Chapter 437: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

The rusted giant axe swung, flesh and blood flying.

The Pastors did not take up weapons to resist fiercely, but their most powerful weapon, the Light of Faith, was as fragile as a sheet of paper before physical slaughter.

One after another, Pastors fell into the blood pool, their golden radiance extinguishing one by one with their masters' deaths.

The cabin was filled with the pungent smell of blood and poison gas mixed together, pages of scriptures scattered across the floor, soaked in blood.

Dozens of Pastors were soon swept clean.

At the moment the last Pastor fell, every soldier on the entire defensive line felt it.

The warm, reassuring power that had weighed upon their hearts disappeared.

The Emperor's Light of Faith was extinguished.

The next second, the terrifying Warp Plague spread across the entire defensive line in an instant like a bursting flood.

The Rust Plague, no longer suppressed by the power of faith, began to madly erode every mortal exposed to the air.

The soldiers first felt their skin itch, then a severe burning sensation, yellow-green rust spots spreading at a visible speed from their necks and the backs of their hands.

Some began to cough violently, coughing up blood foam smelling of rust.

Some collapsed directly to the ground, their bodies twitching, as if insects were writhing beneath their skin.

Morale collapsed instantly.

The Defensive Navy, which originally lacked heavy firepower and vehicle support, became even more powerless under the plague's impact.

Soldiers in the front rows fell in droves, those in the back began to retreat in panic, and the formation fell into chaos.

And the Zombie Army and Plague Vehicles happened to press forward at this time; the remaining fewer than four thousand zombies trampled over corpses and surged into the defensive line, drowning the soldiers still resisting one by one.

But at this moment, the psychological impact brought by the zombie tide was far more fierce than the physical attack.

The shooting of laser guns became increasingly sparse, shrieks and the roars of zombies merging into one.

The First Line of Defense, carefully arranged by Dominic, the perfect line he had placed great hopes in, was just like that crushed head-on.

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In the command cabin, Dominic received the battle report.

From the communication device came the intermittent roars of the front-line garrison officer, then a shriek, followed by piercing static noise.

Dominic's face was gloomy enough to drip water.

The First Line of Defense was the one he had prepared most thoroughly, with the most concentrated troops and the most complete firepower configuration.

He originally thought that even if they could not stop the Plague Warriors, they could at least hold out for an hour to buy time for the rear arrangements.

But it was gone in less than half an hour.

And it was crushed head-on.

Not penetration, nor a sneak attack, but the enemy using the most brutal, most direct method, forcibly breaking through his perfect line.

Even worse, the lines behind would only become more fragile.

The higher up the Upper Level one went, the more complex the passages, the fewer troops that could be deployed, and the sparser the firepower points.

But the enemy's Plague Army only grew larger the more they fought; every fallen soldier would become a zombie, and every corrupted vehicle would become a new Plague Vehicle.

This was a snowballing process, and the snowball would only roll bigger and faster.

Conventional methods could no longer stop it.

Dominic closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He must decapitate.

Only by killing those Plague Warriors, especially the Chaos Veteran leading them, could there be a chance to hold the James Tong.

Interrupting the plague's command and spread core was the only way to possibly defend the James Tong.

But to kill an enemy at the Space Marine level, ordinary soldiers could not do it at all, and the Wentulia Elite could only barely restrain them.

Only he himself could go.

Dominic Wentilia, a warrior cultivated by the clan at the cost of countless resources, captain of the James Tong, was himself a mortal powerhouse experienced in a hundred battles.

Plus the Celestial Lion Guard by his side, warriors even more formidable than the Wentulia Elite.

The Tian Shi Guards wearing Terminator Power Armor were each absolutely loyal to him and the clan.

Only by leading his bodyguards into battle personally, plus the Silent Sisters, could there be a chance to stop them.

"General."

Deputy Colonel Karen's voice sounded beside him, carrying a trace of suppressed anxiety.

He had followed Dominic for over ten years and could tell at a glance what this Major General was planning again.

The expression on Dominic's face, that look in his eyes.

Without asking, one knew it was the expression of someone who had resolved to go into battle personally.

"You cannot go." Karen's voice was somewhat tense.

"Have you forgotten what happened last time when Lianggenna stormed the ship? He almost..."

He did not finish, but the picture was already clear enough.

Last time, that Green-skinned Warlord named Lianggenna stormed the James Tong, fighting all the way to the Bridge, and almost took Dominic's life.

The danger of that time was still vivid in Karen's mind to this day.

He thought Dominic would reject his dissuasion outright, just like always.

This Major General Adult had always kept his word; once he decided on something, no one could persuade him otherwise.

But this time, Dominic did not immediately retort.

He merely stood there, watching their own Control Area continuously shrinking on the Holographic Projection, watching that patch of yellow-green Corrosion Zone constantly spreading upward, and did not speak for a long while.

After a good long while, he finally spoke, his voice carrying a fatigue and helplessness Karen had never heard before.

"I know what you are Worry about."

Dominic's voice was very light, yet very Heavy.

"Karen, how many years have you followed me?"

"Thirteen years, General."

"Thirteen years it has been." He let out a light Sigh, "You should know what the James Tong means to me."

Karen fell Silent.

He naturally knew.

The James Tong was not an ordinary Cruiser.

It was the Flagship the entire Dominic Clan exhausted generations of painstaking effort, pulled countless connections, and spent unimaginable resources to secure for Dominic.

This was the foundation the Clan gave him, the capital for him to gain a foothold in the Imperial Navy, and even more the glory and proof of him as the Clan Heir.

The Castle Rayne Family did not count as a Top-Tier aristocratic clan; to be able to produce a Battlecruiser for a young General as a foundation to stand on also took considerable family heritage.

Everyone was watching, watching whether Dominic could pilot this ship and make the Clan's prestige resound in the Star Sea, letting the Wentriley surname advance a step further.

"If the James Tong sinks here," Dominic's voice remained calm, and Ice Cold Determination.

"If it is tainted by Chaos, and in the end can only be ordered incinerated by the Tribunal."

"Then the Clan's so many years of painstaking effort, my so many years of struggle, and the Sacrifice of those brothers who followed me through life and death, would all become a joke."

"My Faith, the Clan's expectations, would all turn into idle talk for others after meals."

"Look, that Grot from the Castle Rayne Family, couldn't even hold onto his own ship, and even got Corrupted by Chaos."

He turned his head, looking at Karen, his eyes held no impulse, only a Heavy Ice Cold Determination.

"I cannot watch helplessly as it is tainted."

"The James Tong stands, I stand."

Karen opened his mouth, still wanting to say something, but in the end only let out a heavy Sigh.