A tiny surge of fear, a fear of the Rangdan, suddenly erupted in the veteran's mind.
He immediately understood that the approaching alien entity possessed psychic contamination.
"Hm!" A muffled groan sounded, and another Legion warrior fell.
There were also strong individuals among the Rangdan; several blades pierced vital points, taking the life of a Death Angel.
From the Rangdan's circular mouthpart, a pinkish, thorny spike emerged, covered in viscous fluid, identical to the one on the biological armor's head.
The alien was pleased, thinking that by merely inserting its mouthpart into a warrior's body, it could control the powerful warrior to fight for it.
However, its golden eyes saw an armored hand, its five fingers spread, reaching out towards it.
"I am a warrior of the Emperor!" the veteran's voice was low as he grabbed the alien entity, his thumb gouging out its eyeball:
"Weakness and fear, the faint instincts are suppressed to the extreme."
He squeezed his fingers, and the Rangdan's tentacles, in agony from the pressure, coiled around the cold armor.
Splat ~ The Rangdan alien entity was crushed and burst by brute force.
"Beware of the alien's death throes. The aliens want to control my mind; they possess psychic contamination, luring out inner weakness and fear."
The veteran, dutifully, transmitted the information again to prevent his Legion brothers from being ambushed.
The Legion soldiers, having received the intelligence, launched a fierce attack, killing the Rangdan elite warriors.
It wasn't that the Rangdan were not strong; if it had been ordinary Space Marines, the battle would certainly have been evenly matched.
Facing the First Legion's battle-hardened veterans, the Rangdan were utterly outmatched by experience, suffering massive casualties.
In the first wave of attack, the Legion lost one hundred Legion warriors, while killing five hundred Rangdan elite warriors.
"Ah!!!!" Piercing screams came from the Imperial front line.
The Mortal Auxiliary Army's eyes widened, dropping their weapons and clutching their heads, tearing at their hair.
The psychic contamination emitted by the Rangdan entity completely shattered the already battered minds of the mortals.
One after another, like a chain reaction, large numbers of mortals showed terror, screaming and abandoning the front line.
The crack of the Military Police's whips echoed, but it could not stop the Auxiliary Army's collapse.
With a bang, a Space Marine's bolter fired, killing the collapsing mortals.
Even some strong-willed mortal soldiers turned their lasguns on their frenzied comrades, killing them without hesitation.
There was no other way; all wise, clear-minded individuals knew the horror of the alien psychic contamination.
They had learned it the hard way.
The mad human compatriots charging the front line, fearless of death, were the best lesson.
In ten seconds, the Imperial front line was re-stabilized, and the destabilizing elements were cleared.
With the death of the Rangdan elite warriors, the alien war machine immediately retreated, moving away from the human front line.
As for the charging humans, they were mere consumables; how could they compare to the noble warriors and the expensive value of war machines?
The humans at the front line were quickly cleared, and the Imperial side immediately reorganized, preparing for the next wave of battle.
Inside the command fortress, Urian silently nodded as he saw the battle damage at the front line.
The casualty ratio between Legion warriors and Rangdan elite warriors reached one to five, which was within an acceptable range.
As the operation deepened, the Space Marines would understand the Rangdan elite warriors better, and the casualty ratio might widen further.
He looked at the messages coming from the other two front lines on the command console, which were also under synchronized attack by the Rangdan.
Across the three defensive bases, the aliens had deployed a total of three thousand elite warriors, causing the First Legion to lose over five hundred men.
As for the Adeptus Mechanicus' Ecclesiarchy Guard, their direct losses were fewer, with most mortal losses coming from mental collapse.
"Strictly forbidden to consume Rangdan flesh to gain intelligence. Their bodily fluids are the source of psychic control and will contaminate the warriors' minds."
Urian ordered a strict prohibition on Legion warriors consuming Rangdan brain tissue to avoid psychic control.
The battlefield matters were temporarily settled, and his gaze shifted to his side, where an observation report lay on the steel table.
He picked up the intelligence data-slate and threw it onto the command console.
The data was immediately read, and the information within was displayed as a holographic image.
The more Urian read, the grimmer his resolute face became.
The data-slate contained aggregated information from various units that had been attacked.
It came from void ships before losing contact, and from the three attacked defensive bases.
The intelligence showed that the alien warships seemed to understand Imperial warships very well.
Various ship models, specific maneuverability ranges, accurate firing ranges, and weapon loadouts.
In the early void battles, there were even alien ships that mimicked Imperial ship signals, deceiving the Imperial fleet and causing heavy losses.
Fortunately, the Void Host reacted in time, changing identification signals to prevent further losses.
And in ground combat, the Rangdan elite warriors' attacks mostly targeted the Space Marines' vital points.
Coupled with the ambush in the Morse Solar System, a terrifying truth surfaced—Imperial intelligence had been leaked!
The Rangdan's premeditated show of weakness, their initial panic upon first contact, were all deceptions to lull the Empire into a false sense of security.
Only after the Imperial forces fell into the trap did the aliens reveal their fangs, striking hard at the Imperial forces.
His two hearts beat violently; he had never feared aliens or terrifying enemies.
But now, the Grand Master of the First Legion, he felt a looming darkness.
An enemy within the Empire, a high-ranking official colluding with aliens.
If it wasn't uncovered quickly, the losses inflicted on humanity would be immeasurable.
Urian issued a warning to everyone in the command room: "This matter must not be revealed in the slightest; the implications are too vast."
There was no response in the command room; the mortals nodded, choosing silence, and the Space Marines stood silent as statues.
Urian put away the data-slate; he had to keep it safe and deliver it to someone who could handle it.
This level of intelligence leak must have come from high up in the Empire.
The only ones who could handle this were the Primarchs, Lord Malcador, and the Emperor.
"Beep ~ Beep ~"
A red alert screen reappeared on the command console; the Rangdan's space ships had once again dropped deployment pods, launching another attack.
Grand Master Urian watched with cold eyes; the aliens had increased their forces tenfold, with ten thousand elite warriors attacking.
The other two defensive bases also had elite warriors descending from high orbit, conducting synchronized strikes.
He remained silent, beginning the tense deployment work, praying internally.
Now, only the Primarch could save the Imperial forces; he hoped he would arrive quickly.
The First Legion would fight to the death, holding back the enemy's advance and protecting the intelligence in the data-slate.
The truth must be told to the Empire!
The intelligence must be delivered to the Primarch, so the Empire could be warned early about the internal enemies colluding with aliens to betray humanity.
Urian pondered for a moment, then made another deployment: "Do not sally forth carelessly; the army must remain under the protection of the void shields."
"Adeptus Mechanicus personnel must constantly monitor to ensure the normal operation of the void shields."
He had to ensure that the Imperial Legion was protected from orbital strikes.
