Mysterious Communications

Close combat was unavoidable—their ammunition was nearly depleted. Although they could hit their targets with every shot, there were simply too many enemies.

Besides, after those soldiers brought out individual rocket launchers, the Astartes, who had been preparing to charge straight in, decisively withdrew into the fortifications and prepared to circle around for a closer approach.

After all, although those things could not penetrate Power Armour, an explosion at point-blank range could definitely stun them.

Quan Tiehua was the first to leap out from the fortifications. Using the stone walls of the various defensive positions, he dodged the explosions roaring toward him.

For a time, most of the fire was drawn toward him and the several Astartes following behind.

The grenades originally carried by the soldiers had also been collected by the Astartes. At that moment, they pulled the pins and precisely tossed them into the groups of American soldiers.

Explosions and smoke instantly enveloped their position. All the Astartes charged out at once, but they did not run in straight lines. After all, the firepower from the gun muzzles ahead was right there waiting for them.

Although the bullets could not break through Power Armour, what if a tank happened to hit them with a stray shell?

Screech.

The Chainsword suddenly roared. The soldiers who heard it all swung their gun muzzles around and opened fire. Even the tanks began turning their cannons, but the Astartes were incredibly fast. With a flash, one arrived beside a tank and swung his blade viciously.

The tank's long barrel was cleanly severed and fell to the ground. The bullets fired by the soldiers struck the Power Armour and ricocheted in every direction, becoming stray rounds that wounded a large number of soldiers.

The Chainsword spun again, cutting several soldiers in half at the waist.

After drawing the Combat Dagger and spinning it once in his hand, he thrust it upward from beneath the chin, piercing a soldier's head and bursting through his helmet.

He lifted the soldier into the air with the dagger, then violently flung him down, smashing several soldiers over. With a flash, he kicked another soldier so hard that his bones shattered and his chest caved in. He flew dozens of meters like a lump of sludge before crashing into a wall and slowly sliding down.

With a backhand punch, he smashed the head of a nearby soldier until brain matter burst out. Then another returning punch caved in half of a second soldier's skull.

Only a dozen or so seconds had passed, yet the American soldiers had already suffered more than forty casualties.

It could even be said that one main battle tank had been rendered useless.

Boom—boom boom boom—

The terrifying slaughter and gruesome scene frightened the heavy machine-gunner on the armored vehicle behind them until his face went pale. In a state of nervous collapse and seeming madness, he seized the heavy machine gun mounted on the roof and opened fire wildly at the Astartes.

The nearby soldiers who had been scared senseless had not even recovered their senses before their own side's heavy-machine-gun rounds tore them into pieces.

The heavy-machine-gun rounds clanged against the Plasteel armour. The resulting vibrations made the Astartes pause for a moment, but they immediately resumed calmly swinging their daggers and Chainswords.

The stream of gunfire followed close behind, but it simply could not keep up. After all, human reaction speed was pitifully weak before the Astartes.

The bolt pistol was drawn next, and a bolt round shot out. It punched straight through the armored vehicle's thin plating and exploded inside.

The vehicle's ammunition detonated, sending a small mushroom cloud surging into the sky.

By this point, nearly all the heavy vehicles had been cleared out. The surviving soldiers nearby ignored their wounds and screamed as they retreated, their faces filled with terror.

Quan Tiehua was even more ferocious elsewhere. He slashed with his Power Sword, cutting through the front armour of an M1 Main Battle Tank. Braving the attacks of the surrounding soldiers, he ran straight out of the encirclement. Turning around, he fired two bolt rounds that blew up a light armored vehicle and the M1 Main Battle Tank whose damaged armour had exposed its ammunition compartment.

The terrifying flames and shock wave swept directly over more than a hundred soldiers nearby.

"Fuck!"

At that moment, inside the Little Japan base, the commander at headquarters slammed the communicator in his hand onto the ground after hearing the latest report.

Just dozens of giants wearing exoskeletons resembling Power Armour had routed nearly five hundred carefully trained soldiers from their land, sea, and air forces, despite those soldiers possessing heavy firepower. They had even nearly wiped them out.

"Deploy the bombers immediately."

"Sir, this is a densely populated urban area."

"Fuck! The monsters are already coming. Why should we care whether those monkeys live or die? That's an order."

"Yes, sir!"

The runway at Hengtian Base was rapidly cleared. A massive B-52H Bomber slowly emerged from the hangar and took off under the tower's direction.

At the same time, the doors of several nearby hangars slowly opened, and one aircraft after another prepared to head for the runway.

Meanwhile, B-52 Stratofortress Bombers took off one after another from a base on Guam in the Pacific. Three aircraft in total came rushing straight toward Jianghu.

At that moment, north of the city, a Y-50 Transport Aircraft carried Crimson Typhoon, its entire armoured body covered in scars, slowly approaching the skies above the city.

As soon as the alarm sounded, everyone throughout the city had fled their homes and hidden in the nearest shelters.

But in such a short time, how could the population of this city of more than ten million possibly evacuate completely?

The flames of war had now spread from Yasukuni Shrine as the center, covering an area with a radius of more than fifty kilometers.

The agents planted by various countries had also begun moving, with their main forces concentrated on the southwestern side.

After all, the Blood Angels had also retreated toward the southwest.

Suddenly, all the soldiers trembling nervously behind the fortifications heard the roar of aircraft propellers overhead.

Everyone looked up and saw, in the distance, a massive crimson mecha suspended beneath several transport aircraft as it slowly advanced toward them.

Crimson Typhoon.

"What the hell is that?"

The American soldiers had no idea what was happening. Given the way their upper leadership operated, when faced with interests of such absolute importance, they would never let people at the bottom know the details.

After the Blood Angels displayed the technological power they possessed, those congressmen had become intensely covetous. Therefore, they had not informed the soldiers below that monsters would attack this place.

Crimson Typhoon had originally been ordered to come for rescue and reconnaissance, but after receiving news that the monsters would attack here, its combat mission was naturally changed.

At that moment, inside Crimson Typhoon's cockpit, the helmets of the Wei Brothers suddenly filled with a harsh burst of static from the communications channel. They all gritted their teeth in pain and jerked their heads, causing their bodies to tremble and, in turn, making Crimson Typhoon's enormous frame shudder as well.

"What happened to Crimson Typhoon? Why is the machine suddenly shaking for no reason?"

Inside the Command Room of Shattered Dome Base, Stark Pentecost hurriedly asked over the communicator, but no reply came through. He could only turn to Cai Tiantong.

"The communications seem to be malfunctioning, sir."

"Fix it immediately!"