Chapter 121: The Overwhelming Legion Warriors

The Knight King received images from various defense nodes on the data slate embedded within the Daxuos Glory.

At Defense Node A-15, hundreds of Blue Unicorn Rhinos split into five groups and launched a charge toward the Tenacious.

Their running made the very earth tremble.

A dazzling blue light ignited on the horns of the four giant beasts at the forefront of the herd, and with a whistle, they struck the metal hull of the Tenacious.

Campbell could feel the angry roars and mournful cries emitted by the ancient Machine Spirit.

"My lord, requesting support..."

Before the Knight could finish speaking, he abruptly fell into a coma, and the communication channel fell into silence.

As the image shook, Campbell knew the white giant beast had launched a psychic attack on the Knight.

His will failed to resist the psychic shock, and he fell into a coma.

At this moment, only with the help of other Knights nearby could he escape danger.

But the Knight King no longer had enough battle-ready Knight Mechs to form the standard combat team of one veteran and two novices.

He could only scatter all the Knights to various defense nodes, hoping the scale of the beast tide was not large.

The Knight King's wishful thinking was ruthlessly shattered by the cold reality; in the shaking image, he saw the giant beasts, several meters tall, already surging toward the Tenacious like a tide.

The ancient Knight Mech was crushed in an instant.

【After this battle, how many Knight Mechs will remain?】

Campbell thought desolately, and in his brown eyes, he also saw those despicable, short sub-humans on other tactical screens.

They were clamoring, just like every time during the harvest, crawling out from their hidden rat holes to loot during the chaos.

Seeing this, Campbell understood he was powerless to stop those rats.

Blocking the beast tide had already forced him to use all his strength.

He knew that even if he could repel the beast tide—he knew that after paying a huge price, he could repel the mindless beasts—those locust-like rats would strip the serfs and even the Knight's castle clean.

He now had only one choice: to ask the Primarch before him for help.

After a second of hesitation, the Knight King decided to set aside his vanity; he stood up and said in a sincere tone.

"The scale of this beast tide far exceeds the past."

"Daxos needs help. I request that you, the Commander of the Eleventh Legion of the Human Empire, dispatch warriors. Vix Trix will remember everything you have done for us."

He paused, offering a practical promise.

"After that, Vix Trix will sign a covenant with you."

"I will provide you with help," Ninglu said with deep eyes and an unquestionable tone, "I will also win the subsequent duel, and you will submit to me."

Campbell had no time to argue about this topic, and he spoke urgently.

"Then, please have your Legion move out immediately."

"They have already been ordered to move out."

Ninglu raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The Knight King followed his finger and looked up, immediately seeing countless dense black dots in the azure sky.

They grew larger and larger, revealing their black hulls.

The warriors of the Eleventh Legion descended from the sky; compared to the scarce Knight Mechs, the Junluanzhanshi were numerous.

In addition to the four full-strength companies of the Third Legion that had been reinforced, there were twenty thousand Astartes who had not yet been sent to their respective Chapters.

Every ten Order Shadows formed a squad, marching with uniform steps to meet the beast tide.

A single volley of gunfire cleared a large area of the beast tide.

When an Order Shadow was subjected to a psychic attack, battle-brothers would immediately provide timely rescue.

Inheriting the superhuman perception of their Gene-Father, the Order Shadows locked onto the panicking and fleeing Ratlings, and with a single charge, they used the Chainswords in their hands to hack at the sub-humans not worth a single bolter round.

The Knights on various battlefields were astonished to find that the giant beasts and rats that had plagued them for countless generations were being defeated by the black-armored warriors with overwhelming force.

Within an hour of the Order Shadows joining the battle, the battlefield situation shifted from defense to a balance of power, and then rapidly to a one-sided pursuit.

Ninglu reviewed the battle reports from various fronts; he was satisfied to see the Order Shadows carrying out his philosophy: stay calm, find weaknesses, and deliver fatal blows.

Even the First Company led by Samir was influenced by the new Legion culture, maintaining their formation.

He activated his communication headset and issued an order to Tierni.

"The hands of the Ratlings are good trophies."

The hands of the naturally thieving Ratlings were the main ingredients for the Potion of the Tier 9 Thief.

Considering that collecting their dirty and weak hands was a humiliation to the honor-focused Astartes, Ninglu did not force his progeny.

"As you wish."

Tierni did not hesitate; he immediately accepted the order and led his Scout Platoon to set off.

On the edge of the battlefield, they locked onto a Ratling tribe of hundreds, who were running toward the farmland.

"Fire!"

The warriors of the Scout Platoon raised their guns and fired.

Shining beams and electric currents struck down hundreds of Ratlings.

The panicked sub-humans turned back and raised their guns to fire.

The naturally sharp-shooting Ratlings nimbly rolled on the ground, using the stolen guns of various qualities in their hands, moving fluidly to raise their guns, aim, and fire.

Dozens of Vostonia Auxiliary Army soldiers were hit instantly, but the bullets hit their black Carapace Armor and then weakly bounced off.

The ordinary kinetic weapons in the hands of the Ratlings posed no threat to the well-equipped scouts in Carapace Armor.

Another round of precise fire from the Vostonia warriors accurately hit the short figures kneeling in the rice fields.

When the Ratlings discovered that the weapons in their hands posed no threat to the enemy, while the opponent possessed marksmanship as excellent as their own, their morale collapsed immediately.

After casting an envious and lingering look at the enemy's superior equipment, they fled in panic in all directions.

"Pursue!"

Tierni issued the order, and the Warriors of the Scout Platoon launched precise strikes against the fleeing Ratlings, with only a few dozen lucky ones ultimately escaping.

After the battle ended, Tierni drew the combat dagger he carried with him; compared to the weapons of ordinary people, it was large enough to meet the standard of a short sword.

The Scout Platoon leader issued an order over the communication channel: "Cut off their hands."

Subsequently, he walked over to the corpse of a Ratling, crouched down, and used his short sword to cut off the filthy little hands that had stolen countless treasures.

At the same moment, the Knight King received a report from the Shengsheng Mars Hao that had just arrived at the battlefield, stating that the beast tide and the despicable rat swarm had been routed, and as it was pursuing the Blue Unicorn Rhino herd, he looked at Ninglu in Shock.

He realized that the Eleventh Legion not only possessed powerful warships capable of Warp travel but also possessed tens of thousands of black-armored Warriors.

Their combat power was inferior to that of the knights, but their numbers were a hundred times greater than his own side; even the Vickstrix Family in its prime could not contend with them.

If Ninglu wanted to, he could kill every single knight, including himself.

Just as Campbell was gripped by fear, the voices of the heroic spirits of his ancestors rang out.

"Campbell, have no fear; the Knight King of Vickstrix shall not fear the enemy."

"That's right, he has already agreed to a duel; as long as we win the victory, we can remain independent."

"..."

The Knight King regained his courage.

That's right, as long as he won the duel, that would be enough.

(End of this chapter)