even more exaggerated than some small fighter jets.

These shells are accelerated to the speed of light in an instant, and each one is powerful enough to easily destroy the shields of small and medium-sized warships and completely destroy them.

The Nova Cannon consists of an array of gravity accelerators that can accelerate projectiles to near the speed of light, making them relativistic projectiles.

The shells hit some artillery platforms and Void sites, completely tearing their shields and armor apart.

Subsequently, gravity weapons and out-of-control torpedoes struck the defense line again, causing a series of explosions.

"Focus fire on area Y-145 and break through the enemy's shield."

Xia calmly gazed at the battlefield projection.

Occasionally, the markings of friendly warships would momentarily disappear from the projection.

This means the warship has been destroyed by the enemy.

This means that tens of thousands of Imperium Loyalist will be thrown into the Void or engulfed by the explosion of the warship.

A small number of people will be saved, but most will return to the Emperor.

In such a war, the lives lost become a cold, hard number.

War is a balance scale, with both sides constantly placing bets, and sacrifice is just one of the chips.

No one escaped their duty; the moment they boarded the ship, they were already prepared to sacrifice themselves.

But the sacrifice was not without value.

Every warship sacrificed brings the Imperial Fleet closer to the enemy.

The fleet, relying on sacrifice and fierce firepower, tore through the enemy's Void defenses and pried open their shields.

What followed was a frantic airborne operation.

Countless Thunderhawk, Stormbird, raiding craft, Strike Cruiser, Boarding Torpedo, and Raptor were released.

They landed at enemy fortresses and strongholds carrying deadly cargo.

The Milky Way has long forgotten how terrifying large-scale Astartes operations were.

Today, the traitors who Forge World Las will experience the despair and fear faced by humanity's enemies during the Great Crusade.

Warmaster and Titus rode in a Stormhawk, soaring through the Void Fortress's air field and whistling as they flew into the helipad.

A shield appeared around Stormhawk, forming a dome that deflected all the rebel fire.

At the same time, the pilot unleashed the raging fury accumulated within the Machine Spirit.

Dense barrages of explosives and beams filled the empty deck.

Hundreds of rebels were killed instantly, and several Twin-linked Autocannon near the helipad were also destroyed.

The sealed hatch opened, and the Warmaster and other warriors, including Titus, leaped out and opened fire on the distant enemy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Bolter roared, sparks flying from the vent port.

The bullets struck the enemy, instantly pulverizing their bodies.

A furious killing intent enveloped all the warriors; all they wanted to do now was kill.

Many slaves and Adeptus Mechanicus overseers were on the tarmac, inspecting and repairing the fighter planes and gunboats, refueling and replenishing them with ammunition.

The Warmaster and Titus, among others, opened fire on them without mercy.

With the roar of the exploding bomb, shredded corpses and severed limbs flew everywhere.

The slaves screamed and scattered in all directions.

The Adeptus Mechanicus overseer brandished whips and pistols, attempting to stop the slaves' escape.

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A mechanical overseer in a red robe, repeating mechanical words, lashed out with a whip, striking the slaves.

They even shot and killed the escaped slaves, forcing them to their deaths to deplete the bullets of the Warmaster and his men.

"Go to hell."

Warmaster raised his Bolter, aimed it at the machine supervisor's head, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bomb exploded immediately after hitting the opponent's head.

The mangled body lay on the ground, and the broken cables sparked and crackled.

Adeptus Ministorum armed with Radium Carbine jogged out of the corridor.

Their bodies were made of brass and gray metal.

His eyes gleamed with a mechanical light.

+++Confirm target, execute Purification Protocol +++

The mechanical sound emanated from the loudspeaker of the leading Adeptus Ministorum.

But the warriors like Warmaster and Titus reacted faster than them.

While the Adeptus Ministorum soldiers were optimizing tactics and assigning tasks, they had already rushed to the enemy's front.

The armies of the Forge World Las have undergone significant modifications, and their limited organic forms are now protected by layers of inner and outer armor, making them virtually impenetrable.

However, in close combat, these soldiers were still no match for the well-trained Astartes.

The Warmaster wielded his sharp Chainsword, while his opponent raised his Radium Carbine in response.

The roaring Chainsword whistled down, cleaving the barrel of the Radium Carbine and tearing open the opponent's head.

A mixture of brain matter and fragments splattered out and splashed onto the ground.

The slaughter by Titus and the Warmaster was much faster than expected.

Their Chainsword sliced through the metal limbs as easily as if they were cutting meat.

"They may have bodies of steel, but they're utterly useless."

Kelt from the Kill Team spoke cheerfully.

"These are all soulless puppets, controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes," Belen said.

"You talk too much," Titus replied in the communications. "Silence can effectively speed up the killing. Try harder, or you'll be overtaken by the God Chosen."

