Chapter 1091 Siege of Attica (3)
“Good shot, Edson.”
After the enemy was eliminated, Mathias praised his brother at the right time, Then he said in a deep voice:
"Now, line up, we advance to coordinates 3-7-2."
When they lined up, the artillery fire stopped for a while.
Instead of a foolish din, the knights heard the crunch of iron hooves crushing rubble barricades and mangled vehicles, and the towering debris of the collapsed hive surrounded them like a mountain, masking the sounds of the ongoing battle around them.
The Knights are huge machines, but these wrecks are even larger, made of reinforced concrete and scrap metal hundreds of meters high.
Looking around, there are only these dirty and polluted walls, statues blackened by ashes, barbed wire wrapped around the looming gargoyles, and horrifying remains hung on them.
“The corruption of this place is too great.”
For a moment, the whispers from the Mechanic Throne came flooding in, the words swirling, close enough to be heard almost clearly , various images flashed through Mathias's mind involuntarily: on a muddy swamp covered with complicated barbed wire, the soldiers struggled together like animals, in a gray desert, the sun shone on the sparkling silver In the city, and in the even more twisted and depraved land, mortals and demons fight.
At that moment, he understood that the machine spirit of the Scorpion Stinger was showing him the place where it had fought, and that the galaxy was a vaster and stranger place than Mathias had ever known.
Suddenly, the collision alarm brought him back to reality. When he discovered that a rocket hit the void shield of the nearby knight mecha, he cursed.
"Brace yourself!"
Madias yelled, falling rubble hissing against his ion shield.
“I’m sorry.”
As the knight spoke, he used firepower to wipe out the attackers and politely apologized to the knight's machine spirit. Fortunately, his car was intact.
As they passed through a crossroads strewn with corpses, Mathias twisted the knight above his hips. There was no sign of life on his auspicious auspicious sign. There was no one alive in the area.
"Madias."
At this time, the voice of his father, Archduke Olga, suddenly sounded near the Mechanical Throne.
“Our Throne is a great source of power and wisdom, but mastering it takes time, fitness is just the beginning, any mental mistakes you make while your connection to the Machine Soul is still disconnected It’s all dangerous, you have to learn to accept it, but you also have to control it.”
Mathias nodded, and his interactive interface converted this action into a signal of gratitude and transmitted it to the communication array.
The queue marched quietly and slowly among the ruins of towering buildings.
Suddenly, a Thunderhawk flew low overhead, the roar of its engine echoing in the canyon-like streets.
Their weapons flashed, firing at some distant target.
“Where have all the traitors gone? Shouldn’t bombing lead them towards our guns?”
"We are near the enemy's flank. Mathias, expand your auspicious auspiciousness, Orfur, and you too."
Mathias strives to expand his vision; Subconsciously directing his vehicle, he took a moment to examine the broader strategic situation.
Standing back and waiting is disgraceful, not to mention a waste of time.
Soshyan's plan was classic and bold. The Imperial Navy's light spears triggered an endless fire, which was enough to drive the traitors hiding in the surface bunker out of their lairs and send them under the guns of the Empire. Those enemies hiding deeper have only one choice, attack or retreat, and retreat means giving the empire the time and ability to deploy more combat forces on the ground and execute more plans.
Such as injecting tens of thousands of tons of poison gas into underground passages.
As one of the backbone of the attack, the knights will advance into the burning city, crush the main resistance force, and at the same time eliminate the danger of any heretics breaking out in coordination. Mathias could see that this was working by looking at the strategic map and troop deployment runes on his retinas.
"Did you see that?"
Madias pointed out a few key runes and had them flash on his companion's retina display.
“The Astral Knights have completed the siege of the coastal area of the hive city and are deep into the hive city along a passage. The main enemy force is gathering in the direction of the Dark Angel.”
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"They are lining up to die."
"There, focus on our target coordinates."
Madias' fingers twitched unconsciously as he marked his runes. His cockpit shook with each stride his mount took, but the message was as clear to him as daylight.
"We have moved to the enemy's flank, close enough."
Grand Duke Olga also assessed the situation and agreed with Mathias's view.
"Both of you, be careful. I understand that they are a ragtag group of armored vehicles. Raise the shield, prepare your weapons, and stride forward. We have to reach the next intersection before them."
Madias immediately obeyed his father's order, understanding the wisdom in his words - the enemy moved towards the array from the south, with their armored forces in front, and whoever reached the intersection first would be able to defeat the enemy in the hive. Destroyed enemies blocking them between large helipads.
The knights turned their attention to the battle. The enemy's first round of fire came violently towards them. At the same time, a large number of tentative formations appeared between the ruins of the towering buildings and the open area at the crossroads. Firepower.
Cannonballs and lasers splashed off the shields as Mathias stepped onto a pile of destroyed rail cars.
Soon a Paladin mecha came to his right, and the second one did the same thing on the left.
With the sound of rumbling footsteps, the three knights stopped and formed a shield wall to meet the charging enemy.
The Fallen tanks roared as fast as they could to catch up with the array - most of them were infantry transport vehicles, with a few tanks roaring in the middle.
The dirty machines were covered with crude slogans and fluttered with tattered banners. They carried twisted symbols. As for the precise meaning of the patterns, Mathias did not need to know; Know they are evil.
A few people were hanging the corpses wrapped in iron wire. They were probably those who refused to rebel with their comrades. Behind the armor, the auspicious device read the runes of this ragtag group, at least a few of them. Thousands of enemies.
Mathias felt the machine spirit on the throne stirring, and he tried to control it.
"No, not now, be quiet."
Madias whispered angrily, focusing on the target solution and the heavy fire attack on his shields.
"Children."
Olga intoned solemnly.
“Open fire.”
The energy of Mathias's melt cannon surged into flames with his will. He clenched a tactile glove, pumped his fist forward, and fired the first shot.
(End of this chapter)