Waaaagh!!!
"Little ones, charge with me! Crush them!"
"Raaaagh! Kill!"
The sudden reinforcements stunned both sides. As everyone watched the huge black brute charge through the battlefield like a monster, specifically stomping on the feet of Titans and Knights, only one thought remained in their minds:
"Is that damn thing still human?"
But Mordred, already lost in battle frenzy, had no time to care about that. That previous beam of light had let him show off magnificently, nearly draining him dry. If he didn't press his advantage now, was he supposed to wait for the enemy to recover?
He had seen the insane density of the enemy's firepower. With every single one of them carrying Plasma weapons, no wonder the Fourth Legion had been pinned down so thoroughly.
"Brian, where's my Nuclear Missile Launcher? Get it out here, now!"
Hearing their father's summons, the Black Knights sprang into action. They threw aside the weapons in their hands and pulled out the Rocket Launchers they had carried on their backs all this time, roaring:
"Suppressive Fire, five-hundred-meter intervals, three-round rapid fire and reload!"
A series of dull thuds rang out. Atlas launched countless miniature nuclear bombs into the sky, casting the entire heavens beneath a shadow of death.
Boom, boom, boom!
Extreme heat surpassing the surface of the sun erupted in an instant. Then a visible shock wave came hurtling over at high speed, giving the stunned Grinder Boys a taste of what it meant to be flying men.
But fortunately, Atlas had decent aim and didn't drop the nuclear bombs directly on his allies. Even though a large number of Fourth Legion Canned Ones were blown away, they hadn't died, had they?
The Engineering Boys hadn't expected the first thing their reinforcements did to be bombing them. After narrowly escaping death, they ignored the battle lines entirely and scrambled toward the rear. After all, they had already run out of ammunition.
The enemy on the other side wasn't so lucky. Even if those nuclear bombs were only individual equipment, they were still nuclear bombs. Every area engulfed by the explosions was turned into scorched earth, and even the tanks melted.
"First Airborne, move out! Crush them!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the First Airborne, all Space Marines, charged into the bombardment zone the instant the explosions subsided. At that moment, the Black Knights' Nuclear Missile Launchers had already been reloaded.
Thirteen seconds later, Brian's voice rang out again. Once more, countless nuclear bombs were hurled into the sky, purifying everything in the flames.
At this point, only forty-three seconds had passed since Atlas had descended from heaven like divine soldiers. The second wave of nuclear bombs above the battlefield had yet to fall, but the Poison Blade Heavy Tanks had already been deployed, while the Stormbirds had taken off for the second time to seize the planet's precious air superiority.
Boom!
A new round of explosions descended once more. No one could survive in such searing nuclear fire, and the enemy could only let those giants continue advancing.
But this explosion was different from the previous one. Tons of Chemical Agent Shells were scattered across the battlefield by the aircraft. After evaporating in the extreme heat, they completely spread across the entire wasteland.
The battlefield, filled with dense Radioactive Dust, was pitch-black. Every form of communication was severely disrupted. The Defense Force could only determine the enemy's position through scattered glimmers of fire, but the instant they opened fire, a bombshell that followed would smash them to pieces.
Even when they called in heavy firepower, the Stormbirds, which used Void Shields to endure the damage head-on, picked them off one by one.
They couldn't even escape. As soon as anyone inhaled that Pink Poison Mist, they would feel dizzy and develop bizarre hallucinations that were almost impossible to shake off, as if suffering from severe food poisoning.
Those chemicals were products Mordred had created by extracting Psychedelic Mushroom. At such a concentration, ordinary mortals weren't the only ones affected. Unless they had fully sealed combat suits, even Space Marines would drool and loll their heads after inhaling too much.
This was Mordred's strategy. Since the enemy's firepower was so fierce, he would create a quagmire that made both sides suffer, then rely on the Space Marines' overwhelming individual strength to divide and annihilate them.
With a sword in his right hand and a gun in his left, Mordred no longer needed to dodge under the cover of the mist. Relying on his powerful stats, he moved rapidly across the battlefield, specifically hunting down and beheading high-value targets.
He cut through a Knight's thigh with one stroke and blasted apart a tank's turret with one shot. More often than not, before the enemy vehicles could even lock onto his signal, they had already been destroyed by him.
Seeing how valiantly their father fought, Atlas's Space Marines brought out their own specialties as well. As if they had activated an aimbot, they grabbed their Enchanted Bolters and began firing rapid bursts.
Frost, flames, acid, Plasma—from the devoted offerings of their Warp neighbors, every bolter round produced a strange effect. Even after they ran out of ammunition, they could fire again by squeezing the Daemons dry.
Some of the especially talented Atlas warriors even enslaved powerful Daemons with Fel Energy. They had completely stopped acting like people, transforming on the spot into Enchanted Warriors. They charged forward under heavy firepower capable of piercing Adamantium, seized their enemies by the head, and put on a spectacular beheading performance.
As for what the enemies, harvested at high speed like wheat, thought about it—who cared? Anyone who refused to accept proper rule had to die.
He suddenly appeared on the other side
<What sane person points their head at a gun muzzle?>
The Primarch is watching me
I can't disappoint Father
Go explain it to my bolter
Such an extraordinary performance directly attracted Khorne's gaze. And the Blood God was indeed worthy of being Arno's chosen. He immediately cast down a generous handful of blessings, covering these little Canned Ones who had pleased Him with blood-red Divine Light and making them fearless of the enemy's long-range firepower.
Waaaagh!!! Fighting is great!
As the third round of bombardment descended, fear began to envelop every soldier's mind. The enemies hidden within the chaotic mist were not human at all, but Daemons crawling out of the abyss.
No matter how powerful the weapons in their hands were, they were useless if they couldn't hit anything. They could only resort to the most primitive close-quarters combat.
But Mordred certainly wouldn't let them off. They had actually refused his negotiations. These were no ordinary enemies anymore—they required a good hard punch.
Moreover, the Fourth Legion had suffered heavy losses. Those were all soldiers assigned to Mordred's command. Every death meant one fewer foreman back home.
Master Mordred, who hated losing out more than anything in life, couldn't tolerate that. He picked up a High-Yield Hydrogen Bomb and vanished from everyone's sight, flickering repeatedly across the wasteland.
Seeing the number of dead and wounded soldiers surge, General Lothar, the frontline commander, angrily slapped the table over and over, then roared into the communications radio:
"Where are the heavy artillery units? What are you doing? Hurry up and commence the bombardment! The positions have already been taken by those xenos!"
"But sir, where are our people? Under Federation Law, if we bombard them, we'll be court-martialed."
Bang—
Before Lothar's adjutant could finish speaking, a Plasma shot blew his head apart, turning him into a headless junior who had no idea what had happened.
"What court-martial? If the enemy gets through, we'll all die. If anyone else disturbs morale, this will be their fate."
The command room fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at their general—or, more accurately, at the top of Lothar's head.
At this very moment, just as at that previous moment, Lothar, whose Ambition had pinned down his crown, didn't dare move at all. He slowly turned his head and said, "Sir, I..."
"Shut up. How dare you assume my gender? That's discrimination! Can't I be a four-meter-tall extraordinary woman?
The Lazy Don't Deserve to Listen. Can you withstand this punch? Go explain it to my nuclear bomb!"
Emerald Lightning flashed. The towering giant in black armor vanished in an instant, leaving only a High-Yield Hydrogen Bomb crashing onto the floor with an ominous beeping sound.
Boom—
Nuclear fireworks blossomed once more, instantly vaporizing everything within a thirteen-kilometer radius and destroying this crucial Void Shield array.
The next second, Orbital Bombardment descended from the heavens!
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