Chapter 97: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Tyranids

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Hammond Walker lay prone behind cover, watching the scene, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had seen knights in combat; three years ago at the Gate of Cadia, he had followed the legion and fought side by side with other knight families for three days.

Those knights were strong, but they seemed somewhat different from the Holy Galus Knight before him.

Not in firepower or other aspects, but in defense.

He saw several Deathless Dreadnoughts fire rocket nests in a volley at the silver-gray knight, with at least a hundred rocket hits.

According to Hammond's experience, although the knight's ion shield would not overload, it would at least produce violent fluctuations.

But the Holy Galus's shield only rippled, its attenuation abnormally slow, and soon restored to its initial state.

Those rockets were like stones cast into a deep pool, splashing briefly before falling silent.

"Brevest's technology..." Hammond muttered softly.

He had heard rumors that the Saint Galus Family mastered some unique technology, originating from a secret of Brevis.

Now it seemed the rumors might be true.

The knight's appearance steadied the defensive line; these strongest ground forces of the Empire brought no small encouragement to the soldiers.

For the next six hours, the humans barely held the gap.

Aiden's knight mecha became a mobile firepower fortress, going wherever the crisis was.

The Gatling cannon's ammunition ran out three times, each time with a squire knight covering its retreat to the rear for resupply.

But there were too many green skins, enough to inspire despair.

At noon on the second day, the gap was close to being overrun.

The green skins feared no death and launched countless charges.

How many died, no one could count clearly.

Only that the corpses piled up to block the gap again, then were blown open by bombs, and the green skins continued their assaults.

The United Army began to collapse; Lei Ou still wanted to organize a counterattack, but orders could no longer be passed down.

The soldiers' nerves were stretched to the limit; seeing the endless green tide surge in, even the last bit of courage dissipated.

"Young Master!" Aiden's voice roared over the comms, "Retreat! Now!"

Lei Ou shook his head; he stood at the very front of the defensive line, with fewer than ten bodyguards left by his side.

In the distance, three Ork Mechas were approaching, followed by tens of thousands of Ork Boyz.

"You go," he told the bodyguards.

"Sir!"

"This is an order!" Lei Ou drew his chain sword, "Go back and tell my grandfather...

"Forget it, there's nothing to say."

He looked at the approaching green skins and took a deep breath.

But today was surely not his day of death, for a new sound came from the distance.

Not the roar of knight mechas or the howls of green skins, but a dense and fervent sound!

The shrill whistle of shells tearing through the air, the hiss of laser beams scorching the air, and the roar of steel engines.

Lei Ou looked back; on the southern horizon appeared an endless tide of steel.

First to enter view were over a thousand Leman Russ tanks, arrayed in neat formations.

Painted overall in blue-gray, with the Imperial Aquila insignia on their sides.

Shells began to fall, a saturation strike.

The entire C8 Zone Rear Wall Area was instantly covered in explosions and flames.

The charging Green Skin Army was struck like by a great hammer; the front rank was vaporized outright, the middle rank torn apart by shrapnel, and the rear rank swept off their feet by the shockwave.

Next came Chimera Armored Vehicles, their vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns hailing down a rain of bullets, ceaselessly reaping green skin lives.

Finally came Manticore Self-Propelled Artillery; each salvo could clear an area the size of a football field.

And at the very center of the formation was a colossal machine.

Cold Peak Super Heavy Tank.

It was a super heavy tank manufactured by the Industrial Alliance imitating the Poison Blade Tank; though not equal to the Poison Blade Tank, it was also extremely precious.

The Cold Peak Tank's main cannon was a Plasma Bombardment Cannon, with secondary weapons including four laser cannons, two Heavy Grenade Launchers, and two Missile Launcher Nests.

The hull was painted dark blue, with a flag belonging to the Planetary Governor mounted behind the turret: blue field with a Golden Eagle.

Around the Cold Peak Tank were escorted eight modified Leman Russ tanks.

These tanks had thicker armor, larger main cannon bores, and soldiers in Exquisite Power Armor standing on their turrets.

Iron Guard, the most elite troops of the Industrial Alliance, directly matched the elite forces of the PDF.

They were Chief Cui's "sincerity" in showing loyalty to Lin En: one super heavy tank and ten thousand Iron Guard matching PDF elites.

Standing atop the Cold Peak Tank's hatch was a man: Keli Feng, or rather, Lin En.

He wore Reinforced Shell Armor, with a dark blue cloak draped over his shoulders.

He held a Holy Relic Bolter in his hand, golden wings engraved on both sides of the gun body.

He looked toward the battlefield, the bolter firing ceaselessly.

The Green Skins were obviously stunned by the sudden bombardment, but after a few seconds of being stunned.

Seeing so many "big toys," the eyes of the Ork Boyz lit up instantly.

"Waaaagh!!!" They turned direction, abandoned pursuing the retreating United Army, and all charged toward the armored troops.

Then they saw what saturated firepower meant.

What does it mean when five thousand vehicles open fire at the same time?

Even Lei Ou had never seen such a scene in his entire life.

Countless models of metal bullets and deadly beams of various colors intertwined into a net of death, covering the entire area where the Green Skins were.

The Green Skins at the very front were physically erased instantly, or blasted into the sky along with their ramshackle vehicles.

The Green Skins behind continued to charge, then stepped into the dust.

Explosions merged into one piece, flames surged tens of meters high, and thick smoke obscured the sky.

The shockwave even reached the Human Position, and tens of thousands of soldiers who had no time to retreat were devoured by the firelight.

But no one complained, because sacrifice was the most common thing.

For the Empire, human life had always been the least valuable resource.

The armored cluster began to advance, slowly but unstoppably crushing the battlefield.

The main cannon of the Leman Russ Tank precisely targeted Beastman vehicles, Chimeras used machine guns to sweep up the leaking Ork Boyz, and various heavy cannons provided long-range firepower support.

And the Cold Wind Tank was always at the very front of the array.

Lin En stood on the turret, constantly opening fire.

His marksmanship was very accurate; every time the bomb gun sounded, an Ork Boyz's head blasted open.

Some Green Skins tried to attack the tank with Wasteland-style rocket launchers, but just as they raised the launcher, they were precisely sniped by the surrounding Iron Guards.

What shocked Lei Ou even more was the morale of those Vanguard Army, especially the infantry advancing behind the armored group.

Their eyes revealed fanaticism, shouting "For the Governor! For Brevus!".

Then they fearlessly charged toward the Green Skins.

Why? Lei Ou soon found the answer.

Because Lin En was always at the very front.

Wherever the Cold Wind Tank went, he was there.

Even a heavily armored Beastman Big Boss broke through the firepower net and pounced onto the tank.

Lin En jumped off the tank without a word and fought it in close combat with a Power Sword.

No exquisite skill, only the purest numerical crushing.

That heavily armored Big Boss didn't even clearly see Lin En's movements before he found his vision starting to spin, and finally his face had intimate contact with the ground.

The soldiers saw Lin En behead the Beastman Big Boss with one sword, and burst into earth-shaking cheers.

"A true man should be like this." Lei Ou watched this scene and said somewhat obsessively.