Chapter 85: Titan Rampage

Inside Abadon's temporary flagship.

The Thousand-Child Wizard, clad in blue mysterious Power Armor, gazed at Abadon.

As a Chaos War General, the Chaos Rebel Army under Abadon was originally composed of rebel war gangs from various Chaos Factions.

At this moment, the Thousand-Child Wizard before him was evidently directly assigned by Jianqi.

However, unlike other Chaos War Gangs' absolute obedience to their revered deity, after Abadon understood Jianqi's intention, he surprisingly did not respond immediately.

He simply stood in place, his eyes reflecting some contemplation.

The Thousand-Child Wizard silently watched Abadon; unlike other Chaos Factions, Jianqi's followers generally possessed extraordinary patience, and when faced with the various reactions and actions of those around them, they always seemed to have everything under anticipated control.

Although many of their plans often fail, don't ask why, since Jianqi knows everything, yet they still always fail.

Because as soon as you ask, they will shout about some "grand plan," as if losing is also part of their scheme.

The Thousand-Child Wizard did not urge Abadon, and after Abadon pondered for a moment, he surprisingly did not act immediately, but instead replied with a question:

"What benefit does this give me?"

He actually bargained, but the Thousand-Child Wizard, with a look of having known this all along, simply raised his hand and opened a star map.

Staring at the continuously flickering points on the star map, the Thousand-Child Wizard spoke:

"Here lies the item you've been seeking; once you fulfill Jianqi's command, these Coordinates will be yours."

Abadon's complexion froze; although he hadn't expected his and Washituoer's plan to truly conceal itself from the Four Gods, now that Jianqi presented it, he still felt some apprehension.

After carefully glancing at the star map and pondering again, Abadon finally straightened up, walked toward the Bridge, and said:

"Send me the Coordinates."

Having said that, he moved to the command seat; facing the crew looking at him, Abadon's gaze was fixed on the ground beneath his feet:

"Cease evacuation, dispatch landing forces to the surface, clear ground defenses, and immediately commence planetary surface extermination."

Boom—cannon fire.

The overall tremor from the continental plate, even within the Forge Fortress in the Arctic, could still be felt shaking the structure.

Within the Command Center, the Empire's senior officials were continuously drafting battle plans, while the remnants of the orbital fleet above hid within the ground fire's protection zone.

Along the Space Elevator, reinforcements continuously poured in from nearby star systems.

Xisi stood inside the Command Center, viewing the outside through windows and displays; even at a defensive line Xisi observed, the Star Realm Army's banner had already changed seven times within just two days.

Compared to humanity's defensive battle in the Arctic, the war beyond was even more terrifying.

Even without the displays, merely looking into the distance with the naked eye, the entire Ustali resembled a scene of apocalypse.

Countless towering, crowded factory clusters, with the skyline backdrop filled with alternating mushroom clouds of various colors, repeatedly churned by Green Skin, Chaos, and Tairen.

Even the Empire, which stubbornly defended the Arctic, had gone berserk, dropping massive-yield nuclear bombs en masse onto the fallen zones.

This directly caused vast swaths of Ustali's land to be saturated with intense nuclear radiation.

Besides nuclear radiation, there were also Tairen Acid Rain, Chaos Distortion, and Green Skin Blaze.

If you wonder why they didn't choose the more powerful, cleaner hydrogen bomb, the Mechanical Church assures you, because the nuclear bombs they drop not only have hydrogen bomb power but also the horrific radiation of a dirty bomb.

As for cleanliness......

Sorry, the followers of Om Messiah fear no radiation!

Even if underground factories beneath the drop zone continue producing, the Mechanical Church doesn't care at all; at worst, they wait for those workers to be killed by radiation, then send in new ones.

After all, even soldiers don't survive more than a few hours; do the workers still hope to see tomorrow's sun?

If workers insist on seeing the sun before dying, they can simply drop another nuclear bomb right above your head.

If it's not bright enough, I can drop a few more.

Now the Arctic only has a massive Void Shield and anti-air firepower; otherwise, it would have already been well dealt with by various extermination weapons.

