Gray led his twenty-five guards and ten Earth Dreadnoughts toward the bridge inside the Dictator-class Heavy Cruiser. Along the way, every member of the Adeptus Mechanicus who tried to block their advance was wiped out.
Facing the masses of servitors and Skitarii charging at them, the ten Earth Dreadnoughts ferociously cleared the way from the front. The heavy anti-aircraft machine guns and meltaguns in their right hands, the plasma beams in their left hands, and the plasma cannons on their shoulders fired without pause, easily killing all Adeptus Mechanicus personnel who came to stop them.
Gray and his group moved through the warship's corridors. Whenever the eight-meter-tall Earth Dreadnoughts encountered low structures blocking their path, they simply forced their way through, firing the meltaguns mounted on their right arms at the obstacles ahead.
Boom! Boom!
Rumble!
The explosions of meltaguns and the crashes of collapsing walls rang out continuously. Those sturdy steel walls were easily destroyed before the powerful meltaguns, and large sections of the walls collapsed.
The Earth Dreadnoughts gleefully wreaked havoc all the way, bombarding anything that stood in their path with powerful meltaguns. As they advanced, they charged forward like bulldozers.
Walking behind the Earth Dreadnoughts, Gray watched the performance of the ten Dreadnoughts with a twitching brow. Used to handling every matter with seriousness, he felt that the pilots of these Dreadnoughts were somewhat unruly. They did not fit at all with the silent Star Space Marines marching forward beside them.
But Gray ultimately remembered that these were Dreadnought pilots he had personally recruited from among the civilian population at great expense. They had never been real soldiers to begin with; they had only been recruited into the army because of their exceptional skill at piloting mechs.
This was their first time piloting real Dreadnoughts in