Warships and continental-class void shields merged, forming multi-layered void shields to prevent alien orbital strikes.
Urian thanked the humans of the Dark Age of Technology; for defenders, the void shield was the greatest invention.
The First Legion's void shields, originating from ancient technology, had far greater power than ordinary ones.
They protected the Legion from orbital strikes, preventing ultra-long-range saturation bombardment; the attackers would have to engage in close-quarters combat to achieve victory.
Furthermore, that alien leader, "Lolos," wanted to encircle the First Legion and strike at the relief fleet.
It certainly wouldn't destroy Morse World; it needed leverage to attract other Imperial Legions.
All these reasons combined meant that the First Legion would surely hold out until the Primarch arrived.
What Urian was worried about now was not the First Legion, but rather the Lord of the Twenty-First Legion coming to their aid.
Three Battle Moons and hundreds of alien capital ships constituted a very powerful military force.
"I hope the Void Host's message will be taken seriously by the Primarch."
He sighed, turning his attention back to the command console; the Rangdan's attack had already begun.
Realizing that Morse was an alien trap, and after astropathic communication was jammed, the Grand Master had several ships depart, heading to human-controlled areas where communication was possible, sending a signal to the Primarch.
The First Fleet was rapidly traveling through the Warp, and Blazkowicz had, of course, received the warning.
The ships that left Morse sent very dense astropathic messages, which most Imperial forces in the Ultima Orientis Sector received.
The fact that the First Legion was besieged shocked the other Legions.
"How much longer? When will we reach the Morse Solar System?" Blazkowicz sat on the edge of the training ground, tapping his fingers on the steps.
His tone, though very calm, never hid his anxiety.
Fewer and fewer messages were coming back from the front line; he found it difficult to clearly know the First Legion's current situation.
Blazkowicz, however, was clear that the First Legion would not be annihilated; they were the aliens' "bait."
The tactic of encircling a point to strike at reinforcements, though old-fashioned, was truly effective.
"My Lord, our Warp engines are faster; we will reach the destination in sixty days."
Fransisca's soft voice sounded, the navigator having calculated the precise time.
Upon receiving the precise answer, Blazkowicz's expression visibly relaxed. He nodded and said to the seemingly empty space ahead, "Very good. Maintain the course and minimize any errors."
Frasica's voice held a touch of honor. "I am constantly monitoring the Warp lanes; we will arrive with the absolute minimal error."
Blazkowicz slowly nodded, casually bringing up a holographic projection to review Sophia's readiness.
The First Fleet, based on the intelligence received, had formulated multiple tactical measures against the xenos.
The factory warships accompanying the fleet used Argent Nur war technology to produce some specialized equipment.
Although far from the battlefield, the First Fleet was already prepared for battle.
As the data flickered before his eyes, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of Blazkowicz's eyes.
If Rangdan intended to use the First Legion as bait, this large fish, himself, would likely drag Rangdan down with him.
The fleet advanced rapidly through the Warp, heading towards the Morse Solar System at a speed far exceeding what the xenos and Urian had anticipated.
Blazkowicz had prepared a "grand gift" for Rangdan, hoping the xenos would "graciously accept" it.
On Morse World in the Morse Solar System, the non-stop, arduous battle had continued for fifty-five Terra days.
Rangdan's attacks came in waves, constantly probing for weaknesses in the First Legion's defenses, but found no vulnerable points in the human lines.
After the initial three thousand Rangdan elite warriors were repelled by the First Legion, the xeno offensive became slightly sluggish.
Having suffered immense casualties, the elite warriors ceased their direct attacks, instead continuously sending forth human thralls to deplete the Empire's ammunition and military supplies.
But the Empire's ammunition seemed inexhaustible.
Urian's decision was wise; backed by a Mechanicus warship providing production and supply, the Imperial Legion did not have to worry too much about ammunition.
"Grand Master, here are the casualty figures for the last three hours." The Computor presented the data-slate to the Grand Master.
"Thank you." Urian took the data-slate and offered his thanks. His voice was somewhat weary, stubble had grown on his chin, and his eye bags were slightly swollen.
His fatigue did not stem from his body, but from his highly strained nerves.
Responsible for the overall command of the ground war, the Grand Master bore pressure far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
After reviewing the brief, the helplessness in Urian's eyes deepened further.
The numbers of the Mortal Auxiliary Army were being rapidly depleted, with less than half of the soldiers remaining combat-effective.
The mortal troops provided by the Empire to the Primarch were simply too few and could not withstand the attrition against Rangdan's slave armies.
In the protracted war of attrition, the Mechanicus' three hundred thousand elite Skitarii also had only half remaining.
Without Rangdan elite warriors participating in the attack, the Space Marine losses were very low, almost nonexistent.
However, the Empire's high-end combat power still suffered severe damage.
During Rangdan's attack with three thousand men, after several days of fierce fighting, the Legion suffered over five thousand fatalities, paying a huge price to annihilate them completely.
The Legion had forty thousand warriors deployed, divided into three defensive bases, creating a significant numerical gap.
"Grand Master. My psychic language has detected a major crisis." At the entrance of the command fortress, the Lord of the Five芒 Heavenly Army strode in, his tone hurried: "Outside the range of our auspex, billions of mortal cannon fodder have gathered, surrounding us from all directions!"
"Tens of thousands of Rangdan elite warriors are ready, synchronized with the cannon fodder, preparing to assault our lines!"
The Lord of the Five芒 Heavenly Army's face was covered in fine beads of sweat, his resilient heart shaken by the prophetic vision.
"The xeno's Battle Moons will soon descend, trampling our defenses; they want to further weaken our forces!"
Hearing such urgent military intelligence, Urian's face darkened. He quickly stepped forward to meet the Lord of the Legion and asked anxiously, "In your prophecy, can you see the Primarch's arrival?"
He did not doubt the accuracy of the prophecy; his brother of the Five芒 Heavenly Army was very accurate in war predictions.
"No," the Lord of the Five芒 Heavenly Army said with a pale face, shaking his head at Urian. "Regarding the Primarch's prophecy, there is only endless darkness."
Upon hearing this, Urian's tall frame staggered backward, and at once, a myriad of regrets surged into his heart.
His heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a thousand insects, and his mental defenses utterly collapsed.
His actions replayed before him like a rapidly spinning lantern, as if vividly real.
If it weren't for his stubbornness and arrogance, his Legion brothers would not have died, and the Imperial forces would not be facing total annihilation.
The Grand Master's heartbroken appearance suggested he had been completely broken by the crisis of imminent total defeat.
Two guards supported him from behind, preventing the Legion leader from falling.
The Lord of the Legion was shaking his head, and the atmosphere in the command center was heavy; the Legion faced a matter of life and death.
