Schadenhold Fortress west side defense line.
No one smokes, no one chats, no one laughs.
All soldiers hold weapons.
The ground trembled under their feet, every vibration was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, the teeth trembled in their sockets, and the fingers trembled on the trigger.
The soil on the trench walls rustled down, fell into the collar, and fell into the barrel of the gun, and no one was cleaning it.
Everyone's eyes were staring in the same direction, the growing silhouette on the horizon.
Several mixed-race Genestealers took off their helmets, painted the mark of Four-Armed Emperor on their chests, and moved their lips silently.
They are praying.
Not praying for victory, but praying to die close enough.
A young mixed-race Genestealers was kneeling in the deepest part of the trench, his forehead pressed against the cold soil, three arms folded in front of his chest, his scales glowing dark purple under the reflection of the artillery fire.
Next to him squatted a veteran, repeating the same sentence repeatedly - "Let me die at its feet, let me die at its feet."
He was holding a Melta Bomb in his hand.
"Fire!!!"
As the commander roared, the entire defense line erupted at the same time.
Thousands of artillery pieces roared simultaneously.
Las-cannon's red beam pierced the sky, Heavy Autogun's ballistics intertwined like red-hot iron wire in the air, Leman Russ Battle Tank's main gun spewed out balls of fire, Basilisk Self-Propelled Gun's salvo----
The sky was dyed red by gunfire.
All attacks accurately hit the steel giant that was walking slowly.
The light blue Void Shield spread out around Titan, like an impenetrable divine barrier.
Laser beam hit it and dissipated, and the shell exploded on the shield.
Ripples kept appearing on Void Shield, and explosive sparks bloomed on Void Shield.
The numbers Emperor-class Titan and "Omnia's Glass" did not stop at all.
It emerged from the smoke and dust of the artillery fire, fully revealed.
Emperor-class Titan is like a building, you need to look up to see the top of it.
The most eye-catching thing is Gothic Cathedral which occupies the entire upper part. It is not a decoration, but a mobile fortress armed to the top.
That is not a real church, but the back fortress of Titan.
The steeple is filled with antennas and sensor arrays, as well as densely packed shooting holes. What hangs in the bell tower is not a copper bell, but a six-barreled Gatling close-in defense gun.
Twelve twin Las-cannon towers, eight cellular Anti-Aircraft Missile nests, and four rapid-fire cannon arrays are arranged on the roof. These muzzles can easily shred low-flying attack aircraft.
There are also two heavy bolt cannon arrays mounted on both sides of the church dome.
Each shoulder armor carries a giant Earthshaker Cannon, the muzzle of which is thicker than the main gun of the fortress.
The whole body is covered with three meters of Adamantium-Plasteel composite armor. The armor plate is engraved with thousands of years of prayers and battle scars. Each battle scar represents a battle crushed by it.
This is not a war machine, this is a Battleship with legs.
"The main gun has been charged." The gunner's voice was emotionless.
Captain Herad nodded.
He was sitting in the neural chain cabin in the cockpit, with dozens of neural interfaces as thick as fingers inserted into the back of his head, spine and four limbs.
The limbs spread out like a spider web and sank into the data port on the bulkhead.
Electricity flows through the body along the interface. With every pulse, his heartbeat is synchronized with the reactor of Titan. With every breath, his lungs resonate with the charging frequency of Void Shield Generator.
He can feel the mountains and rivers trembling under his feet, the stars spinning above his head, the steel body is his skin, Hellstorm Cannon is his right arm, Void Shield is his shield, and the church is his backbone.
In his eyes, mortal life is nothing but dust on the ground that is easily blown away.
Within the body of this divine machine, he is no longer a mortal.
He is God.
"Target: Bunker Group No. 3." He said calmly.
Hellstorm Cannon let out a deafening roar.
The shell hit a group of bunkers three kilometers away.
In a matter of seconds, the No. 3 bunker group, together with nearly a thousand soldiers and twelve Leman Russ Tank vehicles, completely disappeared from the map.
The defense line collapsed instantly.
"Asking for reinforcements! Requesting for reinforcements!!"
There is only a busy tone on the other end of the communicator.
No one can reinforce them.
No one can fight against God.
Titan Keep moving forward.
The twelve Las-cannon towers on its back rotated and fired simultaneously, and the red beam swept across the defense line like the scythe of death.