Even if one ignores the distant alternating mushroom clouds, Xisi merely shifted his gaze slightly downward and could see several rows of towering colossal forms that seemed like moving mountains, accompanied by a massive red sun behind him, slowly trembling the earth as they emerged over the horizon.

They were one row after another of giant Titans trampling the ground.

Tairen biological Titans even formed queues, one after another slowly crushing the surface; their massive tails continuously spewed corrosive plasma, as huge as meteors, toward the front.

The plasma moved slowly, while opposite them, cannonballs as large as buildings were hurled, striking the thick chitinous shells of the biological Titans with force.

Because directly opposite stood equally rowed, exaggeratedly sized "Super Ancient Giant Debris"!

These rugged, barbaric Green Skin Titans, wielding equally massive cannons, continuously roared out plumes of black smoke in response to the Tairen.

Beneath the massive Titans of both sides lay more medium Titans, small vehicles, and an endless ground flood resembling grains of sand!

The frenzied onslaught of Tairen and Green Skin, even the attempt to carve out a control zone in a specific area solely for Chaos extermination, felt a wave of despair.

Because even if Abadon poured two Titan Legions in one breath, the patchwork still couldn't match the scale of two battle generals, four raiders, and a dozen war dogs, making it impossible to compare with the berserk Tairen and Green Skin.

Even without the Imperial Side's interference, Abadon made no progress toward his own objective.

Even in orbit, seeing the Empire's breeding insects had become like this, the Tairen could still line up Titans; even Abadon, in his heart, fiercely cursed the Judgment Court for its inaction!

What followed was confronting foes so terrifying they induced despair, and recklessly deploying extermination weapons!

While watching both sides refuse to yield, Abadon could only grit his teeth, dispatch more landing forces, and glare fiercely at the Arctic.

Regardless of which side's Titans win next, the next to be brutally beaten will inevitably be the Empire.

Abadon even thought of Xisi, who was currently at the Arctic, and felt a huge anticipation bubbling within.

"You beat me up, I accept."

But facing this Titan melee already resembling a "War of the Gods," Abadon didn't believe Xisi could handle it so easily!

And in the Arctic command center at this moment, even if Xisi wasn't participating in command, merely watching the distant cataclysmic battlefield, he knew that once the opponent shifted its aim, it would spell doom for the Empire's defending troops.

Seeing even Abadon pull out a reasonably sized Titan Legion, Xisi stared for a while before finally unable to hold back and interrupted the senior command behind him.

"This is the Forge World; do we not have Titans?"

Around the noisy command platform, the crowd quieted slightly upon hearing Xisi's question, and after looking around, the Foundry General and Sha Hansen gave their answers.

The Foundry General summoned a Servo Skull, which instantly projected a battlefield far from the control zone.

There, almost never seen, a figure in a red gear robe and countless Mechanical Church Guard surrounded a machine whose size even dwarfed biological Titans and Super Ancient Giant Debris, with a toppled Titan bearing a cathedral palace on its shoulders.

Just from that brief glance, Xisi saw that to rescue this Titan, the Mechanical Church had almost wiped out the hundreds of millions of Guardian Sect Army across all of Ustali.

And Sha Hansen explained beside the projection:

"Ustali also has a Titan Legion, but it had already collapsed and fallen from over‑intense work before the adults arrived."

"Now the Mechanical Church is urgently soothing the Machine Soul, hoping the Titan can rise again......"

"Not a Titan, it's a Divine Machine!"

Sha Hansen's words were unusually interrupted by the Foundry General, who even solemnly corrected Sha Hansen's phrasing.

Sha Hansen, looking at the Foundry General with narrowed eyes, did not get angry; he merely sighed, then turned to Xisi with a serious expression:

"This machine truly is a Divine Machine."

"Because it is a unit from the Dark Technology Era, the Human Empire's strongest surface unit, a walking Heavenly Punishment, a mobile Faith Fortress, surpassing War Generals, even War Generals'......"

"Imperial-level Titan!"