"No, no!" Urian's voice suddenly rose. He shrieked violently, shaking his head frantically, and a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes.
His frenzied appearance made the Lord of the Five芒 Heavenly Army step back, asking cautiously, "What's wrong, Grand Master?"
"We are about to achieve victory!" Facing an unprecedented crisis, the Grand Master, after a brief collapse, said with full confidence, "Our reinforcements are coming soon!"
Everyone in the command center looked at the agitated Grand Master, their eyes filled with doubt.
Had the Grand Master perhaps succumbed to the pressure and developed mental issues?
"I am certain! The Primarch's reinforcements are about to arrive!" Urian seemed full of confidence, his weary and dejected face re-energized.
He looked at the doubting faces of his brothers and calmly explained to them, "We are the bait, the fish Rangdan is reluctant to let go of in order to catch a bigger fish."
"Now, the Rangdan xenos are coming to eliminate us instead? Why is that?"
The Grand Master's sharp eyes swept over his brothers, hoping someone would speak the answer, an inspiring answer.
"The big fish has taken the bait?" A mortal, he cried out in excitement, stood up, and then immediately knelt down.
"Yes, the big fish has taken the bait!" Urian said with a smile, walking over to the mortal and helping him up.
"The xenos must have Warp observation methods and know of the Imperial reinforcements' arrival, so they are eager to eliminate us to prevent us from joining forces with the reinforcements!"
The Grand Master stated his deduction and viewpoint, and the Space Marines in the command center looked at each other, finally nodding slowly.
They also believed that the Grand Master's deduction was very reasonable and highly probable.
"Five days!" Urian raised his hand, spreading his palm, then hesitated. "Seven days at most, and the Primarch will arrive."
He calculated a reasonable time based on the distance at which the xeno Battle Moon affected astropathic communication.
"Go and prepare!" Urian ordered, dismissing his Legion brothers. "As long as we hold out for seven days, victory will be ours!"
As his voice fell, the ground trembled, and holographic projections warned—the xeno Titan units had landed!
"Brothers! Imperial soldiers!" The Grand Master opened the communication channel, shouting in his most impassioned voice, "I have received news! Reinforcements will arrive in seven days at most!"
"A son of the Emperor, a mighty Primarch, will bring destruction to the abhorrent xenos!"
The Grand Master's voice spread through the communication channel, and silence fell everywhere it reached. After a few seconds, a powerful cheer erupted.
In the most desperate moment, intense hope also burst forth.
The Empire's three defensive bases, after extensive repairs, had defensive walls towering around their perimeters.
From the highest watchtower, a black line appeared on the horizon. The alert operator aimed his binoculars at the black line, increasing the magnification.
After clearly seeing what it was, the mortal alert operator's breath caught in his throat.
It wasn't a black line at all; it was a dense, endless army of enemies!
He pressed the alarm, and the highest level of alert sounded within the defensive base.
Urian, in the command center, also felt his scalp tingle, his breathing momentarily pausing.
Within the auspex range of the three bases, dense red dots appeared at the edges, surrounding them from all directions.
"All weapons open fire!"
Within the Imperial defensive bases, all accessible weapons opened fire on the enemy army!
Dense arrays of various weapons, trailing brilliant plumes of exhaust, plunged into the human sea.
Large numbers of humans were vaporized, pulverized into dust, but it was still a drop in the bucket, unable to stem the surging human wave.
Rangdan had committed its entire population, aiming to annihilate the human forces in one fell swoop.
"Line-of-fire combat units, take cover! Macrocannon firing!" The Mechanicus warning was urgent; the slowly modified warship macrocannon was about to fire.
Thump~
Like the heartbeat of a planet, boundless waves of air exploded as the warship macrocannon fired on the planet's surface.
The gigantic projectile was visible to the naked eye, "slowly" falling into the human sea, erupting into a mushroom cloud.
The unstoppable shockwave reverberated back, carrying dust that struck the city walls, sweeping away mortals who were too slow to evade.
Just one round of macrocannon fire annihilated thirty million humans, an extraordinary achievement.
"Praise the Omnissiah!" Such fury stirred the hearts of the Mechanicus members, their mechanical voices filled with praise.
"Continue the attack with atomic weapons!" Urian notified his Arsenal Brothers, activating forbidden weapons to bombard the disoriented mortal slaves.
To hold out until the end, the Auxiliary Army had to be eliminated.
At the Grand Master's command, dozens of missiles carrying atomic weapons were fired into the densest enemy formations.
Tens of kilometers outside the defensive base, several dazzling fireballs erupted, vaporizing all living creatures within their blast radius.
Other missiles landed in enemy formations without exploding, but the skin of people within the affected area gradually festered, muscle tissue peeled away layer by layer, until all cells were killed.
Radiation weapons, one of the First Legion's many forbidden weapons, were highly effective for eliminating large, dense biological targets.
More nuclear bombs detonated, unleashing the ultimate power of atomic weapons developed over tens of thousands of years.
The nuclear bombs, like fires of repentance, vaporized the flesh and sins of the treacherous mortals.
Terrifying phosphorus warheads ignited all organic matter, causing the sea of people to boil.
These powerful weapons unleashed horrifying effects when targeting unshielded enemies.
The light emitted by the weapons made the Legion's warriors turn away and mortals close their eyes to avoid retinal burn.
Only members of the Adeptus Mechanicus knelt, shouting praises: "Glory to the Omnissiah!"
Just one wave of strikes eliminated eighty percent of the population, shattering the threat of overwhelming numbers.
As the appetizer fell, both Humans and Xenos knew that the seemingly terrifying scene was merely the "prelude" before the main course began.
In front of the First Legion, at the gates of the Hive City occupied by the Rangdan, gigantic Xeno Titans continuously descended.
They were protected by shields, turning their towering bodies, watching with interest as the Humans eliminated their own kind.
The Rangdan's Titan units were no different from the biological armor of their elite warriors, only greatly magnified.
The shortest were fifteen meters, some were thirty meters, and the tallest reached fifty meters.
They were equipped with many more armaments; numerous bio-cannons adorned their chests and ribs, two colossal cannons were mounted on their shoulders, and multiple shield generators were located at their shoulder blades.
Their arms wielded bio-plasma cannons, and their flying tentacles shimmered with disintegrating lightning.
Xeno boarding craft slowly descended, disgorging large numbers of elite warriors, as well as some even larger beings.
The images transmitted via holographic display made Urian's pupils contract; the Rangdan's "Overlords" had appeared.
The Rangdan's "Warmaster" and "Overlord" were high-tier Xeno combat units, far more powerful than their elite warriors.
"Despicable mortals!" The Xeno Titan's sonic array system activated, emitting a contemptuous voice, as if the Xenos were superior beings.
