Chapter 987: Battle of L-449 Star (3)

Hector knelt on one knee on the ground, his Power Armor covered in cracks and dents, his non-functional left arm hanging limply.

Around him, layers upon layers of enemy corpses had fallen.

He was still alive, but clearly at the end of his strength.

Major Kele stumbled over to his side and stood back-to-back with him.

Looking across the entire position, there were fewer than twenty Valhalla soldiers still standing, surrounded by thousands of enemies in the final, narrow area.

The Fengqi soldiers were also stunned by this tragic resistance and the massive casualties.

Some Guardian officers wore expressions of disbelief; they could not understand why such a massive force would pay such a heavy price to deal with such a small group of enemies!

On the ground, over three hundred Guardian corpses had fallen, and the bodies of ordinary soldiers were piled up like mountains!

Hector raised his head, looking toward the sky through his cracked helmet visor.

He did not know how the battle in orbit was going, the Company Commander and the others...

Hector lowered his head, looked at the Power Sword in his hand, then looked at the mortal soldiers beside him whose eyes burned with an unyielding flame, and spoke.

"We have fulfilled our duty. We have made the Alien understand that the Emperor's domain shall not be profaned."

Major Kele wiped the ice shards from his face and bared an ugly smile.

"To fight side-by-side with you and your warriors is the honor of a lifetime for me and my brothers. The gates of the Valhalla Hall of Valor have opened for us."

Major Kele raised the Chainsword in his hand, which was about to stop spinning, and used his last bit of strength to let out a Valhalla war cry.

"For the Emperor! For Saint Xiuluo!"

The remaining dozen or so Valhalla soldiers also let out roars.

Hector also used his still-functional right hand to grip his Power Sword tightly, the tip of the blade pointing toward the slowly approaching tide of enemies.

He did not shout any more slogans, simply using his actions to show his stance.

The next moment, the final counter-charge began.

A dozen mortals and one severely wounded Space Marine launched a charge against the boundless enemy, a charge from which there was no hope of survival.

Laser Guns fired their final energy, Chainswords emitted their final roar, and the Power Sword traced its final arc of light...

When everything finally fell into silence, on this ice field thoroughly soaked in blood and fire, only the corpses of countless Fengqi soldiers remained, along with those broken bodies that had maintained their fighting stance until death.

Adjutant Hector leaned against the wreckage of a burning armored vehicle, his body pierced by the spears and fragments of Energy Weapons, his Power Sword thrust deep into the ground, supporting him so he had not fallen.

His head hung low, as if he had merely fallen into a deep sleep.

Major Kele had fallen not far from him, his hand tightly gripping that Chainsword which had stopped spinning, beneath him a patch of dark red ice.

They had fought until the very last moment.

In the distance, the ground forces Commander of the Feng Qi Xing Alliance, a Guardian Legion Commander, surrounded by his personal guard, stepped over the corpses covering the ground and arrived at this final position.

The Fengqi Commander looked at the tragic scene before him, especially the remains of the Space Marine that still exuded an intimidating aura even in death, and the disproportionately massive casualty numbers around him, and remained silent for a long time.

He had originally thought this would be a crushing steamroll, a glorious reclamation of lost territory. However, reality had dealt him a heavy blow.

"What... exactly are these monsters?"

The Fengqi Commander waved his hand and said to his Adjutant.

"Calculate the battle losses, and collect... the remains of our soldiers."

L-449 Star, low orbit, Dusk Raiders Sixth Company.

The Void Shield of the Dreadnought-class Light Cruiser had burned out several Control Consoles behind the Bridge due to energy feedback after enduring bombardment far exceeding its load.

Company Commander Galadun watched the light dots of the Fengqi Fleet constantly closing in on the tactical screen.

"Large-scale damage to the port armor belt! Engine output dropped by forty percent! More than half of the weapon arrays are offline!"

"Company Commander! Main engine offline! Weapon system energy supply is less than twenty percent! Hull structural integrity is below thirty percent! We..."

Galadun raised his hand, stopping the subsequent report, and spoke.

"All situations were anticipated. We have fulfilled our duty, delaying the enemy and buying time for our brothers on the ground and our mortal comrades. Now, it is time for us to fulfill our duty."

Galadun pulled up the ship's structural diagram, his finger pointing at several key areas.

"Target: the enemy Cruiser ahead. We shall seize glory for the Emperor!"

The order was transmitted.

The remaining Sword-class Frigate adjusted its course, pushing its remaining engine power to the limit, following closely behind the flank of the Dreadnought-class Light Cruiser.

The Fengqi Fleet discovered the abnormal movements of these two warships.

Even denser firepower was fired over.

The Dreadnought-class Light Cruiser was struck by dozens more Torpedoes, the port armor belt peeling away in large sections, revealing the intricate structures and electric arcs inside.

"Port thruster array destroyed! We have lost half our power!"

Galadun spoke slowly.

"No need to turn. Target unchanged, full speed ahead!"

The Void Shield Generator on the side of the Sword-class Frigate following the Dreadnought-class Light Cruiser overloaded, and several huge holes were blown into the hull, but it continued to advance, dragging a burning trail of fire.

"Boarding distance! Lock on target!"

The Weapon Officer roared.

"All boarding parties, prepare!"

Galadun ordered in a deep voice.

"For the Emperor! For Primarch Mortarion!"

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding and tearing, the bow of the Dreadnought-class Light Cruiser rammed into the flank of a Fengqi Cruiser.

The Sword-class Frigate following on the side also rammed into the belly of the adjacent Fengqi Cruiser!

Boarding successful!

"Open all airlocks! Time for slaughter!"

Galadun was the first to charge toward the breach that had just been smashed open, where an irregular connecting passage had already formed due to the interlocking of the ship structures; at the other end of the passage were the guard troops who had rushed over in a hurry.

The roar of Bolters exploded within the narrow passage.

The heavy Flamer in Galadun's hands spat out viscous flames dozens of meters long, swallowing the Fengqi soldiers at the other end of the passage, and shrill screams rang out in the corridor.

The Dusk Raiders Space Marines behind him also followed Galadun as they surged into the interior of the enemy ship!

The Dusk Raiders moved in groups of three, advancing steadily through the unfamiliar ship corridors.

The precision fire of Bolters and the Chainswords exerted their advantages in close-quarters combat.

Galadun personally led a squad of Dusk Raiders, heading straight for the ship's engine room and Bridge.

"They've gotten in! Those monsters have gotten in!"

"Hold them back! For the Feng Qi Xing Alliance!"

"Our weapons are useless! Ah!"

Panic spread inside the Fengqi ship.

They had never experienced such a savage boarding action.

These Steel warriors wearing no markings, their Silence was more terrifying than any war cry.

Galadun smashed open a sealed bulkhead door, behind which were several Fengqi soldiers setting up a Heavy Laser Cannon.

Before the enemy could open fire, Galadun used his Flamer to turn them and their weapon into charred remains.