This was a feat no human could possibly achieve. Every gun barrel possessed an independent calculation matrix; every shell had a complete motion model and projected trajectory. Even the movements of those charging beasts, every rhythmic sway, had been incorporated into the calculations.
Endless computing power analyzed everything.
Only artificial intelligence could perform such terrifying logical calculations, and the fluctuating computational power consumed by these operations was merely a tiny fraction of the Red Alert's capabilities.
But there were simply too many beasts. Under Eva's control, they feared neither life nor death. If one could block even a single shell with its own flesh and buy the beasts behind it even one more meter of ground, then its death was worthwhile.
Perhaps, in Eva's calculations, the greatest purpose of these stupid, savage hammerhead beasts was to exhaust humanity's ammunition and energy reserves, exchanging their deaths for the advance of those behind them.
Hill personally led the Ultramarines onto the towering walls. Holding the high ground, they fired continuously, their powerful twin-linked storm bolters spitting deadly flashes and blasting the smaller unidentified monsters into mangled flesh.
Behind the base, batch after batch of Basilisk artillery roared without cease. Three newly produced Pacifier energy weapons hurled clusters of immensely powerful plasma into the heart of the battlefield.
In terms of power, even all the Basilisks combined could not compare to the devastation wrought by the Pacifiers. This was the first time these new weapons had been deployed on such a large battlefield, yet everyone had already realized that they would become a new king of artillery.
Whenever an extremely unstable ball of plasma energy fell from the sky, the earth was ruthlessly torn apart. Giant craters more than ten meters wide swallowed all life within them, vaporizing flesh and blood completely. Only