"Kneel, accept the brain fluid of our race, and become our slaves; that is your only choice."
The Titan unit's sonic array produced truly visible shockwaves, shaking the will of the Imperial forces.
Urian recognized Lolos' voice; he connected the communication to the Imperial Titans and responded to the Xeno's arrogance: "Xeno mongrel, it is right for you to lay down your weapons and accept the Imperial purge."
The leaders of the two different races had already exchanged tons of insults during the long war.
"Urian Bendegre!" Lolos sneered, "After today, you will surely grovel before me and lick my fingers!"
Urian was not afraid of the Xeno's threat; instead, he urged his opponent: "Bring it on! Your time is running out, after all, my reinforcements are arriving soon!"
"How do you know…?" The voice abruptly stopped, then resumed a few seconds later: "Vile Human!"
Lolos realized he had been tricked into revealing his strategic intentions.
Urian smiled, his deduction confirmed, and he couldn't help but mock: "With your intelligence, the position of Warmaster seems too demanding. I have a floor-cleaning job in my room that would suit you perfectly."
Lolos gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't out-argue Urian, and angrily declared: "Let's settle this on the battlefield!"
"Warriors! Destroy the Human front lines; they have outlived their usefulness."
At the Rangdan Warmaster's command, there was no movement on the front line.
The Xenos were waiting for the encirclement, waiting for the Human slaves to advance in defense, and then to charge simultaneously.
As for how many Human slaves would be lost in this process, they didn't care in the slightest!
Inside the defensive base, artillery fire raged, continuously launching shells to bombard the Human forces.
"Notify the other bases to abandon their front lines and reinforce us," Urian told the communications officer.
He abandoned the other two bases, consolidating his forces to fight a decisive battle against the Xenos.
Any 'horn' defense was meaningless now.
The Rangdan were consolidating their forces, intending to crush the Human defensive line with overwhelming force.
As his order was issued, the Rangdan Titans moved, leaving their formation to intercept the reinforcements.
"God-Machines, to battle!"
Just then, the voice of the Adeptus Mechanicus came through the communication channel: "The avatars of the Omnissiah will destroy the abominable creations of the Xenos."
"Woo~ woo~ woo~" Behind the Imperial defensive perimeter, the Titans' sirens shrieked, as if challenging the Xenos to battle.
The Titan Legion, long awaiting orders, strode towards the Xeno Titans.
The avatars of the Machine God, ten Warlord Titans, marched out of formation, followed by dozens of Reaver Titans and Warhound Titans.
Several Imperator Titans slowly followed, trailing at the very rear of the procession.
"Xeno mongrels! Face my wrath!" The Titan Princeps roared, his mind linked with the Titan, transforming him into the Titan's body.
Even though their numbers were far inferior to the enemy, the Imperial Titan Legion chose to engage, upholding the dignity of the Titans.
As if by unspoken agreement, the Titan Legions of both sides moved to the flanks of the battle line, both deciding on a decisive battle.
The Titans opened the battle; unable to wait for the Human servants, the Rangdan elite warriors launched their attack.
Human warriors were very powerful, and they absolutely could not be allowed to consolidate their forces and cause more losses.
"For the Emperor!" The roar of the Space Marines echoed along the entire defensive line, carrying supreme resolve.
"For the Emperor!" The Mortal Auxiliary Army rose in resistance, firing their weapons at the Xenos, creating ripples across their shields.
"Omnissiah!" The voices of the Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii were calm, yet equally filled with passion.
Different factions and Humans were now united, forming a single front to resist the Xeno assault.
The Rangdan warriors' plasma guns were astonishingly powerful, continuously firing, killing warriors who couldn't dodge in time.
A single blue plasma bolt could penetrate a Space Marine's power armor, and it was a devastating blow to mortals.
The Xeno war engines advanced in sync, their shields protecting their warriors, and large lasers continuously fired, suppressing Human tanks and heavy firepower.
Only now did the Rangdan display their full strength, intending to crush Human courage.
For a time, various projectiles flew across the Imperial front line, energy beams eliminated each other, bolter rounds thumped, picking off Rangdan warriors.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the battle between Titans was even more brutal, the clash of colossal machines was world-shattering.
Packs of Warhound Titans raced on the flanks, covering the larger Titans, and tearing into the enemy's smaller Titans.
Plasma blastguns fired, twin-linked turbo-laser destructors roared, using their speed advantage to attack the fifteen-meter-class Xeno Titans.
Reavers fired all their weapons—Gatling blaster cannons, laser blasters, Reaver melta cannons—causing the enemy shields to tremble violently.
Warlord Titans equipped with single-handed melee weapons strode forward, their void shields merging to form an even more resilient shield.
The Xeno Titans' firepower was too strong, their gigantic plasma cannons incredibly powerful.
If the Titans fought individually, their void shields would immediately overload.
The six Imperator Titans in the rear, each carrying a gigantic earthquake cannon, fired in pairs, destroying Xeno Titans in seconds.
The powerful earthquake cannons, capable of destroying large Titans with a single shot, were specifically designed to combat Xeno colossal constructs.
Having never encountered Xeno Titans before, and for safety, two cannons attacked one at a time, ensuring maximum lethality.
Boom ~
Six deafening cannon shots rang out; the earthquake cannons were immensely powerful, and the Imperator Titans lowered their center of gravity to reduce the impact.
"Witness the wrath of the Titan! Xeno twisted creations, filthy flesh machines!"
Blazing light struck the Rangdan Titans; the first shot overloaded their shields, the second penetrated the Xeno Titan.
The Rangdan Titan wailed, emerald energy fluid, like blood, flowed out, and it slowly knelt before collapsing.
Instantly killing three Xeno Titans was undoubtedly a morale boost, but it also attracted extra attention.
More Xeno Titans aimed their shoulder-mounted plasma cannons at the Imperator Titans, seeking to eliminate this major threat.
"Boom~" A plasma reactor detonated; an Imperial Reaver was pierced, causing a violent explosion.
"I will tear you apart!" A roaring siren was heard.
A purely melee Warlord Titan charged forward, its power claw wreathed in lightning, tearing apart a Xeno Titan.
Without additional armaments, its steps were heavy, but its movements were the fastest, flexibly dodging and pulling at the enemy's lines.
"Thump~" Muffled thuds continuously echoed; the combined efforts of the Warhounds yielded impressive results, with enemy Titans constantly falling.
Of course, the price was heavy; within just a dozen minutes, more than half of the Warhound Titans of the Titan Legion had been lost.
It was too tragic! Every moment, a God Machine fell, locked in an endless struggle with the enemy!
Terrifying weapons exchanged fire, energy streams and physical projectiles collided, and each death was profoundly shocking.
Then, a Warlord Titan fell.