The soldiers fell in droves, unable to even scream.
The bunker collapsed like building blocks, and the reinforced concrete screamed as the Laser beams cut through it.
Leman Russ Tank was hit by the beam and instantly melted into a pool of molten iron emitting white smoke. The remains of the crew members vaporized in the high temperature.
The ground is shaking and the sky is burning.
The Genestealers soldiers who had been praying just now rushed out of the bunker, carrying Meltagun and launched a suicidal charge towards Titan. As they ran, they screamed "For Four-Armed Emperor".
Then he was beaten into a sieve by close-in defense cannons, his body was torn apart in mid-air, and his remaining limbs and scales were scattered on the ground.
Herad looked at the soldiers below like moths to the flames, with a cold smile on his lips.
"It is expected to arrive at the core of the fortress in fifty minutes. All units should pay attention and clear obstacles along the way. There is no need to save ammunition."
In Herad's view, this is not a war at all. This is a cleanup.
The temporary airport behind Schadenhold Fortress.
It was busy.
Soldiers ran wildly on both sides of the runway with ammunition boxes in their arms. Tractors towed missile trucks roared past. The wheels rolled over the craters and splashed mud and water on the faces of the passing soldiers.
The ground crew shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices drowned in the roar of the engines.
A young soldier pushed a cart filled with Melta Bomb as he ran around the corner and bumped into another soldier rushing out of the hangar.
The cart overturned and the bomb rolled to the ground.
The soldier's face turned pale, and he hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, but the bomb was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up by himself.
Suddenly, a hand reached over and lifted up the ammunition box.
The soldier raised his head gratefully and froze for a moment.
"Your Majesty the Governor----"
Fu Haoran didn't say anything, he just helped the overturned cart up with one hand, and picked up the bombs on the ground one by one and put them away.
Then he patted the soldier on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the apron.
The engine of Valkyrie Transport has been warmed up and is making a low roar.
Nearly 800 veterans are lining up to board the plane, and the black Power Armor glows coldly in the dim hangar.
Fu Haoran boarded the Stormbird gunboat, and Tychus followed behind with Power Hammer on his back, holding Cigar in his mouth but without clicking it. He leaned the hammer next to the seat, sat down and began to wipe the Arc node on the hammer head with an oilcloth.
Fu Haoran walked to the porthole.
The transport plane slowly took off and broke out of the airport's air defense smoke screen.
He looked down at the drone launch site at the end of the runway. Suicide drones were taking off one after another. The catapult rails were arranged in a neat array under the setting sun. Dozens of them were ejected into the sky every second.
The roar of the engines of a hundred thousand drones gathered together, which was even more deafening than Titan's Volcano Cannon in the distance.
They formed huge phalanxes in the air, like migrating locust swarms covering the sky and the sun, flying in the direction of Titan.
"Head, we used a hundred thousand suicide drones just for a feint attack. This is too much." Tychus joked.
"You can rob again if you run out of money. If Titan doesn't solve it, we will all die." Fu Haoran said, looking at Emperor-class Titan in the distance.
Ronan was sitting in the corner of the cabin, rubbing a shiny dog tag in his hand, with two characters engraved on it - Kyle. His instructor, his brother, died in the hands of Iron Warriors six months ago. Before he died, he gave him the dog tag and told him not to lose it.
Ronan put the dog tag on his forehead, moved his lips, and spoke so softly that only he could hear. "Kyle instructor, bless us." He stuffed the dog tag into his collar, stood up, and pulled Chainsword out from behind, the saw teeth shining coldly under the cabin lights.
On the other side of the runway, F-22 Raptor was in formation, and Ronin was sitting in the cockpit, looking down at the photo posted next to the dashboard.
Instructor Kyle was wearing an old-fashioned flight suit, standing next to a tattered Lightning Fighter fighter plane, and giving his thumbs up to the camera.
Today, instructor Kyle is no longer here. His flight hat is now hanging behind Ronin's seat, with engine oil stains still on the brim.
"Instructor Kyle," Ronin murmured, "Bless us."
He pushed down the accelerator.
F-22 Raptor ejected from the runway, followed by a fleet of aircraft that covered the sky and the sun.
They quickly pulled up and reached the designated height.
