Nearly eight companies, eight hundred Space Marines, might not have sounded like much, but their combat power was terrifying to ordinary mortals.
The bunkers that could stop the Krieg soldiers could not stop the Space Marines. Ordinary heavy machine guns could barely hit these demigods, and even when they did, some rounds could not penetrate their sturdy armor.
Their Boltguns fired with precision through the bunkers' firing ports. The powerful Bolts were overkill against mortals; a single round could blast most of a human body apart.
Against sturdier fortifications, they also had Plasma Guns and rocket launchers. With powerful Dreadnoughts and Predator Tanks spearheading the assault, the firepower and troops on the fortress's perimeter could do nothing to these demigods.
Although the blessed warriors of the Yellow Turban Army posed a certain threat to them, their combat experience and coordination fell far short of those veterans who had fought for over a hundred years.
The Yellow Turban Army commanders at the front heard only that one position after another had fallen, leaving them in a panic. They still did not know how many outer positions or troops they had lost.
Cheng Mingrui, in the fortress's command room, could clearly sense every detail. In that brief moment alone, he had felt the deaths of hundreds of militia soldiers who believed in Yellow Heaven.
Five Yellow Turban Warriors who had awakened their power and received Yellow Heaven’s Blessing had exhausted every ounce of their strength just to kill a single Space Marine. The gap was simply too great.
The fortress's outer defenses were insurmountable to mortals, but to the Astartes Space Marines, they were merely somewhat challenging.
Like spearheads, the Space Marines broke through one fortified position after another. Behind them, soldiers of the Death Korps of Krieg rushed forward, advancing through