Human Cannon, Level One Ready
With Atlas's arrival, the Dark Angels finally got a breather.
Even so, after receiving supplies from Atlas, this group of Hakimi remained active on the front lines.
The Scorched Earth policy went quite smoothly; the Dark Angels were experts at this. The only headache was those eight Battle Moon.
As long as they exist, the Imperial Fleet will be unable to inflict significant damage.
Each of the Battle Moon is Celestial Weapon comparable in size to Luna. These eight monstrous things, simply by floating there motionless, were enough to cause the gravity of the besieged Cadia to collapse.
Its planetary-level Void Shield is even more insane, as thick as a tortoise shell, making it impossible for Imperial ships to penetrate.
Such enemies are actually quite common. During the Great Crusade, there were many such Turtle Hermit who wore the thickest armor, endured the most brutal attacks, and could drag people down to their deaths.
If we follow the usual tactical procedure, the best option would be to Orbital Boarding, using the Space Marine's superior Combat Power to launch a surprise attack on the Void Shield Matrix, thus giving the Imperial Navy the opportunity to bombard the surface.
The solution is right there; Zhuang Sen isn't stupid. But the problem is that the ships simply can't get close enough to the enemy.
Putting aside the fact that getting too close would result in being captured by Gravitational Turbulence, your space warship is no match for ground firepower, and you could be shot down with the slightest carelessness.
Once you've survived the barrage of gunfire and escaped the Anti-aircraft Gun, and finally reached the planet's surface, the Randan Xenos' Full Spectrum Jamming Interference...
It will turn you into a complete Little Deaf and Blind.
The endless stream of cannon fodder slaves will give you a real sense of surprise. If you die, that's fine, but if you're half-dead, you'll be captured and transformed into Star Slaves Kiya.
This is like the opponent coming out with eight Blue-Eyes White Dragons, along with a Graveyard Deathrattle stealing ability, and then using Divine Guan Yu to modify Zhuge Crossbow, and collecting eighteen Heart Kill.
"Damn it, it's Stand-in just like me, Gou'er Dan. I'm going to give Sanguosha a bad review after this war and I get home."
Zhuang Sen couldn't understand what Mordred was rambling on about. His brother was good in every way, except he kept saying things he couldn't understand, but he knew that his brother understood him.
Lighting another mushroom, the Lion King, now a cat-crazy cat obsessed with catnip, grumbled and said:
"They couldn't break through with a single attack, nor could they push it away. Four out of the five blockades were breached, and the First Legion could only fight and retreat simultaneously."
There's no turning back now. If we back down any further, it'll be the Battle of the Sol Sector, and we'll lose all face. How am I Campaign for Warmaster then?
When it came to his sore spot, Zhuang Sen could no longer hold back and began to pour out his grievances to Mordred:
"I really want to be Warmaster!"
Looking at this heartbroken fat cat, Mordred really wanted to say, "You Dark Angels are all crippled, and you still Campaign for Warmaster? You're dreaming!"
But he swallowed the words that were about to come out:
"Brother, Rangdan's move was really ruthless, but I, Mordred, am not just a name without substance. This time I've brought my latest masterpiece, the Green Lizard Never Retreats."
Don't worry, I'll definitely vote for you when it comes time to Campaign for Warmaster.
"Really?"
"Really!"
"But brother, you have to do me a favor. I need to borrow your head."
Mordred's plan was simple: switch sides and fight. With the Khala connection, Atlas wasn't afraid of Mind Control, and his cannon fodder Lizardmen would only become stronger and more domineering.
As for how to break through the defenses and parachute in, he can simply sneak over little by little. As long as he can get to that place, he can breed an endless horde of beasts on his own.
After explaining his plan to Zhuang Sen, Mordred handed over all command of his fleet and had Atlas disperse to each ship to act as Human Phone.
In terms of troop deployment, Mordred is definitely no match for Zhuang Sen. He should just stick to being a Hero Unit.
As soon as the order was given, the Mind Network fell silent. No one would waste precious Computing Power during the battle; everyone rushed to their posts.
The battle lines that had been maintained by adding fuel to the fire were torn apart, and the Allied Forces fleet immediately launched a full-scale attack. The two Legion Flagship fired wildly, not seeking to kill, but only to confuse the enemy's vision.
Under the cover of a hail of artillery fire, a Cobra Destroyer was launched, cautiously probing the edge of the battlefield, inching its way toward the nearest Battle Moon.
Taking advantage of its size, the destroyer named Flying Fried Chicken managed to maneuver nimbly through the space debris, eventually making its way to the flank of the battlefield. However, its movements were somewhat sly, much like a large cat crouching stealthily deep in a dense forest.
At the Macro Cannon launch port of the Flying Fried Chicken, Mordred, already prepared, was warming up. Beside her, with tubes inserted into the back of her head, Zhuang Sen, acting as Humanoid Shipgirl, had her eyes tightly closed; the entire ship was his eyes.
Looking at the large shell that had been hastily cut open and had its internal explosives removed, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but feel that something was amiss.
"Brother, even though this is just Cobra-class Destroyer, are you sure it can withstand the overload of shells being fired? Don't just kill yourself."
"Don't worry! A mere one ten-thousandth of the speed of light, an acceleration of less than Mach 90, I can handle it, brother. Even if I can't, as long as I still have some flesh left, I can complete the mission."
This shell is perfectly safe, I'm not afraid at all, what are you panicking about!
That's true, but Zhuang Sen didn't want to be branded as a Brother-killer, while Tom, who was acting as Human Base Station, was much more carefree:
"Your Highness, our father is a man who can't even be killed by Light Fur Spear. To be reduced to dust is nothing to him."
Don't worry, if Father unfortunately dies in battle, we will follow his Last Wish and elect you as the Warmaster.
Zhuang Sen, who had been treated with filial piety, was speechless. Because of the tube inserted into the back of his head and his passive connection to Khala, he was certain that this Atlas named Tom was telling the truth, Mordred thought so too.
"You guys are crazy, but it's theoretically feasible. Since things have come to this, let's begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred instantly melted, turning into a bloody mess that surged into the cannonball's body. With the Lion King exhausted and in a "destroy it all" mindset, it began to fuse with the plasma engine.
Neural connection lines, Flesh Filling Chamber, and High-Strength Bones comparable to Adamantium climbed onto the projectile and, under Mordred's control, grew Vector Thruster that connected to the Plasma Engine.
For aesthetic reasons, Master Mordred even ingeniously painted the projectile red, since red is a symbol of speed and looks festive.
"I'm ready, Zhuang Sen! Go ahead and shoot me out with your Big Cannon! Remember, one shot, one kill!"
"Shut up! I only came here to die because I believed your lies. Now get out of here!"
Two muscular mechanical arms descended from the sky, grabbed the Mordred, and shoved it into the cannon barrel. As the breech closed, Zhuang Sen punched the massive Red Button unique to Atlas.
With a deafening roar, Mordred, who was shooting out at one ten-thousandth the speed of light, instantly stopped thinking. Darkness enveloped him, and all he could hear were the beak-like cries coming from his Mind Network.
"Fight! It's so exhilarating!"