The Overwhelming Legion Warriors

The Knight King received images from various defense nodes on the Data Slate embedded in the Daxos Glory.

At defensive node A-15, hundreds of Blue Horned Rhino, divided into five teams, launched an attack on the Tenacious.

Their running made the earth tremble.

The four colossal Great Beast at the forefront of the pack unleashed a dazzling blue light from their single horns, which then slammed down on the Tenacious's metal hull with a whooshing sound.

Campbell could sense the angry roars and mournful cries emanating from the Ancient Machine Spirit.

"Sir, we request assistance..."

Before the knight could finish speaking, he suddenly fell into a coma, and the communication channel fell silent.

Amidst the shaky screen, Campbell knew that the white Great Beast was launching a mental attack on the knight.

His will could not withstand the psychological shock, and he fell into a coma.

At this point, only with the help of other knights could he escape danger.

However, the Knight King no longer has enough Knight Mech to go to the battlefield to form a standard combat team of one old and two new ones.

He could only disperse all the knights to various defensive nodes, hoping that the beast tide would not be too large.

The Knight King's glimmer of hope was ruthlessly shattered by the cold reality. He saw in the shaky images that Great Beast several meters tall had surged towards the Tenacious like a tidal wave.

The ancient Knight Mech was crushed in an instant.

[How many Knight Mech will be left after this battle?]

Campbell thought sadly, his brown eyes still seeing those despicable Abhumans on the other tactical screens.

They made a ruckus, just as they did during Reaping time, emerging from their hiding places in the gutters and rat holes to loot the crops.

Seeing this, Campbell realized he was powerless to stop those scoundrels.

The task of stopping the beast tide has forced him to deal with it with all his might.

He knew that even if he could repel the beast tide—he knew that he could repel mindless wild beasts at a great cost—those locust-like swarms of rats would plunder the castles of serfs and even knights.

He now has only one option: to seek help from the Primarch in front of him.

After a moment's hesitation, the Knight King decided to set aside his vanity, stood up, and spoke sincerely.

"The scale of this beast tide far exceeds that of previous ones."

"Daxos needs help. I beg you, Commander of the Eleventh Legion of the Imperium of Man, to send Warrior. Vixatrix will remember everything you have done for us."

He paused for a moment, then gave a concrete promise.

"After that, Vixatrix will sign an alliance with you."

"I will help you," Nimrod said with a deep gaze and an unquestionable tone, "And I will win the duel to come, and you will submit to me."

Campbell had no time to argue about the topic; he spoke eagerly.

"Then, please have your legion mobilize immediately."

They have been ordered to move out.

Nimrod raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The Knight King followed his finger and looked up at the sky, where he saw countless dense Stain in the azure sky.

They grew larger and larger, revealing their black hulls.

The Warrior of the Eleventh Legion descended from the sky; compared to the few Knight Mech, the legion Warrior were numerous.

In addition to the four full-strength companies of the Third Legion after its replenishment, there are still 20,000 Astartes that have not yet been delivered to the various Chapter.

Ten members of the Shadow of Order formed a small team, marching in unison towards the beast tide.

A single volley of bullets cleared out a large area of the beast tide.

When the Shadow of Order is attacked by Psionic Energy, its combat brothers will immediately come to its rescue.

The Shadow of Order, inheriting the perception of Superman Primarch, locked onto the panicked and fleeing Ratling. With a single charge, they used their Chainsword to slash at the Abhumans were not even worth a single bomb.

The knights on various battlefields were astonished to find that the Great Beast and rats that had plagued them for countless generations had been utterly defeated by the black-armored Warrior.

Within an hour of the Shadow of Order joining the fray, the battlefield situation shifted from defense to a balance of power, and then quickly turned into a one-sided pursuit.

Nimrod reviewed the battle reports from various battlefields and was pleased to see that the Shadow of Order was implementing his principles: calm, finding weaknesses, and delivering the fatal blow.

Even the First Company, led by Samir, was influenced by the new Legion culture and maintained its formation.

He activated his communication headset and gave Tierney the order.

"The Ratling's hand is a decent trophy."

The hands of the Ratling, who have a natural inclination to steal, are the main ingredient in the Sequence 9 potion "The Marauder".

Considering that collecting their filthy, powerless hands would be a humiliation for the honor-conscious Astartes, Nimrod did not force his sons.

As you wish.

Without hesitation, Tierney immediately accepted the order and led his reconnaissance platoon out.

They located a Ratling tribe of several hundred people on the edge of the battlefield and ran towards the farmland.

"Fire!"

The Warrior of the reconnaissance platoon raised their guns and fired.

The dazzling beams of light and electricity knocked down hundreds of Ratling.

The panicked Abhumans turned around and raised their guns to fire.

The Ratling, a natural-born sharpshooter, nimbly rolled to the side and smoothly raised, aimed, and fired the stolen guns of varying quality.

Dozens of Vostonia Auxilia were immediately hit, but the bullets bounced off their black armor without ricocheting.

The ordinary live ammunition in the hands of the Ratling poses no threat to Scouts equipped with well-dressed Carapace Armor.

Another round of precise shots from the Vostonia Warrior hit the small figure kneeling in the rice paddy.

When the Ratling realized that their weapons posed no threat to the enemy, who possessed archery skills just as excellent as their own, their morale immediately collapsed.

After glancing longingly at the enemy's superior equipment with envy, they scattered and fled in panic.

"Pursue!"

Tierney gave the order for the reconnaissance Warrior to launch a precision strike against the fleeing Ratling, and in the end only a few dozen lucky ones escaped.

After the battle, Tierney drew his combat dagger, which, compared to the weapons of ordinary people, was already of the standard of a short sword.

The Scouts leader gave the order over the communications channel, "Cut off their hands."

Then he walked to the corpse of a Ratling, squatted down, and used his dagger to cut off the dirty little hand that had stolen countless treasures.

At the same moment, the Knight King received a report from the Sacred Mars, which had just arrived on the battlefield. The beast tide and the despicable rat horde had been defeated, and the Knight King was chasing the Blue Horned Rhino when it looked at Nimrod in Shock.

He realized that the Eleventh Legion not only possessed powerful warships capable of Warp travel, but also tens of thousands of Black Armor Warrior.

Their fighting strength was inferior to that of the knights, but their numbers were a hundred times greater than ours, and even the House Vicstrix at its peak could not withstand them.

Nimrod could kill any knight, including himself, if he wanted to.

As Campbell was filled with fear, the Ancestral Spirits of his ancestors echoed.

"Campbell need not fear, the Knight King of Vixatrix fears no enemy."

"That's right, he has agreed to the duel. If we win, we can remain independent."

"..."

The Knight King regained his courage.

That's right, all you need to do is win the duel.