Satisfying

A Catachan jungle warrior poked his head out from the ruins, looked at the spectacular scene, grinned, and showed his yellow teeth:

"Damn, now there's something going on."

They landed.

The shock wave spread from every impact point, knocking away the surrounding Necron Warriors, raising rubble in the ruins, and smashing craters into the earth.

Smoke filled the air and dust flew, and then from the smoke, blue, red, and green figures rushed out.

A Ultramarines meets a Necrons Destroyers.

The Destroyers's heavy weapon has been charged, and the energy beam is enough to blast through the armored vehicle and shoot towards the blue figure.

He didn't hide, he just stretched out his hand, and the Smart Atoms condensed into a blue shield in his palm.

The energy beam hit the shield, just like raindrops falling on the lake, causing only circles of ripples.

He smiled, and then the shield suddenly expanded, knocking the Destroyers away.

He caught up with it before it hit the ground, Power Sword stabbed into its core, one sword, two swords, three swords.

The body of Destroyers was shattered under the sword, and the fragments scattered everywhere.

A Blood Angels rushed into the square formation of Necrons Immortals.

Its speed is so fast that those Necrons processors have no time to lock it.

His sword light drew red trajectories in the void, each trajectory taking away several Necrons heads.

His movements are like a dance, elegant and deadly.

Those Immortals tried to fight back, but their weapons could only hit his afterimage.

He killed one phalanx and then the next.

A Dark Angels faces a Necrons Titans.

The pyramid-shaped behemoth was thirty meters tall, with dark green energy flowing on its surface, and a beam of light that could evaporate everything condensed on its top.

Dark Angels did not retreat, he soared into the sky and flew to the top of Titans.

His Power Sword is burning with green flames, which is the power of Smart Atoms, the blessing of Guilliman, and the edge that is enough to cut through any substance.

He landed on the surface of Titans and pierced the green energy core with his sword.

The Titans let out a silent whine, its shield began to flash, and its beam began to dissipate.

More Dark Angels flew up, like ants gnawing at an elephant, chipping away at the Titans's armor with their swords.

A Thousand Sons Psyker stood on the top of the ruins, with blue Psionic Energy lightning condensed in his hands.

His one eye was closed tightly, his lips moved slightly, and he recited ancient prayers.

The Psionic Energy lightning exploded in the void, turning into countless tiny branches, accurately hitting the energy core of each Necron Warriors.

Those Necrons bodies stiffened in the Psionic Energy lightning, and then exploded.

One piece, another piece, and another piece.

A World Eaters warrior rushed into the Necrons group with his bare hands.

He didn't use a sword or a gun, only his fists.

His fists are covered with Smart Atoms, and each punch carries enough power to shatter armor.

He smashed the head of one Necrons, then another, and then a third.

His body was covered with the residual liquid of Living Metal, and his breathing was as heavy as an ox, but there was only fighting intent in his eyes.

"Blood sacrifice Emperor, head sacrifice Guilliman!" He roared and punched a Necron Overlord in the chest.

A Imperial Fists warrior stood at the highest point of the ruins, holding a huge power hammer in his hand.

Around him, dozens of Necron Warriors were approaching.

He didn't move, just looked at them silently, like a rock.

When the first Necrons rushed in front of him, he swung the hammer.

The hammer, accompanied by the howling wind, smashed Necrons's body into pieces.

Then the second, the third, the tenth.

Every time he swings the hammer, he reads a number.

When the last Necrons fell, he said, "Forty-two."

A Iron Warriors soldier squatted in the trench, holding a modified Bolter in his hand.

The caliber of that gun is twice as large as the ordinary Bolter, and each bullet carries a micro armor-piercing warhead.

He aimed at a Necrons Titans in the distance and pulled the trigger.

The bullet drew a silver trajectory in the void, hit Titans's armor, and exploded a small hole.

Then the second shot, the third shot, the tenth shot.

He alone, armed with a gun, carved a hole in the armor of Titans.

Then he threw away the gun, pulled out Power Sword, and rushed into the hole.

Star Phaeron--Soran, standing on her command ship, looked at the 20,000 figures wreaking havoc on the battlefield, her green eyes full of shock.

Her processor was running wildly, trying to analyze the data of these human warriors.

The energy intensity of each one is close to Emperor and Adeptus Custodes.

The speed of each one exceeds the limit of the Necrons sensor.

The power of each one is enough to tear apart Ghost Ark's armor with bare hands.

And they have tactics.

It's not the kind of reckless bravery in which everyone fights alone, but a true, precisely calculated, legion-level cooperation.

Those blue Ultramarines are responsible for frontal assault, the red Blood Angels are responsible for flank assault, and the green Dark Angels are responsible for destroying heavy units.

The copper-colored Thousand Sons is responsible for Psionic Energy suppression, the white World Eaters is responsible for breaking through the defense line, the yellow Imperial Fists is responsible for establishing a stronghold, and the silver-gray Iron Warriors is responsible for fire support.

They are like a sophisticated war machine, with every gear running in the right position.

"This is impossible,"

The voice of Star Phaeron sounded in the communication channel, and there was a trace of imperceptible fluctuation in the mechanical voice:

"Shouldn't a super unit of this level move slowly, have single tactics, and be crushed by brute force?

How can it be so flexible? So cooperative? So--"