The members of the Adeptus Mechanicus showed no fear. Braving the torrential barrage, they charged out of the terrifying death zone created jointly by the Apocalypse Tanks and Knight mechs with an almost frenzied resolve.
They advanced toward No. 1 Orbital Defense Platform with firm, heavy strides.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
Deafening gunfire suddenly erupted. When the anti-aircraft machine gun operators atop the Apocalypse Tanks spotted the Skitarii and Servitors surging out from behind the buildings like a tide, they decisively pulled their triggers without hesitation.
In an instant, dense torrents of metal bullets howled forth, like a ferocious storm of death spewing from one Apocalypse Tank after another.
The Servitors and Skitarii who had just rushed out from behind the buildings did not even have time to react before they were mercilessly swallowed by that overwhelmingly powerful metallic storm of death.
Under such dense fire, they fell one after another like wheat before the harvest.
In the span of a moment, the once imposing assault force was blasted into disarray. Blood sprayed everywhere, limbs flew through the air, and a mist of blood filled the sky, staining the entire battlefield crimson.
Even in the face of such horrific casualties, the high-ranking priest commanding the battle from the rear remained expressionless and utterly cold.
He merely continued issuing orders through the communications channel in an icy, indifferent voice. "Continue the charge! Do not retreat!"
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his voice, as though the lives vanishing before him meant nothing at all.
More than a hundred heavily armed Kastelan Robots, shaped like mighty steel beasts, suddenly charged out from the massive Adeptus Mechanicus formation under the precise control of twenty highly skilled Datasmiths.
The moment they appeared, they swiftly activated their powerful Repulsor Grid systems. This device could cleverly divert