Chapter 453: War Hammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Brevis, this war machine, under Isud's precise scheduling, began operating at high speed with unprecedented efficiency.

Beneath the magnificent architecture of Upper City, rows of Vanguard Army soldiers assembled in neat strides.

They wore uniform blue-grey power armor, their laser guns reflecting cold light.

The Gene Thief officers leading them had sharp eyes and efficient movements, completing the entire formation in just ten minutes.

Beside them, the State Religion's Combat Nuns wore pure white power armor, wielding flamethrowers and chain swords.

Chanting the Emperor's holy hymn loudly, their fervent faith seemed to shroud them in a faint golden light.

The nobles' private armies appeared uneven.

Some nobles brought well-equipped family guards, with power armor and weapons all custom-made.

Others had only gathered a few hundred servants carrying old laser guns, lagging behind the formation.

But whether willing or not, facing the Vanguard Army's deterrence and the threat of Chaos, no one dared truly desert in battle.

The North Route Allied Army was like a steel flood, surging mightily along the Nest Capital's high-speed passage toward the Middle City Upper Entrance.

Meanwhile, in the dark and damp Lower City, the scene was even more chaotic and turbulent.

Countless ragged civilians surged out from the slums.

They held all kinds of weapons in their hands.

Scavenged old laser guns, sharpened steel pipe machetes, even just clutching a heavy alloy plate.

The Big Bosses of the Scavenger Alliance walked at the very front, followed by their respective subordinates.

Gang members had cigarettes in their mouths, cursing as they squeezed into the crowd.

Even the old people and children who usually hid in corners clinging to life carried ammunition boxes behind the formation.

One month's food was, to them, the hope of survival.

They surged toward the Middle City Lower Entrance like a tide along the Lower City's crisscrossing pipes and alleys.

Their numbers were over ten times that of the North Route Allied Army, their equipment pitifully crude, but their fearless spirit was in no way inferior to regular troops.

At the same time, above Brevis's orbit.

The Tithe Fleet's James Tong had already adjusted its hull attitude, the macro cannon array on its broadside slowly turning, cannon mouths aimed at the Chaos occupied zone of Middle City.

Dominic stood on the bridge, beneath his red hair a solemn face.

He had not expected that, not long after arriving at Brevis, he first encountered the unfathomably powerful Green-skinned Warlord, and now the Thousand Sons Legion had descended.

"Calibrate firing parameters, avoid Middle City's normal areas, prioritize striking Chaos defensive fortifications." Dominic ordered in a deep voice,

"First volley, ready, fire!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The James Tong's fifty-two macro cannons roared first, leading the Tithe Fleet in bombarding the target.

Explosive shells weighing several tons dragged long tail flames, tearing through the atmosphere, smashing toward the Chaos positions of Middle City.

Massive explosion sounds rang out consecutively at Middle City's edge, soaring firelight dyeing half the sky red.

Sturdy factory walls under the macro cannon bombardment shattered like paper, temporary defensive fortifications instantly leveled to the ground.

Chaos believers hiding behind didn't even have time to scream before being blown into blood mist across the sky.

Orbital fire support officially opened the curtain of the great decisive battle.

"Charge! For the Emperor!"

The North Route Allied Army's vanguard forces launched the charge first.

Vanguard Army soldiers advanced in skirmish lines, laser guns firing in volleys to form a dense fire net, suppressing the Chaos believers at the frontline positions so they couldn't raise their heads.

The Combat Nuns were like white sharp blades, tearing open enemy lines, chain swords spinning at high speed, slashing the charging mutant monsters one by one.

But soon, they met their true match.

Several Norsaka wizards in black robes walked out from behind the fortifications.

Psyker ghost light flickered in their eyes; with a light wave of their scepters, several psyker missiles howled out, smashing into the Imperial Army positions.

Several Vanguard Army soldiers failed to dodge in time, struck by psyker energy, their bodies instantly twisted and deformed, turning into a pool of pus amidst screams.

"Wizards! Chaos wizards!"

Amidst the soldiers' exclamations, the Norsaka wizards also began chanting.

Purple psyker flames rose in their palms, then turned into fire rain pouring from the sky, covering a large area of the attack zone.

The soul-searing pain made the soldiers emit shrill screams, and their formation instantly fell into chaos.

"Hold the formation! Heavy explosive gun squads suppress! Assault squads flank from behind!"

Vanguard Army officers roared loudly, quickly adjusting tactics.

Heavy explosive guns roared unceasingly, dense bullets pouring toward the Norsaka wizards.

But they were offset by the Chaos eggs and defensive fortifications before them.

The South Route battlefield was equally tragic.

The Lower City civilian militia surged forward like a tide, but crashed headlong against the Chaos positions, battered and bloodied.

Cultists operated modified heavy machine guns, madly sweeping fire into the charging crowds.

Civilians at the very front fell in swathes, blood flowing down the street slopes, gathering into red rivulets.

But no one retreated.

Those behind trampled the corpses of those ahead, still charging forward madly.

They knew retreating back meant starving to death; charging forward still held a sliver of survival.

On the chaotic battlefield, the Qi Diao Zhe, relying on their familiarity with Nest Capital's alleyways, constantly flanked and ambushed from side ventilation pipes and abandoned passages, using homemade explosive packs to blow up enemy firepower points.

Gang members fought in groups of three or five, firing a shot and changing position, engaging Chaos Believers in cruel street fighting in the most streetwise manner.

Every street in Middle City, every factory, every stretch of pipe became a slaughter battlefield.

Under the command of Thousand Sons sorcerers, the Supreme Servant Corps, relying on Middle City's originally existing heavy industrial buildings and hastily cultivated defensive fortifications, conducted defense in an orderly manner.

Psychic attacks and heavy firepower cross-cooperated, repelling Imperial Army charges time and again.

They were like a nail, nailed dead fast into Middle City's land; no matter how fierce the Imperial cannon fire, they did not budge an inch.

The Warp Domain was still expanding slowly; the Chaos Power within the domain grew increasingly rich.