Several plasma cannons struck simultaneously, its void shield overloaded and disintegrated, and a scorching energy stream melted through its armor, finally detonating its reactor, turning even the Machine Throne into scrap metal.
As time passed, the Imperial Titans gradually lost their advantage, overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of the xenos.
One Titan Legion, facing over a hundred xenos Titans, found it incredibly difficult to sustain the fight.
The Titan battlefield was like a hell, where steel behemoths and flesh-and-blood monsters tore and tangled, oil and corrosive bodily fluids raining down.
Meanwhile, on the Imperial front, Urian personally led the charge, resisting the attacks of the Rangdan warriors.
Dreadnoughts were awakened, and all Terminators were deployed, yet they still couldn't suppress the charge of tens of thousands of Rangdan.
They endured bolter fire and heavy weapons, broke through the Imperial high walls, and surged into the front lines to slaughter the Mortal Auxiliary Army.
In just over ten minutes, Urian lost contact with five thousand of his brothers; the Legion suffered heavy casualties.
Skilled veteran Legionaries were besieged by Rangdan warriors and torn apart by xenos Overlords.
The battle was completely one-sided, with the Rangdan overwhelming the First Legion with sheer numbers.
Urian was heartbroken. His gaze met that of the Rangdan Overlord, and both began to charge at each other.
He couldn't wait for the Primarch, couldn't wait for his Legion brothers.
To die gloriously, Urian charged towards the Rangdan Overlord, determined to fight it to the death.
Just as Urian was about to charge, the Rangdan army suddenly retreated like a tide, beginning to reorganize their lines.
"Grand Master Urian, you seem a bit impatient?" A calm yet authoritative voice came through the comms channel.
Blazkowicz knew that the Grand Master of the First Legion had used unsavory methods to lead this battle.
"Great Primarch, I dare not beg for your forgiveness!" Urian's voice choked, tears welled in his eyes, and the Grand Master wept.
He looked up at the sky, and through the swirling smoke of battle, white fleets of warships were faintly visible.
Led by a blue flagship, they emerged from the Warp one after another into the real universe.
Blazkowicz's fleet had arrived in the Morse Solar System ahead of schedule—an anomaly even he couldn't explain.
It was a very strange feeling.
In his perception, the fleet's journey was normal; it had indeed traveled through the Warp for sixty days.
Sophia had also instructed the fleet to prepare for battle three days prior.
However, upon reaching the destination, after cross-referencing times, the First Fleet had arrived a few days early.
He currently had no time to ponder the specific reasons; more urgent matters awaited him.
"First, gather the forces, repel the xenos, and then we'll discuss other matters." Blazkowicz temporarily did not pursue the Grand Master's responsibility; the battle had just begun.
"As you command." The Grand Master's eyes were filled with tears, grateful for the Primarch's generosity.
If the Primarch had ordered him to commit suicide, he would not have hesitated.
"Everyone! The Primarch has arrived! Slay the xenos!" the Grand Master roared, raising his longsword and re-engaging the Rangdan warriors.
The arrival of a Primarch invigorated the Imperial forces immensely; there was no news more uplifting than this.
The xenos fleet swarmed forward, preparing to annihilate the warships entering the star system; they had overwhelming numbers.
Blazkowicz was not flustered; the fleet's combat power lay not in quantity, but in the quality of its technological superiority.
He was not in a hurry to clear the star system but drew a dividing line, encompassing one-third of the star system with Morse at its core.
First, they would steadily occupy this area, then clear out the Rangdan xenos entrenched in the star system.
The First Fleet's hundred capital ships, along with various destroyers and frigates, left the main fleet to clear the combat zone designated by King Nowick.
"Main cannon ready! Attack the Battle Moon!" Blazkowicz sat steadily on his throne, continuously issuing commands:
"Fleet scatter, destroy enemy warships, cover the advance of the landing craft, and deploy troops to Morse!"
The forward gunports of the Royal Majesty opened, and a central axial main cannon was charging, aimed at the Battle Moon in Morse's orbit.
"Dimensional conduit open, penetrating enemy shields." Gates reported, constantly monitoring the main cannon's status.
A pale blue glow shot from the edge of the main cannon, like a straw piercing a bubble, penetrating the Battle Moon's multiple shields.
Although the Rangdan didn't understand why the newly arrived human reinforcements differed so greatly from their intelligence.
"Attack! Attack! Stop the human's actions."
But seeing the shields penetrated, the xenos commander organized an artillery barrage, launching an attack on the human's gigantic flagship.
Immediately, lance beams, plasma energy, and various accelerated projectiles rained down on the Royal Majesty.
All weapons on the hemisphere facing the human warship opened fire.
The density of fire was enough to tear apart an asteroid, and after a long flight, it struck the Royal Majesty's shield, only to be swallowed by the dimensional shield and vanish.
"Molecular Disintegration Cannon fully charged, ready to fire at any moment." Gates' disc-shaped head lifted, as if looking at Blazkowicz, awaiting his command.
"Destroy the xenos' creation!" Blazkowicz gave the order for destruction without mercy.
"Understood!" The cold synthetic voice seemed somewhat excited as Gates pressed the virtual projection's fire control key.
"Humm~" There was no impact or cannon roar, only energy pouring out.
A bright white stream of particles erupted from the main cannon, guided by the dimensional conduit, shooting towards the xenos' Battle Moon.
The particle stream was incredibly beautiful, like the long tail of a comet, streaking across the void of space.
Seeing the humans making such a grand display, firing a high-energy particle stream, the Rangdan Overlord, surprisingly, was no longer nervous.
Such an energy level, even with a direct hit, would not be able to penetrate the Battle Moon's outer armor.
At the moment of impact, a piercing alarm blared in the xenos command center.
"Overlord! The Battle Moon is being destroyed!" A Rangdan reported, and on the holographic image, the destroyed area continuously expanded.
"What is this, exactly?" The Overlord roared in fury, white smoke rising from its bio-armor: "Why isn't this information in our intelligence?"
From outer space, the hit area of the Battle Moon glowed crimson, expanding in a ring.
The Molecular Disintegration Cannon, a relic technology from the Golden Age.
This weapon, by releasing a certain energy field or particle beam, triggers a chain collapse of the target material's molecular structure.
Once activated, the destructive effect spreads like a domino effect, disintegrating all matter within the target area.
This includes organic, inorganic matter, and even starships, breaking them down into elementary particles or inert dust.
It was one of the star-destroying weapons carried by the Royal Majesty.
Once it hits a target, the disintegration effect will not stop until the targeted object is completely disintegrated and can no longer produce a chain reaction.
On the planet Morse, the Grand Master, fighting fiercely with the Rangdan, suddenly felt the planet's angle shift slightly.
