Chapter 193 A great victory (please vote!)
The noise outside was like fire, but inside the airborne cabin it was as silent as night.
All ascetic warriors allowed their minds to be fully immersed in pre-battle meditation.
The sound of Ork anti-aircraft fire gradually fell silent, allowing the fleet in orbit to mobilize more support and airdrop it - including Land Raiders, Predator tanks, Dreadnoughts Mecha.
This greatly accelerated the progress of the attack.
Once the wave of destruction begins, it can never be stopped, and blood flows from one control point to the next.
Looking from space, the entire area looks like it is infected by some kind of terrible cancer that eats away very quickly. The blazing fire spreads rapidly from node to node.
Finally, the first airdrop capsule hit the ground steadily, and the sound was so violent that it was like the earth was shaking.
It penetrated deeply into the depths of the earth's crust, splattering dust and mud. The rocks were not immune to the impact and were shattered to pieces, rushing in all directions with the rolling waves.
The next second, the hatch peeled off and hit the ground. The bolts originally installed on the frame also suddenly loosened, trembling endlessly.
Beneath the traumatized shell, the restraint cage cracked open, releasing its dangerous and deadly cargo.
After such a long wait, the ascetics finally rushed into the battlefield under the cover of fire. The shining bolters joined the already woven fire network and attacked the enemy in front of them overwhelmingly.
With the efforts of the Astral Knights Chapter, the bridgehead had been built before the drop pod landed.
After the first few minutes of fierce exchange of fire, the ascetics seized a foothold due to the greenskin counterattack. Based on this, the follow-up troops launched a steady stream of attacks to suppress the greenskin troops pouring out of the fortress. Defeat them all.
The attack from the air followed the battle group's consistent tactics - brutal and efficient, but also extremely terrifying in deterrence.
After gaining an initial advantage, the heavy transport ships also began to land on the surface of the planet one after another. Relying on the firepower support of the ground forces, the Predator tanks carried in the cabin drove out one after another.
The engines roared and the gun barrels moved back and forth. They were eager to lock on enemy targets one after another.
There are also Dreadnought Mechas. These most precious and rare battlefield resources have also been deployed on Flen. At this moment, they are walking out of their unique-shaped drop pods, with rotating cannons spitting out blazing flames. , the lightning claws were raised high.
The sky at this moment is like a grotesque tapestry with mottled colors, illuminated by strong flashes caused by bursts of explosions and flares rising from the ground.
From the invisible void, laser beams continue to bombard the surface, although sometimes their pure and flawless halo is disturbed by the trajectory of flying rockets or passing by the wings of airplanes.
The greenskin warlord guards trapped in the main fortress are still struggling to resist the first wave of attacks launched by the ascetics.
These big guys wearing heavy armor charged against the hail of bullets, trying to get close to the temporary position established by the ascetics, and their roars shook the earth.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
At the same time, on the outer shell of the fortress, various artillery appeared from behind the defenses that had not yet been destroyed. The barrels were almost parallel to the ground and were shaking under the influence of recoil.
And even bigger, fully armed fear cans also slowly walked out from the shadow of the city wall. They looked very much like the machine Soshyan killed earlier, but they were not so big,
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Their shoulder-mounted launchers were aimed at the areas where the fighting was most severe, firing grenades and rockets mercilessly.
For a while, the battle situation fell into a stalemate.
There is no doubt that those defending this place are indeed the most elite Orks on the entire planet. They fight to the death even in desperate situations. Once someone falls, the vacancy will be filled immediately, and no one will Reluctant to take even one step back.
During this period, special Ork teams carrying more deadly weapons continued to join the battlefield - Storm Guys, Tank Guys, Psycho Guys, and so on.
All this finally came to an end until the Cybertronica Legion emerged from the smoke with neat steps.
With the assistance of combat robots and astral knights, the ascetics quickly killed all the enemies around the landing point, and began to advance deeper into the area, expanding their occupation area and gradually establishing a stable front.
Bringing the battlefield perspective to a grander level, just as planned before, with the main fortress as the core, the Astra Militarum and the Lamenters Chapter have completed their respective deployments, and the battle line has formed a long and narrow arc. Line expansion.
