Chapter 560: Plan Unchanged

"For the Emperor!"

The thirty-seven remaining Basilisk automatic cannons on the Reserve Army's defensive line suddenly fired in unison, blasting the Lesser Demons caught in chaos on the battlefield into fireworks of flesh and blood.

Seventeen Reserve Army soldiers, wearing hemostatic bandages, braced against wounds with collapsed skulls to pick up their weapons and attack the demons that had begun to scatter.

A Demon sorcerer attempted to summon a portal, but Chamaidaohan fired from the tip of his Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd; a psychic explosive round pierced its throat, blowing off the Demon sorcerer's head, and the uncontrolled energy formed a turbulent flow that shredded all the Lesser Demons within a hundred-meter radius into mincemeat.

As the two Demon General-class demons died in battle, the Demon army began to rout rapidly; wherever the two Grey Knights passed, there was only void, and not a single demon could escape.

From start to finish, the battle lasted for about 1 hour.

"Chamaidaohan, how is it on your side?"

Ganjiedake planted his Heavenly Punishment Demon-Cleaving Halberd into the dirt and contacted Chamaidaohan through the communication channel in his helmet.

"Everything is going well here, all Alien filth has been eliminated!"

"Mm, I've finished here too; in a moment, we will report the battle situation here to the Emperor."

After hanging up the communication, Ganjiedake found several officers, ordered them to clean up the battlefield, and then walked toward the communication tent of the Reserve Army's defensive line.

On the battlefield, several Reserve Army soldiers were using flamethrowers to process the piles of corpses.

The severed limbs of the Lesser Demons that had been blown apart curled into charcoal in the purifying flames, but some larger chunks of flesh were still pulsing eerily.

"Truly disgusting, but in the end, these demons still lost to us."

A Reserve Army soldier sprayed flames at the pile of corpses and muttered to himself.

A nearby Reserve Army soldier heard his comrade's words and spoke with a smile.

"Hahaha, all this change is because of the Emperor; without the Emperor's Angels, without these weapons, how could we, as the most ordinary Humans, possibly defeat these demons?"

"That's right, it is the Emperor who gave us the weapons to fight these demons; praise the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

23rd Legion Military Base 004.

"You have worked hard."

"Emperor! It is our honor to be able to serve You and share Your burdens!"

Yingzhou watched the communication with the two Grey Knights cut off, and the emotions he had suppressed for so long suddenly relaxed a little.

Demons, this has only just begun; our debt is long, and only destruction can offset the sins you have committed.

Thinking of this, Yingzhou said to a signalman.

"Help me connect to the Military District Headquarters."

"As you command, Emperor."

Soon, the communication with the Military District Headquarters was connected; seeing that the person on the other end was Horus, Yingzhou revealed a faint smile and said to Horus.

"Horus, there are indeed traces of Demon attacks in the Beast Race territory, and the number should not be small.

Several Legions have just engaged with the Demon forces once, and they are indeed harder to deal with than the Beast Race."

Hearing this news, Horus on the other side of the communication capped the pen in his hand and said.

"Then Father, your meaning is..."

"No, everything proceeds according to the plan; begin the advance into Zerg territory. It's just that in the Seventh Defense Zone, Angron has already gone to soothe the emotions of the survivors; I want to transfer all the survivors of the Seventh Defense Zone to the Fourth Defense Zone and send two more Legions to the Seventh Defense Zone—the demons' ultimate goal must be the Seventh Defense Zone!"

Hearing Yingzhou say this, Horus looked down at the current deployment of the various Legions in the Military District and nodded in response.

"Understood, we can send another Legion to the Seventh Defense Zone."

"Good, then that is all for now."

After the communication hung up, Horus slowly stood up from his chair and left the office.

Ninth Defense Zone Military Region War Hounds garrison camp.

Fuderi was currently arm-wrestling with Saidaer, with seven or eight War Dog Space Marines gathered around, watching the two exert force against each other and cheering loudly.

"Saidaer! Come on! Beat Fuderi down!"

"Fuderi! Stop wasting time! Hurry up and finish it quickly."

Fuderi looked at Saidaer opposite him, his lips moving slightly as he gritted his teeth and said.

"Mm... Saidaer, you really are full of energy!"

"Tsk... brother, aren't you the same?"

Seeing Saidaer still checking, Fuderi continued to speak.

"The loser will polish the Chainaxes for the whole team for a month."

"Then your rag should be soaked in rust remover, brother."

The arena table began to tremble, and the fixing bolts scraped sparks against the concrete floor.

"Hurry up and finish it, otherwise we'll have to assemble the arena table again!"

A War Dog pounded his chest armor and laughed wildly; his eyepiece Recorder was syncing the footage to the tactical panel of the entire camp.

The stalemate lasted for seventeen seconds—for a Space Marine, this was enough to complete three boarding assaults.

Suddenly, Saidaer's aura became disordered.

"Ha! A flaw!"

Just in this split-second flaw, a beastly roar rolled from the depths of Fuderi's throat, his entire right arm suddenly swelled, and he slammed the opponent's hand back onto the table.

Saidaer also increased his strength again.

The legs of the arena table snapped with a loud noise, and the half-ton arena table tilted and embedded into the ground.

"Thirteenth draw!"

Someone shouted the record, and the cheers that erupted from the War Dogs were deafening; Fuderi looked at the collapsed arena table with some frustration and said to Saidaer.

"Next time we should compare the speed of killing Aliens."

"Indeed, my hands have been a bit idle lately; I always want to chop something."

The two men lifted the arena table embedded in the ground and called over the brothers nearby to find a new table leg to secure it.

As Randall passed by, he saw this comical scene and could not help but walk up to tease them.

"Yo, are you boys working out?"

Saidaer revealed a bitter smile on his face and said to Randall.

"Randall, it's just that since we returned from the front line, there haven't been any new Tasks. Aside from the daily fixed Meditation Training, everyone is too bored, and it seems Father is not in the Ninth Defense Zone recently."

Hearing Saidaer say this, Fenongqiu also looked up at Fuderi.

"Speaking of which, when will we be able to go execute a Task? I heard that those guys from the Salamanders have already gone with Lord Vulkan to exterminate the Aliens."

Hearing Fenongqiu say this, Fuderi raised an eyebrow.

"Fenongqiu, it seems your Meditation Training needs to be extended; when we are needed, the Emperor will naturally issue a Task to us."

"Eh? When did a kid come to our barracks... Holy sh*t! It's Lord Horus!"

The few people who were originally quite relaxed were instantly jolted to attention upon hearing Fenongqiu say this, and even the arena table they had lifted fell back into the pit.

Lord Horus coming to their barracks must mean there is a Task!