"Boss, do you not trust us?" Belen asked innocently. "The God Chosen have a strong learning ability, but they are no match for us at this stage."

"Arrogance is the harbinger of ruin," Titus replied. "Focus on the killing, Belen."

"Okay," Belen replied.

Their group killed very quickly.

Just a few breaths later,

The entire squad of Adeptus Ministorum who came to their aid were wiped out.

After clearing the enemy from the tarmac,

They advanced to other areas, their primary targets being enemy fire control platforms, launch arrays, and so on.

The same applies to other Astartes squads that boarded.

They stormed into the magnificent and complex steel fortresses and fortresses, engaging in bloody and brutal battles with the defenders.

Enemies poured out from all directions, intending to halt the advance of the Imperial Army.

But they simply cannot do it.

The sheer number of Astartes was like a spear of divine punishment.

It simply and brutally broke through all the rebel defenses.

With the explosion of the Melta Bombs, the heavy steel gate was blasted into rubble.

The Warmaster and his men, including Titus, stormed into a magnificent fortress.

They charged at the slave laborers and servants of Adeptus Mechanicus like gods of death.

After firing a few shots with his Bolter, Warmaster charged at the enemy with his two-handed greatsword.

A mechanical priest arrived with well-equipped soldiers to reinforce the fortress in an attempt to defend it.

Their courage in defying the Angel of the Emperor is commendable, but the outcome will not change anything.

Titus charged into their midst, hacking down several soldiers with his Chainsword before beheading the priest with a single stroke.

Other players and members of the Kill Team opened fire on other soldiers.

The entire artillery platform became a killing field; the enemy fell with screams of agony, and all the survivors fled.

"Disable the controller to prevent it from being restarted."

Under the Warmaster's orders, several players fired at the control panel, destroying it completely.

They also destroyed some key robotic arms and disrupted the ammunition supply chain, ensuring the rebels could not use the emplacement for a short period of time.

They then left and continued on their way.

With the Astartes' surprise attack,

The intense artillery fire in the Void gradually subsided, allowing the Imperial Fleet to send more troops to capture important platforms and fortresses.

Transport ships landed on the open platform, and fully armed Imperium Astra Militarum troops swarmed out.

They wore Exoskeleton Armor and carried Gauss Rifle or Melta Launcher.

The drones hovered around them like a swarm of bees, some of which were intended for single-use.

"This battle was fought far too extravagantly!!"

After Pierce locked onto the enemy's Twin-linked Lascannon position,

They then issued orders for suicide attacks to the drones.

A sharp whistling sound rang out.

A drone carrying a self-destructive explosive charges toward its target.

Boom!

Terrifying flames swept out, instantly engulfing everything.

"Cool!"

Pierce shouted excitedly as he watched the enemy's heavy artillery positions being blown away.

Harry, standing to the side, also showed excitement.

What a hard life we used to live!

Wearing Flak Armor and wielding Lasguns, they were ready to fight those demons and monsters to the death.

Today, they wear Exoskeleton Armor, wield Gauss Flayer, and are accompanied by drones.

Following those damned Imperium bureaucrats, I went hungry nine times out of three.

If you follow the Living Saint, you'll eat nine meals a day.

"Charge! Charge!"

"Quickly, seize the key artillery positions, for the Emperor and for the Living Saint."

Someone shouted.

The well-equipped squad advanced along the tunnel, firing at the enemies along the way.

The rebels, ravaged by the Astartes assault forces, were utterly incapable of putting up any semblance of a counterattack.

The soldiers who resisted were all killed.

The remaining option is to surrender.

They were instructed to put their hands behind their heads and squat against the wall.

After an inspection and confirmation that there was no threat, it was taken over by subsequent troops.

Soon, the space station and fortress were completely captured by subsequent Astra Militarum.

The Imperium's Double-Headed Eagle banner once again flies within these magnificent Void structures.

"Why isn't it our turn to play yet?"

"When will this Void war ever end?! My God!!"

"I want to start a war! I want to go on a killing spree!!"

The Little Fatty, sitting on the Transport Barge, looked at the chat messages in the player area communication channel.

Seeing the real-time rankings of the war leaderboard makes me really eager to participate.

"Why don't we wear Exoskeleton Armor and go into battle too!"

"That's what the Spiky Hair said."

Little Fatty was tempted.

It has to be said that this was a very attractive suggestion, but he still shook his head.

"Forget it, let's just continue to hold our ground as the Guide orders. Anyway, we can still get Warfare Score this way, just not as many as they do."

The Astartes forces that set out on this expedition numbered over six thousand.

Such a scale is simply outrageous.

Even if they donned Exoskeleton Armor to fight, they wouldn't gain any Warfare Score.

It would be better to stay put and wait for the battle to land on the surface.