Especially the Weeper Chapter in the north, they adopted more violent and faster tactics, and with the assistance of the Armored Assault Battalion, they quickly consolidated the advantages they had gained and completely destroyed the The energy core on Lun Prime.
At the same time, after fierce fighting, the Astra Militarum also occupied and secured the eastern approach to the fortress, cutting off the massive fortress from reinforcements. Although the green-skinned warlord of Fulun is still under the protection of the fortress, in fact, the fortress it built has become its own cage.
And the executioner has already arrived.
Bang——!
The airdrop hatch crashed to the ground, revealing a night sky that seemed to be bordered by flames. Everywhere you looked was a scene of destruction that was turning into ruins.
Looking to the west, it is not difficult to determine the positions of each squad from the echoing sound of bolter volleys.
Magyar's sight never left the north from beginning to end - the upward-climbing yellow-brown giant had been turned into a large area of dim, charred black by the flames, and was repeatedly baptized by the torrent of orbital bombardment. Finally, the access road leading to the warlord's fortress has now been blown beyond recognition, and the gravel soil thrown up has even obscured the horizon.
Fortresses and towers are squeezing and biting each other, just fighting for space. The inorganic steel shells interlock and merge to form the curtain walls and buttresses surrounding the fortress, and on top of this, they piece together the shape of the half-moon fortress and the fortress. These Creation stands proudly like a cliff.
At this moment, the fire was slowly licking along the monster's body, and the boiling smoke was as thick as a curtain, covering the barriers and protective walls layer by layer.
Although the shield on the top of the fortress is still rock solid, the surrounding low-level platforms have been completely destroyed, and only rubble fragments rolling down the slope are left where the entrance and exit should have been.
This means that there is no obstacle that can slow down the ground troops' charge.
The ascetics started running, and as soon as they jumped out of the drop cabin, they rushed along the road to the giant door in front of them, and rushed to the waiting garrison position.
Fires soared into the night sky, and the light emitted by the energy weapons continued to shine through the gloomy world around them like stars.
The Predator tank continued to bombard forward, and each time the main gun retracted and retracted, it would slightly sway backward on the road, while the Land Raider rolled over the unrecognizable land as if there was no one around.
Above the torrent of steel, the Storm Crow gunboat kept hovering at a low altitude, and the fuel in the engine boiled and roared, continuing to provide the downward thrust to stay in the air for this group of steel raptors that unleashed their lethality without reservation.
Mazar opened his mouth and took a deep breath, savoring the taste of the world he was about to massacre.
Finally, Mazar pulled out his Death Scythe and started running.
He didn't have to wait long for his first prey. The unfortunate group of guys were shooting at a Land Raider, not even realizing that Magyar was charging towards them.
By the time they came to their senses, it was already too late, and the roaring sickle swept past with the force of thunder.
Death bloomed in the center of the Ork line.
Whether it is armor or flesh, the huge scythe can easily tear them apart.
With the trajectory of the wave, the sparks of the arc explosion left a string of fleeting lights in the air.
Suddenly, Mazar began to laugh, although through the filtering of the helmet's audio system, the laughter mixed with thick white noise sounded almost like the roar of a beast.
As the sickle rises and falls again and again, the lifeless body keeps flying up and falling to the ground.
Under the personal leadership of Magyar, the vanguard force composed of the Terminator team advanced forward like a broken bamboo, and soon came to the front of the causeway.
At this time, the armored troops also approached the city, aimed at the fortress wall and started firing volleys of artillery fire.
Although the green-skinned defenders also set up defensive artillery positions on the city walls, there were sporadic counterattacks from time to time. This weak firepower was like a stone sinking in the sea, and it could not slow down the charge of an entire battle group that was still growing and expanding. momentum.
After breaking through the gate, Magyar was the first to rush into the fortress, while Soshyan and the Astral Knights only assisted them in fighting outside the fortress and did not enter the fortress together.
Because this is the honor that belongs to the ascetics.
Finally, three hours after Lord Magyar entered the fortress, the alien reaper appeared under the sky again, but he was standing on the top of the fortress.
One side of his shoulder armor was shattered, and he was covered in blood. He was holding a huge scythe in one hand and a huge and ferocious head in the other hand——
Flen Star The green-skinned warlord officially became the 245th collection of the Death Temple.
(End of this chapter)