He looked up, and the Battle Moon suspended in orbit was being disintegrated by some weapon, gradually losing mass.
"Look! The Primarch has disintegrated the xenos' space station! They are fragile before the Emperor's son!"
"For the Emperor!" the Grand Master roared, an inexhaustible strength erupting from his body as he charged into the xenos ranks.
The surrounding temperature plummeted, psychic lightning flashed on the front lines, and then burst into a brilliant light.
A hundred towering warriors materialized from the teleportation light, clad in golden armor, with red plumes on their helmets, and their cloaks fluttering in the battle-scarred airwaves.
Grand Master Urian was momentarily stunned; the appearance of the Custodes was completely unexpected.
Before he could react, the Emperor's personal bodyguards, wielding halberds and greatswords, charged towards the Rangdan.
Like a thunderous storm, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
The Golden Warriors' movements were astonishingly fast; in the blink of an eye, they plunged into the Rangdan battle formation, slaughtering xenos warriors as if butchering pigs and dogs.
The Rangdan Overlord was cut into several pieces by the Custodes in just two exchanges.
"The Emperor!" the Auxiliary Army shouted loudly, their mortal bodies trembling; if not for the battlefield, they would have knelt on the spot.
The Custodes were an extension of the Emperor's will, legendary warriors who lived in myths, whom they were rarely lucky enough to see in their lifetimes.
"Urian Bendegre." A Custodian Shield-Captain stood before the Grand Master, looking down at his face, his voice cold and emotionless:
"I am commanded by Primarch Blazkowicz Novick to assist you in battle. What do you require assistance with?"
Normally, Urian would have politely declined.
But this was no time for politeness, so he pointed into the distance, where the Titan Legion was barely holding on, with only three Warlord Titans still active.
"The xenos Titans, Primarch has his own arrangements." The Shield-Captain glanced over, then withdrew his gaze, explaining to the Grand Master: "Doom Slayers will eliminate them."
"Atlantis Titan." The Shield-Captain pointed to space, signaling the Grand Master to look: "They have arrived."
In outer space, ten large objects penetrated the atmosphere, burning with flames as they descended towards the Titan battlefield.
The mechanical sarcophagus, enveloped in orange-red flames from atmospheric friction, descended like a falling star.
Inside the trembling sarcophagus, the Steel Giant awoke from its slumber, its subsystems activating in sequence, connecting to the main control neural network.
Ra, clad in gleaming golden armor, stood within the cockpit.
Beneath his feet was a suspended platform, surrounded by a circular field simulator, where light, shadow, and flowing metal formed terrain images.
On the surface of his armor, a layer of dense nanometer sensory receivers floated, feeding every movement of the operator to the Atlantis Titan's neural sensors.
"Neural operating system connected," the super intelligent chip within the armor relayed the system feedback: "Synchronizing with Atlantis system."
Ra felt his consciousness dissipate, his mind entering a space composed of cold logic, numbers, and rationality.
"Hello, Operator." Though the voice was a greeting, it echoed in the depths of his soul, strangely like a self-inquiry.
Ra's extremely resilient mental will bridged with the cold logical consciousness, and the two became one.
He felt his thoughts amplified, arriving in a body forged of steel, brimming with power.
"Hello, Atlantean," Ra's consciousness spoke, feeling at ease, without a hint of pressure.
The Atlantis Titan possessed advanced intelligence, allowing the operator's mind to be maximally liberated, without needing to focus on the Titan itself.
It was like a normal human, where the brain is responsible for thinking and focusing on what is happening, while the body has its own rules of operation.
Compared to the Empire's Titans, Argent Nur's Atlantis Titan had a more advanced operating system and more intuitive controls.
"Synchronization complete!" Ra instinctively trembled, his consciousness returning to his body, in sync with the Mecha.
"Our wills are one!"
Boom~~
The mechanical sarcophagus split open in mid-air, revealing the giant humanoid Titan within. The Titan looked down in a human-like manner, its legs slightly bent.
"Brace for impact, open the foot-dispersing force field."
This was a thought, and the synchronized neural operating system completed the action within nanoseconds.
Ra's body floated in the air, enveloped by the nanometer sensory system, which compressed his body, providing resistance synchronized with the Mecha's perception.
This allowed the operator to be fully synchronized with the Atlantean, experiencing the same external environment and making corresponding judgments.
Thump~! Thump~! Thump~!
The ground trembled as ten Atlantis Titans landed, kicking up a sky-high cloud of dust, crashing into the battlefield where Titans were clashing.
The Rangdann Bio-Mechas retreated, reorganizing their lines, preparing to face the human reinforcement troops.
The ground battle was completely reversed. Humanity had destroyed the Battle Moon, blockading the Morse World's orbit.
Before the outcome of the space naval battle was decided, there would be no further reinforcements for the ground forces.
One hundred Rangdann Titan machines quickly retreated to advantageous positions, their weapons beginning to charge.
After the dust settled, the towering humanoid machines stood up, displaying their exceptionally majestic forms.
"By the Omnissiah!" The Adeptus Mechanicus members, seeing the hundred-meter-tall figures, their cold mechanical voices faltered: "Ohm… Messiah~~"
The steel figures, cloaked and towering, made the mechanical worshipers kneel. The red-robed figures chanted binary hymns, praising the Omnissiah.
Urian and the Custodian Guards' thoughts paused for a moment as they looked at the humanoid machines, their eyes blazing with envious light.
No matter when, no matter how superhuman the physique and modifications, men found it difficult to resist the unique beauty of machinery.
To be able to pilot such exquisite and powerful machines was indeed enviable.
The Atlantis Titan stood a hundred meters tall, with two large cannons mounted on its shoulders. Its humanoid head had two horns, combining human aesthetics with the aggression of a beast.
"Titans, please withdraw, this place is ours," a communication came through the Mecha's loudspeaker, openly expressing disdain for the Xenos.
The humanoid Mecha's voice was unique, possessing human emotion mixed with the distinctive, low growl of machinery.
It was as if humanity and machines had achieved a fusion of humanity and mechanics.
"Thank you for your rescue. Here is intelligence on the Xenos Titans." The Warlord Titan Captain thanked the machines that had descended from the sky, sending information about the Xenos.
They turned, dragging their weary and damaged bodies away, confidently handing over the battlefield.
As for whether they could win?
With such machinery towering, the question wasn't whether they could win, but how they would win.
Bigger is better!
Ra turned to face the Xenos. The Atlantis Titan instantly synchronized its movements, even subtly rising and falling with his breath.
The hundred-meter-tall Atlantis Titan, cloaked and wielding a gigantic dimensional weapon, slashed towards the Xenos formation.
The Rangdann Titan cluster seemed to sense the threat, the gaze projected by their machines locking tightly onto their movements.
