Chapter 66: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Above the Frost Ban Wall.

The last air-to-air missile was launched from a Lightning Fighter, precisely striking an Orc Helicopter ahead.

This was the 92nd Green Skin air vehicle shot down by Flight Squadron Captain Olev today.

In addition, there were countless Green Skin "Storm Boyz."

His azure eyes, through his mask, swept over the flashing red warnings on the instrument panel.

The ammunition counter had long since returned to zero, fuel was nearly exhausted, and the engine emitted a strained wail

but he did not return, because his mission had not yet ended.

On the snowfield below, more than a dozen scrap tanks painted with red spray were speeding across the snow at full power.

Their tank tracks or tires left deep marks on the snow.

Each vehicle carried a bloated, huge spherical creature constantly seeping yellow-green mucus.

According to the intelligence bulletin from headquarters, these spherical creatures were biological poison gas bombs "carefully" concocted by the Green Skins.

Tremendous power and extremely strong contamination.

Their target was the lifeline of the Bravius Main Hive, the moat "Man River" surrounding the Main Hive.

The water source of the Man River came from mountain snowmelt and deep groundwater, treated by the complex purification system inside the Main Hive.

Supplying drinking and industrial water for tens of billions of people across the entire Nest Capital.

Once these poison gas bombs were detonated in the Man River, the toxic substances would contaminate the entire water system with the water flow, and the purification system would be completely paralyzed.

This would be a fatal blow to Bravius.

Originally, there were over a hundred scrap tanks crossing the Frost Ban Wall.

But under the desperate blockade by the Brunt Longblades at the first moment, and the pursuit by the "Ice Claw Clan" cavalry arriving afterwards, most of the tanks had been destroyed.

Only these last dozen or so fish that slipped through the net remained, breaking through layers of interception, now less than fifty kilometers from the Man River.

They absolutely cannot be allowed to pass!

Olev opened the squadron frequency: "Lightning Flight Squadron, all personnel, assemble immediately."

Eleven Lightning Fighters assembled in the air.

"Those xenos below want to go to the Man River.

They want to poison Bravius's water, poison the hope of this planet's survival."

"Our army brothers used their lives to block the Green Skins' main force on the wall.

The warriors of the Ice Claw Clan are chasing these xenos across the Ice Plains, hacking at them.

Now, it's our turn."

The ammunition of these eleven fighters had all been exhausted.

But the flight forces of the Brunt Longblades have always had a tradition.

That is to install a thermal bomb on the nose capable of destroying a Leman Russ Tank.

When ammunition is exhausted, they are the last missile.

"Target, Green Skin convoy, For the Emperor!"

"Charge!!!"

Eleven scarred Lightning Fighters, like eleven burning meteors, broke through the wind and snow.

Carrying the determination of certain death, they plunged toward the Red Chariots.

The cold wind howled outside the window; what were Olev's jewel-like deep blue eyes thinking of in the end?

Pity?

For the emaciated slum people of Bravius, where was their redemption?

Irony?

It was the "Noble Private Army" assembled on the other side of the Man River, unwilling to take a single step across it.

Contemplation?

For this planet, covered in snow year-round just like his hometown, where exactly was its Savior?

In the final moment of the charge, Olev stared fixedly at the scrap tank at the very front.

He could see the Tech Boss Grot on the vehicle, jumping excitedly, fantasizing about after detonating the "Big Boss" custom Squig bomb.

Being promoted to a respected Big Tech, then creating more astonishing big explosions!

But his delusion would certainly not be realized.

The Lightning Fighter landed on its head.

The nose suddenly blasted open, and the built-in thermal bomb was activated.

A pillar of blindingly white light bloomed from the blasted-open nose, instantly covering the scrap tank below.

The principle of the thermal bomb was to instantly release an ultra-high-density energy beam, completely destroying, melting, and vaporizing the molecular structure of the target matter.

At such close range, the scrap tank directly hit didn't even have a chance to explode.

It vanished silently in that white-hot pillar of light.

Metal was melted into molten iron, Green Skins and Squigs were instantly vaporized.

A mushroom cloud mixed with flames, metallic steam, and toxic smoke rose over the snowfield.

The violent shockwave blew away the nearby snow, exposing the black frozen soil beneath.

At another ten positions, ten mushroom clouds of varying sizes rose at the same time.

These were the last eleven missiles from Brant's flight squadron.

They turned those dozen-odd scrap tanks carrying deadly bombs, along with the ambitions and fantasies of the Tech Boss grots, into nothingness.

Into nothingness.

The Green Skins never reached Man River.

"Commissar!!!" Seeing the Commissar consumed by flames, the soldiers cried out in grief and rage.

The flames continued to spray for several seconds, turning that area into a purgatory.

Brugga laughed triumphantly, thinking that annoying little insect had already been burned to ash.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

Amidst the rolling flames, a figure slowly stood up.

Flames burned all over his body, his blue military uniform long since turned to ash.

His features were blurred beyond recognition, but in his hand he held a power sword already charred black.

Brugga recovered from his shock, let out a roar of violent anger, and raised his machete, wanting to cleave this person in two.

But it was too slow.

On that charred power sword, blue-gold mixed lightning miraculously danced once more upon the blade.

The burning figure moved first.

His movement was simple.

A charge, then a slash.

But in Brugga's eyes, only a blurred residual image could be captured.

Time seemed to stand still for an instant.

A dazzling fan-shaped gold-blue radiance smoothly traced across Brugga's waist.

The next second, Brugga was split in two.

The Green Skins' renowned tenacity of life lost its effect at this moment.

It fell heavily to the ground, unable to understand why it had been killed so easily.

Murky green blood and organs splashed onto the snow.

Commissar Marcus kept his sword-swinging posture, standing in place.

The flames on his body were extinguished along with his life.

Charred, ruined, unrecognizable as human form, yet still standing straight.

The wind and snow continued, but the sound of guns and cannons never ceased.

But at this moment, all Brunt Longblades in Frost Ban Wall C8 Section who witnessed this scene—

Whether officer or soldier, a near-mad flame of vengeance burned in their eyes.

They had no time for grief and mourning.

They turned all their sorrow into the fury of vengeance!

"For the Commissar!!!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

"Kill all these Xenos!!!"