"Report to the captain! Arrive at the bombing position!" Navigator's voice came from the communicator.
"Drop a bomb!"
Two hundred and forty heavy-duty gliding aerial bombs fell from the belly of the aircraft. The three-ton aerial bombs opened their folding wings, like two hundred and forty huge fallen leaves, automatically adjusted their flight attitude and glided towards the back of Titan.
There was no engine roar, no heat source signal, and the speed was only two hundred kilometers per hour.
After doing all this, Ronin returned immediately without stopping.
He knew that the real fierce battle was behind.
Herad was still staring at the fleeing ground troops below, with a disdainful smile on his lips.
Until the first aerial bomb landed on the church roof.
Boom!
The power of 3 tons of explosives exploded instantly.
Flames and thick smoke rose into the sky, and the church's steeple was directly blown off, hitting Titan's shoulder armor with a loud bang.
Immediately after the second and third bombs - there were continuous explosions, and the entire upper body of Titan was wrapped in a sea of fire.
"What's going on?!" Herad slammed the console, and the neural connection fluid was stirred by his violent movements. Why didn't Void Shield start?!"
"Void Shield Everything is normal! Energy output is 100%!"
"Auspex has no detection records! We didn't see anything!"
Herad raised his head sharply.
Through Titan's "eyes", he saw countless small black dots falling like raindrops.
It's a bomb!
He instantly realized that it was not that Void Shield was broken, but that these bombs were flying too slowly.
Void Shield is designed to intercept high-speed attacks. The flight speed of these gliding bombs is lower than the trigger threshold of Void Shield, so slow that Void Shield's energy matrix does not recognize them as threats at all.
He was so angry that he was shaking all over.
"Close-in defense guns! Fire all close-range defense guns! Shoot them down!"
The remaining close-in defense cannon on Titan's back finally fired.
The six-barreled Gatling cannon spurted out long tongues of flame, and bullets sprayed into the sky like a waterfall.
Aerial bombs were constantly being exploded in the air, exploding into balls of fire, and debris hitting the armor plate of Titan like raindrops.
But it's too late.
More than two hundred aerial bombs have hit their targets.
"Report sir! All the Anti-Aircraft Missile nests on the back have been destroyed! Ten of the twelve Las-cannon towers have been damaged! There are only three close-in defense cannons left! Seven large holes have been blown through the outer wall of the church!"
"Thirty Iron Warriors stationed inside were killed!" the adjutant's voice became more and more panicked.
"Where's the main weapon?!" Herad roared.
"The main Volcano Cannon and the shoulder armor bolter are intact! No damage!"
Herad breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the main weapon is still there, these tricks can't damage his god machine.
However, before he could issue new orders, the second wave of attacks had already arrived.
Suicide drones were pouring in from all directions like a black cloud covering the sky, not hundreds, not thousands, but hundreds of thousands.
They circled crazily around Titan.
They flew very low, clinging to the armor plate of Titan, making a buzzing roar, like countless angry wasps. These drones, like glide bombs, had speeds lower than the Void Shield triggering threshold, passed directly through Void Shield, and crashed directly into all the weak points of Titan's back and legs.
"A bunch of toys." Herad sneered, "Aim all remaining firepower at the drones! Shoot them all down!"
The last three close-in defense guns and two Las-cannon towers opened fire at the same time.
Laser beam swept across, and more than a dozen drones exploded into fireballs in the air, with debris flying everywhere.
The Gatling cannon spit out tongues of flame, and the bullet casings rolled off the back of Titan like raindrops, hitting the armor plate with a clanking sound.
But there are too many drones.
When ten are knocked out, a hundred will come to replace them; when a hundred are knocked out, a thousand will come to replace them.
They moved forward one after another, hitting firing holes, heat vents, sensors, hydraulic lines, and all remaining weapon turrets.
Continuous explosions exploded on Titan's back and legs.
The last close-in defense gun was destroyed by the drone, and the turret flew directly from the base, spinning and smashing into the ruins of the church.
The last Las-cannon tower was blown into twisted scrap metal, and the barrel was bent into a horseshoe shape.
All weapons on the church roof were silenced.
Immediately afterwards, the third wave of suicide drones were like countless meteors, all hitting Titan's legs and joints.
The explosions continued one after another, exploding on Titan's ankles, knees and hips.