"Wooo~ Wooo~ Wooo~" Finally, a Rangdann pilot could no longer endure it, driving a gigantic bio-armor to charge towards the human machinery.
"Hmph!!" The Atlantean let out a human-like roar, igniting the dimensional halberd in its hand, dragging it on the ground to plough deep furrows, and charged towards the Xenos Titan cluster.
To the disbelief of all, the hundred-meter-tall humanoid machine began to run!
"Ohm Messiah! Only such a body can be your great incarnation."
The Adeptus Mechanicus priests and Tech-Priests were stunned by the running figure, the data streams in their minds becoming so chaotic that they glitched.
"Our weapons cannot lock onto the human machines!" Inside the Rangdann Titan, the operators discovered that their targeting systems were being interfered with and could not lock onto the enemy.
The Atlantis Titan's head horns were not just decorative; they were functional antennae—targeting disruptors.
They emitted a unique electromagnetic wave that enveloped the entire Mecha, interfering with enemy targeting.
The ground trembled with each colossal step, and every movement of the Atlantis Titan caused a violent sonic boom at the tips of its limbs.
Due to its immense size, a small movement of a joint resulted in a very large, rapid movement at the limb's extremity.
Ra charged forward, feeling only the world tremble beneath his feet, the Mecha's halberd twirled in his hand.
Then he jumped!
That's right, he jumped in the operating space, and the Atlantis Titan jumped in the real universe!
The powerful plasma reactor generated extremely high output, injecting energy into millions of artificial muscle groups, unleashing unimaginable power.
The Titan leaped high, its foot-dispersing force field shutting off, and delivered a powerful jump kick to a fifty-meter Rangdann Titan.
A dull thud echoed, a visible shockwave exploded, the Xenos shield overloaded, its chest bio-armor shattered, and it was knocked to the ground by the immense force.
Like an adult humiliating a child, the Rangdann Titan struggled and rolled on the ground, unable to get back up.
Ra turned again, his movements incredibly fluid, and swept his halberd horizontally, slaying another Xenos Titan.
The Atlantean possessed mobility far exceeding its size, a towering giant slaughtering the Xenos war machines.
The slightly smaller Rangdann Titans didn't even qualify for the Doom Slayer to use its weapons.
The fifteen-meter small models, attempting to use their mobility to harass, were crushed into pieces by the steel feet, as casually as a mortal stepping on a mouse.
The thirty-meter medium models were kicked kilometers away by a powerful kick from the Atlantean, disintegrating in mid-air.
The ten Atlantis Titans displayed absolute dominance, overwhelming the hundred Rangdann Titans without even needing to use their shoulder-mounted heavy cannons.
The Atlantean's mobility was terrifying; its running speed was faster than the Rangdann's upper body rotation, clearly not a match of the same caliber.
The soft cape on the Mecha's back, made of light-diffusing material, could generate light and shadow illusions, obscuring the Mecha's true movements.
The movements of the swinging halberd were elusive, surrounded by several feint illusions, leaving the Xenos unsure how to dodge.
The dimensional halberd and great axe ignored all shields and armor, each swing resulting in the destruction of a machine and the death of its pilot.
"Human! Take this!" Sirens blared across the field, a hysterical roar deafening: "Feel the vengeful wrath of my race!"
Several Rangdann Titans sacrificed themselves to gain a visual targeting opportunity, their shoulder-mounted plasma cannons roaring in anger, seeking revenge for their fallen kin.
"Incompetent roars." Ra didn't want to use his shield to block, analyzing the firing trajectory within nanoseconds.
He shifted slightly to the side, and the hundred-meter-tall war machine flexibly dodged the plasma cannon attack.
"How is that possible!"
The Rangdann could not believe what they saw; the firing opportunity gained through sacrifice was dodged by an insignificant movement from the enemy.
"Nothing is impossible," Ra's words were filled with contempt, as the dimensional halberd sliced the Titan in half, detonating its reactor.
"You have witnessed power beyond imagination, and your hearts simply refuse to believe it."
Five minutes after landing, most of the Xenos Titans were destroyed, the remaining ones lying on the ground, unable to rise.
After clearing the landing zone, Ra stood, leaning on the gigantic halberd, and called the Titan transport ship through the comms channel, releasing the mortal Titans: "Titans can land now."
Mechanical thrones descended from the sky, and Argent Nur's Auxiliary Army's Titan units were deployed into the battlefield.
The Mortal Auxiliary Army of Argent Nur, possessing its own Titans, was a product of Atlantean technological devolution.
Compared to the highly mobile Atlantean Titans, which focused on Titan combat, the mortal Titans leaned towards long-range firepower.
Completely operated by mortals, their technological path, after several iterations, formed its own distinct branch, independent of the Sentinels and Doom Slayer.
A hundred Custodes teleported into the arena, with the Blade Champion leading the charge.
Among the Custodes, those called "Champion" naturally possessed formidable combat power, wielding gigantic Power Swords.
The Blade Champion was unstoppable, and alien overlords fell one after another.
Occasionally, stray plasma cannon shots hit the Custodes, but the flickering dimensional shields blocked the attacks, ensuring their safety.
An ancient Terran proverb states: "He who eats from another's hand is beholden to them."
The gifts from Argent Nur had added powerful protection to the superhuman warriors, increasing their combat power severalfold.
The Custodes greatly appreciated this gesture, and naturally fought with even greater vigor on the battlefield.
"Abominations, face the wrath of the Emperor!" the Blade Champion roared, now fully immersed in the thrill of battle, swinging his seemingly cumbersome greatsword with exquisite precision.
The Custodes rarely displayed strong emotions; their minds were relatively calm, almost ruthlessly efficient.
But the Blade Champion was different; he was the Emperor's most valiant fighter, needing to unleash pure fury upon the enemy.
Every attack angle was incredibly precise, and each swing of his sword brought down several aliens.
The Rangdan front line at this moment was repeatedly oscillating between regrouping and collapsing.
Under the Custodes' charge, the unprepared Rangdan army, tens of thousands of elite warriors, found it difficult to mount any threatening offensive.
Seizing this opportunity, Urian redeployed the Imperial front line, setting up defenses to await the next wave of impact.
As a commander, the Grand Master was well aware that the Custodes' charge and the Titans' victory were temporary.
Once the Rangdan adapted to the Custodes' attacks, the golden-armored warriors might find themselves deeply encircled.
Urian knew he had no right to question how a Primarch arranged the Custodes; he fulfilled his duties by reorganizing the Imperial defensive line.
Even with a Primarch present and the Custodes helping to stabilize the line, he still had to perform his duties well.
He observed that the Rangdan's mortal servants had already withdrawn, moving around to the rear of the Hive City to regroup within it.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the upcoming battle would still be a war of attrition.
