A shriek tore through the sky—the sound of human artillery shells incoming.
For some reason, the Imperium of Man favored energy weapons for small arms, yet preferred solid-projectile weapons for heavy armaments.
The completed turrets mounted pulse rifles with extraordinarily high rates of fire. The metal cylinders in their ammunition belts transformed inside the weapons into plasma, then were launched down electromagnetically accelerated rails.
A succession of searing plasma bolts, fired under the targeting AI's control, effectively intercepted the incoming shells, bursting into fireballs that spewed black smoke in midair.
Several fragments struck Yan Ou's helmet, scraping away some of its paint.
"Captain Yan Ou, it seems this artillery barrage is nowhere near as intense as the battle on Yidesi Planet."
"Agreed, comrade Wu Run. I still remember the clouds of shells the human forces created on Yidesi Planet."
As he spoke, Yan Ou ran a hand over his shoulder plate, as though a massive gash still marred it.
"Let's hope this offensive is easier than Yidesi Planet."
"There is no easy offensive for Fire Caste Warriors," Yan Ou retorted sternly, ordering the soldiers to advance at once. They could not waste too much time in the landing zone.
As the Fire Caste Warriors advanced, more and more troops were deployed onto the planet and swiftly joined the battle.
Devilfish armored personnel carriers hovered above the ground, opening their side hatches and deploying entire squads of Fire Caste Warriors onto the battlefield.
Their underslung rapid-fire pulse cannons and the drones on both sides fired at the enemy positions. Barrages of shots slammed into the fortifications, scorching deep pits into the steel plates.
Yan Ou analyzed the enemy positions through the visor built into his helmet. As the outermost line of defense around the mysterious giant tower, it consisted only of