Chapter 11: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

A sub-group of the Iron Hand War Group, the Son of Medusa.

Known for their toughness, ruthlessness, and extreme worship of machinery and firepower.

Their arrival means the Upper Level of the Nest Capital finally abandoned the fantasy of "internal self-healing."

Preparing to burn the abscess on this rotten soil in the most brutal and thorough way.

The landing place is located at a giant unloading platform in the Fifth District that was urgently cleared.

Once piled with containers and rusted machinery, this place is now empty enough to make one's heart panic.

Pale industrial searchlights illuminate every inch of the ground in minute detail, and magnify every old stain and scratch on the steel floor.

Lin En, as an "Abnormal Creature Inspector" and a "civil servant who performed well recently."

Gained the qualification to observe from the sidelines, standing on one side far from the center.

Together with several dozen tense Legal Affairs Department officials, Guard Officers, and a few low-level bureaucrats.

They are like an honor guard, and also like goods awaiting inspection.

No welcome ceremony, no long-winded speech.

When that low-frequency pulse turned into a substantial, eardrum-oppressing roar.

An iron-gray painted, hard-lined and angular "Thunder Eagle" gunship, like a giant rock that had been forged.

Vertically pierced the chemical smoke always permeating the platform sky, and landed steadily in the designated area.

The high-temperature airflow from the engine nozzles scorched the ground, rising as distorted heat waves, baking the air dry and scorching.

The hatch burst open with a boom.

First surging out was not a figure, but a cold breath mixed with high-grade lubricating oil, coolant, purifying ozone, and a deeper smell almost like metal itself.

Afterwards, ten tall figures marched out in formation.

Son of Medusa.

Their power armor is a uniform emerald green, with only the shoulder armor bearing a distinct clan mark.

Pure white, hard-lined emblems, symbolizing their bloodline and inheritance from the "Magra" clan within the Iron Hand.

The warriors of this clan are famous for their paranoid pursuit of heavy firepower and mastery of complex machinery.

More eye-catching is their helmet, all pure white, reflecting a cold and ruthless gloss under the searchlights.

The visual sensors on the face mask emit a dim red glow, like embers of a hell furnace.

Their steps are completely consistent, heavy and precise, and the low hum of the power armor servo system also maintains an amazing synchronization rate.

It sounds not like ten warriors walking, but like a huge, precise war machine smoothly moving its parts.

No extra movements, no communication, not even a glance sweeping without a kind of programmed efficiency.

Seeing the arrivals, Lin En and the other officials immediately performed the Eagle Salute, to show respect for the "Emperor's Angels."

And Lin En's gaze took the opportunity to quickly scan this squad, trying to parse their configuration with his past-life knowledge and what he saw before him.

The leading sergeant, with a sturdier build than the other warriors.

The officer mark on his shoulder armor and the faint "Iron Halo" of distorted light behind him highlight his identity.

A huge Heavy Missile Gun hangs at his waist, on the other side is a coldly gleaming Power Axe, and several Thermal Bombs are fixed on his chest armor.

He is the brain, the sharp blade, and also the final destruction switch.

Following closely behind are four warriors wielding Heavy Grenade Launchers.

Huge gun bodies, thick ammunition belts, they are the pillar of sustained firepower, responsible for suppressing and sweeping away any enemy daring to appear in groups.

Another five warriors have different weapons, three carrying fuel tanks, holding fearsome Flamethrowers in hand, with dark gun mouths.

The other two carry even bulkier Heat Melt Guns emitting dangerous energy fluctuations.

They are the purifiers of the area and the Crusher Cannons of heavy nodes.

This is a Magra Destruction Squad born purely for destruction.

No flexible combination common to tactical squads, only the concept of saturated firepower delivery that turns everything into scorched earth.

But this isn't over yet.

After the first "Thunder Eagle," another slightly larger, more rugged Thunder Eagle Transport slowly landed.

The hatch opened, and what surged out was not more Space Marines, but Servitors.

A large number of human wrecks who underwent cruel mechanical modification, retaining only basic biological functions.

They move stiffly but orderly, each carrying or dragging heavy ammunition boxes, fuel tanks, spare weapon modules, even small mobile gun mounts.

They silently merge behind the Space Marines, like unconscious supply tentacles extended by the war machine.

The Magra Clan's obsession with "mechanization" and "sustained heavy firepower coverage" is fully displayed at this moment.

The Nest Capital officials subconsciously held their breath, even the Governor's Representative most skilled at flattery.

Before that array of cold white helmets, they were also at a loss, with prepared welcome words stuck in their throats.

The sergeant stepped forward one step, his iron boots striking the metal ground with a clear echo.

He completely ignored the representative, his white helmet turning slightly, dim red target lenses scanning the group of mortal officials before him.

That gaze had no temperature, no evaluation, only pure, instrumental scanning.

"Data Terminal Interface."

The voice sounded through the helmet's amplifier, steady and low, without a flicker of emotion, like a mechanical voice.

Representative hesitated for a second, then hastily gestured for his subordinates to present the prepared data slate.

That officer, Lin En later learned, was named Cassius.

He took the data slate and plugged it directly into an interface on his arm armor.

The dark red target lens flashed several times; after about ten seconds, he returned the data slate.

"All security incidents, abnormal disappearances, and energy anomaly reports from the past five years."

"Raw data, within twenty-four hours."

His request was concise to the point of brutality.

"Local armed forces need not accompany, to avoid friendly fire and prevent information leaks."

No room for negotiation; this was a notification.

Medusa's Son Warrior Team's first cleanup operation began on the first day after their arrival.

Just like its parent war group Iron Hand, efficiency came first, like a machine.

Lin En, through the convenience of his current internal channels, obtained a post-action battle report that had been heavily redacted but still offered a glimpse of the situation.

The target was an abandoned Synthetic Protein Factory located at the border between the Sixth District and the Seventh District.

Intelligence indicated that a medium-scale Tyranid Hatchery Nest had formed there, gathering a considerable number of mutants and possibly even Pureblood Gene Stealers.

The battle process was hardly described in detail, focusing instead on the results and scene characteristics:

"The target area has been thoroughly purified."

"Confirmed elimination of approximately twelve hundred to fifteen hundred mutant creature units."

"On-site investigation shows all hostile units were struck by heavy explosive weapons or high-energy heat melt weapons, the vast majority completely destroyed or vaporized."

"The battle left significant terrain changes,"

"the metal floor and structures in the main engagement area showing large-scale melted and solidified states, forming unique wave-like or splatter-like glassy deposits,"

"some load-bearing pillars were penetrated or melted and deformed by heat melt weapons,"

"the air retains high concentrations of ozone, metal vapor, and characteristic particles from the complete incineration of organic matter."

"Multiple markings consistent with the 'Medusa's Son Warrior Team-Magra Clan Tactical Regulations' were found at the scene."

"Simplified runes representing purification and mechanical blessing, etched onto molten metal using heat melt weapons or lasers."

"Some key nodes retain spray-painted markings unique to that clan, imitating lava cooling patterns."

At the conclusion of the report, the recorder used a term commonly circulated within the Empire to describe that area—"Land of Steel Baptism."