September Nine nodded, "+1, I agree with the guild leader. We need to conserve our energy, because once the Void War is over, it will be our home turf."

"You must understand that this time we are fighting the Forge World, which will involve the traitorous Titan Legions and Knight Houses."

"These are tough nuts to crack, and only we can tackle them."

"Hopefully the enemy will be strong enough, otherwise I can forget about getting MVP this time." The Spiky Hair sighed.

"I suggest you forget about MVP. Who knows what will happen next and reverse the rankings in no time!!"

On the September Nine, the Battle of Scintilla was recalled.

When the Demon Hunter Warband came in first place, they were so angry they almost vomited blood.

That kind of thing is really so frustrating.

Just thinking about it makes me speechless.

The orbital defense line was breached, and the Imperial Fleet charged forward again, engaging in fierce combat with the enemy fleet.

With its overwhelming firepower and the boarding maneuvers employed by the Astartes, the Imperial Fleet advanced relentlessly, while the enemy fleet suffered a series of defeats.

The Imperial Glory continued to demonstrate its formidable strength, relentlessly slaughtering enemy ships.

At the same time, Ursus Colin, who was stationed on the flagship, had bloodshot eyes and pupils filled with blood vessels.

Staring at the Void with eyes wide open, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart, each cut drawing blood.

This was his fleet, his greatest asset.

During this time, he swept through the die-hard loyalists who refused to submit to the Colin Family.

The Imperial Army, having ravaged the Calixis Sector, swept across the entire sector like a hurricane.

He became a genius naval commander admired and feared by all, all thanks to this fleet.

Now, however, they have been brutally slaughtered by the enemy and are facing the crisis of extinction.

"I'm going to kill them, kill them!" Ursus roared furiously.

The operators nearby became tense and uneasy under the commander's anger, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of being used as a punching bag.

"We must evacuate." Ailo, the representative of the Jagged Question organization, looked at the situation in the Void Battlefield and realized that the tide had turned.

"No!" Ursus shouted, "How can we run away in such a sorry state?!"

"Take a look at this first," Ailo showed him a video recording of a Void fortress falling before it collapsed.

Swarms of Astartes poured in, and within moments they had slaughtered the defending Adeptus Ministorum and slave soldiers.

"The Corpse Emperor's angel." Ursus clenched his fists, his voice filled with anger.

"They're not immortal. As long as we win the Void War, what can the Astartes Chapter do? They'll be burned to ashes by the Lance just the same."

"The problem is the numbers. I estimate they have at least three thousand, which means three full-strength Astartes Chapter have joined this battle," Ailo said.

Ursus's eyes widened. "This is impossible. Calixis shouldn't have three full-strength Chapter."

"This impossible thing has actually happened," Ailo said.

"I don't know how that Corpse Emperor Living Saint managed to do it, but he did manage to mobilize three full-strength Chapter."

"The Forge World Las is doomed to perish. Let's retreat before it collapses completely and preserve as much of our strength as possible."

"Damn it." Ursus's face showed anger.

He turned his head to look at another spot.

Several wizards with the symbol of the Chaos Star etched on their foreheads stood there.

What about you? Do you have any suggestions?

Ursus wanted to seek the help of the gods.

But the Chaos Sorcerer shook their heads, indicating that they were powerless to help.

Even with sacrifices, the angels of the gods would find it difficult to contend with the Imperial Fleet in the Void.

Realizing that he was truly powerless to reverse the situation, Ursus could only accept his defeat.

"I will remember this blood debt, Colin Family, every debt must be repaid."

"Now issue the order to prepare for evacuation, and tell all units to get ready."

News of the retreat quickly reached the ears of the Dark Magos, Garamond.

He expressed strong protest.

"They have three Astartes Chapter; we have no chance of winning," Ursus said.

"Evaluation is tantamount to excessive cowardice. You must persevere. The research is about to succeed."

Garamond shouted in a mechanical voice,

"As long as we successfully activate the Paradox Engine, we will achieve Sublimation and immortality, and completely break free from the Imperium."

"We have no choice. If we stay, we're all finished," Ursus said. "Take all the components of the Paradox Engine away, and you can continue your research elsewhere."

The Magos Garamond was furious. "I will never retreat. The Paradox Engine is the key to our complete victory over the Calixis Sector, and also the key to Sublimation."

"As long as we can hold out until the Paradox Engine kicks in, we will win."

"How long will it take?" Ursus asked.

"Based on precise calculations, it will only take another half month."

Ursus almost laughed in anger upon hearing Garamond's words.

Oh shit!!

Now, let alone half a month, he'd be lucky to hold on for even one more day, praying to his ancestors for protection.

If they don't escape the Void battlefield in time, this fleet will be completely annihilated!

"It's impossible. We must retreat immediately," Ursus reiterated.