"Imperial Legions, ensure your safety," a grand voice announced as Urian deployed his troops, "Pay attention to what's above your heads."
He looked up and saw an Atlantis Titan, which, after dealing with the alien Titans, had run to the edge of the battlefield between the two sides.
Upon hearing this, the Custodes, who were in the midst of charging, immediately abandoned their nearby enemies, retreating with astonishing speed.
The Rangdan elite warriors looked up at the giant blocking the sun, completely bewildered.
This area was protected by a shield, making Titan weapons largely ineffective; they could only be spectators.
Could it be that the pilot of this humanoid Mecha had some peculiar voyeuristic Hobbies?
When the Rangdan Titans fell, they didn't even have time to issue a warning that the Human Titans' weapons could penetrate the shield.
As they watched the golden-armored Human warriors run quickly and still wanted to pursue them, the Human Mecha raised the gigantic halberd in its hand.
Then, La, inside the cockpit, revealed a smile—the feeling of killing ants was truly satisfying!
The Atlantean brought his halberd down with force, raising waves of mud in the bloody filth, carving out a deep trench!
With a horizontal sweep of the halberd, Rangdan warriors fell like stalks of wheat, stunning both the Imperial defense line and the Rangdan Warmaster.
This was not the end; the Mecha knelt on one knee, sweeping its halberd back and forth, crushing the Rangdan line, causing chaos in their formation and screams echoing everywhere.
"Run!"
The Rangdan elite warriors shrieked, abandoning their respective lines and fleeing desperately towards the Human Hive City in the rear.
No creature could remain composed when facing the attacks of a towering giant.
They had completely lost their courage, and amidst the disarray of their formation, they propelled their biological armor's six omnidirectional legs, rapidly retreating to the rear.
La slowly stood up, holding the halberd with one hand and wiping the mud from the weapon with the other.
He did not pursue; the Atlantis Titan's orders were to help the Empire maintain the front line and repel the Rangdan, nothing more.
After completing its mission, the Atlantis Titan dragged the alien Titan wreckage together and collectively incinerated the alien creations.
This was a Primarch's order, an order that brooked no doubt.
The Rangdan were a strange alien species; any of their creations were to be completely eliminated to prevent future trouble.
The Adeptus Mechanicus priests looked on with pained expressions as the alien Titans were melted by plasma; there were still some admirable aspects to the alien creations.
Argent Nur's mortal Titans then descended; they were sixty meters tall, with a fixed rapid-fire composite cannon on their left arm, and a human-like right arm carrying various siege weapons.
At the Titan engagement site, the mortal Titans leveled the ground, allowing the Nur Auxiliary Army to land.
The Rangdan were terrified; they hid inside the Human Hive City, keeping the gates tightly shut and not daring to come out.
This was a critical period for Humanity to regain its spirit and deploy new forces.
Landing ships slowly descended, and the Nur Auxiliary Army slowly marched out in square formations, beginning to deploy defenses at the landing point.
Urian glanced over, and with the Space Marine's excellent vision combined with the helmet's built-in optical magnification, he clearly saw the Nur Auxiliary Army.
A flash of surprise crossed his eyes; the Auxiliary Army from a Primarch's world exuded strength just from their appearance.
They averaged over 1.9 meters in height, with robust, powerful physiques, uniform military bearing, and abundant spirit.
The mortal soldiers wore full-coverage Power Armor, which looked quite protective, and their weapons had a good appearance, suggesting considerable power.
Urian nodded continuously; he had seen countless mortal Auxiliary Armies, and this was a powerful force.
Although there were slight signs of inexperience, they would undergo a transformation after just one battle.
Before the Grand Master could finish his lament, the next scene astonished him.
He had heard that the Nur Stars extensively adopted machinery and even had the right to use A.I.
But what he saw left him speechless, feeling immense shock for a moment.
Several tall machines of various forms walked at the forefront; Urian immediately recognized them as Iron Man A.I.
And behind them were standardized automated soldiers, densely arrayed in square formations, emerging from the landing ships.
The automated soldiers were only half a man's height, with four mechanical legs as a chassis, a rectangular central control unit on top, and four large-caliber weapons on either side of the control unit.
Their firepower was astonishing, and their design was simple and elegant.
One to ten!
The Grand Master mentally calculated: Argent Nur had landed one hundred thousand Auxiliary Army soldiers, equipped with one million automated soldiers.
As the automated soldiers emerged, several-meter-tall Mecha also walked out, arrayed neatly at the landing point.
A large amount of engineering machinery also landed, beginning to construct barracks and defensive facilities, preparing for the battle against the aliens.
In space, Blazkowicz was commanding the fleet's operations; the situation did not allow for any relaxation.
The Rangdan's counterattack was relentless, frantically assaulting the alert line he had drawn, trying to break through to reinforce Morse.
Argent Nur's ships continuously repelled the Rangdan, stabilizing the defensive line, but the First Fleet's ship numbers were far inferior to the Rangdan's.
The fleet was providing support in various locations, as the Rangdan attacked from multiple positions, probing for the First Fleet's weak points.
"Primarch!" a communication came through the channel, spoken with supreme reverence.
Blazkowicz's face was expressionless, maintaining the dignity befitting a Primarch, but deep down, he felt considerably more relaxed.
One hour after the First Fleet arrived, the First Legion's fleet made contact, arriving just in time.
"How many ships do you still have?" Blazkowicz lightly raised his chin, asking the "Lord of the Legion" of the First Legion in a condescending manner.
"Reporting, Primarch," the Lord of the Void Sky Army felt no impropriety; a Primarch should have such a demeanor, he carefully replied, "Our fleet has not suffered major losses; the fleet's structure is intact."
"Very good." Blazkowicz's heart secretly rejoiced, and he slowly nodded, his voice deep: "Urian's arrangements were good; preserving strength was his most correct decision."
The Lord of the Void Sky Army lowered his head, not daring to overstep or make excuses for the Grand Master.
"Split your fleet," Blazkowicz clicked on the holographic image, marking several important areas: "Using three Gloriana Queens as the core, defend these areas."
"Your command will be obeyed!" The Lord of the Void Sky Army stood at attention, fist pressed to his chest, performing the warrior's salute to the Warrior King.
"The First Legion will never let a single alien escape!"
"I have received your resolve," Blazkowicz nodded to him, affirming the Lord of the Legion's determination, and also issued a warning: "Do not be reckless, do not repeat past mistakes!"
Hearing the Primarch's pointed words, the Lord of the Legion's body trembled, his Power Armor creaking.
"The First Legion will not disappoint you," he knelt on one knee, head bowed, making a promise to the Primarch.
"Hurry and enter the battlefield." Blazkowicz gave a final instruction, dismissed the holographic projection, and focused his attention on the grand strategy.