Doomblade's cannonball passed by Degraded Warhound's Chaos Disorder's light ball. The cannonball completely smashed through Degraded Warhound's body. Degraded Warhound, broken in half, fell hard to the ground, leaving only two anti-joint legs standing.
The energy dissipation system of a Doomblade was finally overloaded. The Doomblade, painted in green, looked like a piece of red-hot iron, and terrifying heat rushed toward the crew inside.
The effects of the high temperature, such as the acceleration of metabolism, lasted only a moment. After taking a few hard breaths, the crew members suddenly found themselves in pain like a squid being pressed on an iron plate and being slowly fried.
They tried to escape, but were staggered by the melting hot soles of their shoes, and the body of the unlucky guy who fell on the metal surface immediately stuck to it. The pain drove them to cry, but the scorching air had burned their throats, and only weak coughs could be heard.
Their efforts to save their lives failed within a few seconds. Benedict silently blocked the communication channel of the crew. He did not want to hear the cruel sound of the bodies being roasted, dehydrated and burned.
"At least we avenged them." Second Lieutenant Terry said sadly, and then a team of Leman Russ tanks all went up to the sky after he finished speaking.
When dealing with new enemies, old experience will always drag some people to failure. Seeing the collapsed Degraded Warhound, Benedict, they relaxed their nerves and naturally thought that this War Hounds had lost its combat effectiveness.
They suddenly woke up when the Degraded Warhound weapon punched through the ground and completely destroyed a team of Leman Russ tanks.
"Damn it! The battle isn't over yet! Keep attacking! Keep attacking!"
"Loading complete!"
"Launch!"
Suddenly, the inside of the Doomblade tank became lively again. The roaring sound was intertwined with the rumble of the tank's operation. The bullet casings and sweat fell on the dirty metal deck together.
Degraded Warhound has now become a fixed turret. In fact, its two pieces of equipment that imitate the appearance of Titan weapons have been severely shattered, but it can still continue to fire random and dangerous firepower.
"I feel like I'm digging a mountain full of fine iron! How can I kill this thing?" the first gunner Leit complained with a tone full of frustration.
Just when Doomblade was at a loss what to do about Degraded Warhound, several teams of Space Marines carrying rocket backpacks came through the smoke and clouds. Although they came from different Chapter and companies, each of them had an excellent Power Weapon in their hands.
Space Marines hit the outer shell of Degraded Warhound without any deceleration. The violent collision sound and shock wave swept away all the surrounding smoke and dust.
The Space Mariness used Power Weapon to disintegrate Degraded Warhound at an alarming speed, just like a group of piranhas biting the injured prey.
Within a few seconds, this tough Degraded Warhound turned into a pile of broken bones, and Space Marines also controlled the rocket pack and flew towards the other Degraded Ones. These guys who were quite tough in the eyes of Krieg and other Astra Militarum troops simply couldn't stop Space Marines's attack. They just relied on their bloodless characteristics to force Space Marines to exchange death for injuries.
Seeing Degraded Warhound being solved, Benedict didn't feel much joy or excitement in his heart. Looking at the fifth line of defense on the distant horizon, Benedict felt a little shaken.
Then he slapped himself hard. How could he have such an idea? Even if there are difficulties, we must overcome them instead of being intimidated.
Benedict adjusted his mentality in an instant. He said to his remaining troops, "Continue to attack until Cadia 101st Armoured Regiment there is no one left alive."
"Follow your orders, for the Emperor and Cadia!"
The fifth line of defense, Hell Bastion.
A huge armored giant is standing in the center of the circular hall, immersing his consciousness in a scarlet illusory sphere, with countless demonic runes surrounding him. This is the core of the defense line, and the center for commanding many armies and war machines.
There is an even larger and twisted being beside him, with various mechanical prosthetics standing messily on his back like branches of dead trees. Under the cover of the scarlet cloak is a broken face. Only by smashing the brittle and hard metal can it be half like his face. Many small and flexible mechanical eyes are arranged in the gaps in the metal.
The tightly closed explosion-proof door slowly opened, and the red light shone on the cold and gray ground made of metal. A soldier also wearing armor appeared at the open door and walked in quickly. Iron Warriors Jielikelei wanted to report the battle situation to Warsmith Drau.
"Sir Warsmith, Corpse Emperor's troops have been pushed to the forefront of our defense line." Jielikelei's voice revealed a sense of depression and depression after being criticized for a long time.
"Things that kill a thousand knives! Of course I know this! Do you think this surveillance ball I worked so hard to forge is for dancing?" Drau roared angrily, "I should kick you out of the officer corps and stuff you into Dreadnought!"
"Yes, Master Warsmith."
"You bitch, you'd better shut up when I scold you!"
"Yes, Master Warsmith."
"I said! Shut up!"
After venting his anger, Drau continued to use his consciousness to intuitively feel the situation on the entire battlefield. Then he gloated, "The Degraded Warhound you just released is finished. It was torn into pieces by the Corpse Emperor toy soldiers."
At this time, the chaotic and deformed mechanical tree next to it started to move. He spoke using an ancient early communicator, which made his voice sharp and distorted.
"We have obtained a lot of data, which strongly proves that Degraded Titan will become an important force in our attack on Imperium."
"Fuck you!" Drau waved his hand impatiently. He never liked this new thing created by Dark Mechanicum. As a Iron Warriors, he is very pragmatic and can distribute the information without any worries. Give yourself a large number of Degraded Ones and use them on the battlefield, instead of imitating other war gangs with psychological mysophobia and burning all Degraded Ones. This is like a bullet. Although the bullet is a little dirty, it does not mean that the bullet cannot kill people.
After Drau finished scolding, he continued, "That's just a small War Hounds. What we encountered was only the most basic super-heavy tank like Doomblade. Whenever Imperium attacked the armored forces, there were several tanks equipped with Volcano Cannon's Shadowsword, magma cannon's Doomhammer, and Stormblade equipped with a plasma blaster, that Degraded Warhound has evaporated a long time ago! Not to mention the larger Reaver Titan and Warlord Titan!"