The three-meter-thick Adamantium Plasteel composite armor was blasted into craters, more than a dozen hydraulic lines were broken, and black hydraulic oil spattered out and flowed down the armor plate.
Titan staggered and almost fell down. He stepped heavily into the soil with his left foot before he could stabilize himself.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Herad roared angrily and punched the console. Adamantium smashed a hole directly into the countertop. "A group of ants dare to blaspheme God's machine!"
He was about to order to use his main weapon to blast the ground randomly to clear out these annoying bugs, when the ground suddenly began to tremble violently.
It's not the footsteps of Titan, it's the roar of thousands of vehicles.
Herad lowered his head suddenly.
A black tide appeared at the end of the horizon.
Thirty thousand electric pickup trucks with only frames rushed towards Titan's feet like thirty thousand wild beasts.
Each car was crowded with seven or eight mixed-race Genestealers, holding Meltagun and RPG in their hands.
"A bunch of idiots." Herad twitched the corner of his mouth, "Let them know that Emperor-class Titan doesn't just have weapons on his back."
Titan The armor plates on both sides of the calf slowly opened, revealing rows of shooting holes.
One hundred Iron Warriors stationed in the calf compartment picked up Bolter and fired wildly at the oncoming pickup truck.
Explosive bombs rained down, and one pickup truck after another exploded into flaming fireballs.
Some drivers were hit in the chest by a grenade. The pickup truck lost control and hit Titan's ankle, instantly exploding into pieces.
Some pickup trucks drove too slowly and were crushed by Titan's raised foot, turning the people and the truck into a bloody mark on the ground.
Some pickup trucks drove too fast and were overturned by the air waves caused by Titan's lifting of his feet. The body disintegrated in the air, and people were thrown out like rag dolls and fell to the ground.
Some Genestealers were hit by explosives as soon as they jumped out of the car, and their bodies were blown to pieces in mid-air.
Genestealers are not helpless.
Rockets, machine guns, and recoilless guns fired simultaneously.
However, their counterattack was weak, because they could only avoid Void Shield if they were close enough, but this often meant that they needed to launch a suicide attack against the enemy's firepower.
A mixed-race Genestealers with a broken left leg crawled out of the burning pickup truck.
His left leg was missing from the knee down, and blood trailed long traces on the ground.
He dragged his broken leg and crawled towards Titan's ankle little by little, holding in his hand a Melta Bomb with the fuse open.
The bullet exploded on the ground beside him, and the splashed gravel hit his face and body, but he didn't blink.
He climbed to the feet of Titan, raised his head, and looked at the towering steel Colossus.
That was the last sight he saw in his life.
"For Four-Armed Emperor." He shouted and pressed the detonator.
A huge explosion sounded, and a one-meter-wide hole was blown out of Titan's ankle.
More Genestealers came up.
Carrying Melta Bomb's spears and climbing claws, they began to climb up along Titan's metal tracks and armor seams.
Titan's armor is too thick to bite through, but they can get into gaps, blow up hydraulic lines, and dig out sensors.
They are like a group of ants climbing up an elephant. The elephant's skin is too thick to trample all the ants, and the ants will eat the elephant empty bit by bit.
Herad looked at the dense light spots on the holographic projection that were crawling up Titan's legs, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
"Put your feet up! Trample them to death!"
Titan suddenly raised his left foot, then stepped down hard.
Boom!
The ground instantly sunk three meters.
Dozens of Genestealers and more than a dozen pickup trucks that didn't have time to run away were trampled directly into the soil, and their flesh and blood mixed with the soil to make a tooth-piercing muffled sound.
Waves of air rushed out from the edge of the soles of his feet, blowing away everything within a dozen meters.
With the next kick, dozens more were trampled to death. But more Genestealers rushed up, stepping on the trampled corpses of their comrades and continuing to climb up.
No one ran away, no one could escape.
Herad's face twisted into a ball.
He was about to order the shoulder armor bolt cannon to be used to bomb his legs. Even if he was injured, he had to clean up these ants.
"Heaven----" the adjutant suddenly shouted, "The enemy----the enemy is coming from the sky!"
Herad suddenly raised his head, and through the cockpit window, he saw a large number of Space Marine flying towards him!
Like a swarm of moths swooping on a giant beast.
The last dance of slaying the dragon has begun.