Garamond rejected him again.

"I will never leave. Knowledge is above all else, and the Paradox Engine cannot be abandoned."

"I will gather all my strength and hold the ground-based Lastibe Forge Hive. Based on the reserves of ammunition and energy, I have a 75.412% chance of holding it."

Ursus's face darkened. "Do as you please, Archmagos. Just don't regret it later."

Communication ended.

Garamond acted swiftly.

He ordered all military supplies, including the Saint Hao Forge, and slaves to be moved to the ground.

Prepare to defend the Lastibe Forge Hive, which houses the Paradox Engine.

However, the Ursus fleet collapsed faster than expected.

Not long after Garamond reached the ground, news came that the fleet had been completely defeated and forced to withdraw from near-Earth orbit.

Many troops were unable to take them with them and were left behind on the ground or at the space station.

The Imperial Fleet seized control of the Void throughout the entire Las System.

Meanwhile, the Loyalists seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The rebels were forced to tighten their defenses and hold their positions in key factories and fortresses.

The only chance to turn things around is through the Paradox Engine of the Magos of Garamond.

This technological artifact from a distant era became the rebels' only lifeline.

The Void Wars are coming to an end.

No ship dared to challenge the Imperial Glory again.

Its hunting record was so impressive that it instilled a psychological fear in the rebels.

When it appears, the rebel ships instinctively retreat.

Using Astartes forces as the spearhead, they swiftly eliminated every space station, Void port, weapon platform, and fortress.

The remaining enemy ships retreated to the edge of the star system, like stray dogs with their tails between their legs.

Qin Yun ordered his men to seal off the three main stars of the Forge World Las — Hade, Heshi, Hete.

At this moment, the Loyalists on the surface sent a communication request to Qin Yun.

"Access granted," Qin Yun said.

The next second, the projection refreshed, and a Magos appeared.

"I am the Magos Morio, the head of the Occulum Forge, and I have met the Living Saint."

The Magos Morio spoke in a very humble tone.

They lacked the arrogance of the Adeptus Mechanicus towards mortals.

"Magos Morio, thank you for your loyalty to the Emperor." Qin Yun said calmly, "Now that the enemy has lost its Void Defense and retreated to the surface, our army is about to launch an attack. Do you have any suggestions?"

The Magos Morio said, "We will follow your guidance, Living Saint, but I suggest we first concentrate our forces to attack the Lastibe Forge Hive, where Garamond, who has abandoned the glory of Omnissiah, is conducting his dark experiments."

Qin Yun nodded. "Then let's do it this way. In the name of the Emperor, let all the rebels be punished."

"Praise be to Omnissiah! We will fully support your offensive and send our Titan Legions and Knight Houses," said Magos Morio.

The war horns sounded and echoed through the sky.

The Loyalists who remained steadfast launched the first attack.

The Titan of the Hunter Titan Legion, along with numerous Adeptus Ministorum, launched their attack.

Accompanying them were Knight Titan from several major families.

Like hunched giants, they marched with heavy steps toward the Lastibe Forge Hive.

The dense barrage of artillery fire pounded against them, causing the Void Shield to vibrate, but it could not stop their advance.

The Imperium forces on track also took the opportunity to send their troops to the ground.

They joined Loyalists on the surface to attack the Lastibe Forge Hive.

In order to defend the Lastibe Forge Hive and buy themselves time to activate the Paradox Engine

Garamond mobilized the vast majority of his military forces there.

This included the Titan and Knight Houses who rebelled against the Imperium.

Thus, the massive war machines clashed on the ground, engaging in fierce combat.

The entire land was engulfed in artillery fire, turning everything in sight into scorched earth.

Seeing that the two sides were deadlocked, Qin Yun chose to join the war, thus hastening the enemy's defeat.

He flapped his pure white wings and soared through the sky.

Wherever he went, the Loyalists troops below cheered.

"Accept the God-Emperor's punishment!"

Qin Yun dodged the artillery fire aimed at him, wielding his Power Spear, and charged towards a Warhound Titan wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

This scene attracted everyone's attention.

To challenge Titan, God of War, with one's own flesh and blood is undoubtedly a mad act.

A burst of violent spiritual energy erupted instantly, and the spear in Qin Yun's hand shone with a bright light, like a sun.

The spear pierced through the Warhound Titan, and the surging lightning instantly turned the Titan's pilot into charred remains.

As the light faded, the massive Warhound Titan collapsed to its knees, engulfed in flames.

Titus, who had just killed a mutated creature, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"Tearing Titan apart with bare hands???"

P. S.: This is a chapter about the Adeptus Ministorum. I was planning to write about tearing apart Titan, so the word count is a bit high. Otherwise, if I had separated it, it would have been much longer. Six thousand six hundred words, which is quite a long chapter, isn't it?