Emperor's Bane

Chapter 144 Purgatory ([-])

【Indomitable Truth】

The King of Knights of Caliban stood alone in front of his holographic tactical projection, and behind him were only some low-level legion liaison officers and mortal officers walking around, constantly conveying important or cumbersome orders.

Coswayne and Astland have already gone to the forefront. They have their own warships and companies to command. The talents and strengths of these best people can only be brought into full play when they are alone. What they need To be responsible for the fate of an entire formation, not to stay by the side of one's Primarch and obey orders.

And at this moment, Zhuang Sen actually doesn't need them. He has help that is more magical, more powerful, and more difficult to explain and express with pure science and technology.

The Primarch of the First Legion stared at the divination instrument in front of him, and no one could notice that his emerald green eyes were flashing with blue light from time to time, which was the spiritual energy breath from his blood relatives , Whenever this color slid past, the King of Knights of Caliban would frown unconsciously: he has never been used to the feeling of being cast on himself by a psyker, even if that person is his blood relative.

But in the face of genuine functions and benefits, he still temporarily compromised.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the holographic projection in front of the Lord of the Dark Angels is actually no different from other similar products: the chaotic battlefield is outlined with rough beam lines and dense bright spots, representing the two sides of the Empire and Ran Dan. The dirty light of a force flickered non-stop, stimulating every pair of pupils staring at the projection, and those dotted lines that symbolized the change of gravity and the range of the explosion also filled every inch of the fighting area all the time...

Everything constitutes the chaotic three-dimensional projection in front of Zhuang Sen, and the "Indomitable Truth" belonging to the First Legion is also constantly sending out radar-like signals to the vast battlefield to recover the most timely The situation on the battlefield.

Undoubtedly, this method is extremely slow, chaotic and unsafe, because the current void has become a battlefield intertwined with countless layers: the blood and fire fighting in the real universe is only the most superficial layer, And in those places that no living body can witness with their own eyes, no matter whether it is the First Legion or the Randan Fleet, they are throwing a large amount of electronic waste codes and interference signals into this battle without hesitation. Weapons are even deadlier than shrieking shrapnel, but neither side cares much about it, just blindly making every corner of this world a meat grinder in every sense.

The battle continues: in reality, in communication, in the soul, no one knows how long this battle lasted, and no one knows how many lives were lost in the last instant, maybe a hundred of Ran Dan's warships have already died Turned into the wreckage orbiting the Taxus 100 star, and maybe [-] million Randan's berserk dead were hit by the artillery fire of the imperial defenders during the emergency landing process, in the dance of friction and flames Howled mercilessly and turned into a scorched corpse.

But Ran Dan still has not broken through the defense line of the human empire surrounding the Taxus [-] star, even though they have never stopped oppressing and attacking for a moment, even though they have spent an unimaginably long time in the sky above this barren world, even though they once Tried again and again to circumvent or avoid this lonely world, or simply blow it to pieces, but all efforts and arrogant attempts were eventually stopped by those sane commanders.

After a long, careful, and dangerous pre-battle setup by the Dark Angels manipulating their unknown ancient relics, Tarks V has become a well-manicured trap: Jonson's The descendants activated the equipment buried under the surface of this ancient world, and temporarily stopped the rotation of this world. In this way, only one side of Taxus [-] faced Ran Dan's fleet, and this side had been destroyed by fire. Lizards, Dark Angels, countless elite imperial auxiliaries, and vast fortresses and artillery positions are completely occupied.

And above the dark side of the Taxus [-] star, there are void traps placed by the dark angels all over the sky. The invisible miniature artificial black holes, gravitational anchors and asteroid belts ready to detonate at any time make every huge battleship almost nowhere to go. Escaping form is like burying a minefield in the entire void on the advancing track of Ran Dan's fleet. The First Legion even desperately expanded this minefield to half of the galaxy, and everyone who tried to bypass the tower The Randan warships on the X[-] star all suffered the fate of shipwreck.

You know, Jonson and his heirs have been preparing this galaxy for several Terra standard months on and off, and no one knows what they have turned this ordinary place into The fleet could only carefully move its position under the guidance of the First Legion.

Vicious curses and swearing came out of the alien's command room. Every failed attempt made the alien's generals have a deeper understanding of the unfathomable offline of the First Legion. After paying no less than the cost of the battle losses on the front line, the alien generals in charge finally put away all their thoughts and began to go all out to carry out the remaining strategy.

Attack, destroy, land, occupy, eliminate every servant of the mad king, and end the battle before their great master and the [Future Engine] that is related to the future of the entire race arrive in this galaxy.

no matter what they have to pay.

Then the craziest offensive began.

All Randan warships: no matter what their previous missions were, no matter whether they could still join the battle or not, they were all put into the next offensive, and every imperial warship that could observe Every perspective has been occupied by endless alien war engines, and the fleet loyal to Holy Terra is like a white sail in a storm, crumbling and precarious.

But the facts have proved that no matter how violent and violent the storm is, it cannot sink every warship that dares to challenge the sea.

It was the bravest fighters, the most fearless resistance and the fiercest artillery fire to meet Ran Dan's frenzy. The fleet of the First Legion weaved the most splendid death net in the incomparably dark void, hundreds of The capital ship accurately filled every blank area of ​​firepower, and swayed a colorful and grotesque space post-modern painting in the most monotonous and dead starry sky. The roar of soldiers and the roar of warships are like the most cunning paintbrush , painted the blood and death of the alien as the most glorious scene art in the Great Crusade.

Every shell fired by the Dark Angels is the deadliest, just as deadly as they themselves, even the strongest Randan battleship's void shield and hull armor, in the face of such an offensive, is like a torrential rain The shriveled fallen leaves are generally fragile.

And more small warships and drones are always ready. They surround the capital ship like loyal hounds lying at the hunter's feet. Their fate is nothing more than being picketed by these sparrowhawks who regard death as home, and then they are concentratedly entertained by hundreds of muzzles and light spears.

Unable to break through, unable to disassemble, countless Randan warships hovering on the edge of the fire range waited for the chance of even a slight negligence from the imperial defenders, but until they were driven towards the inexhaustible place by the continuous stream of friendly forces and the mandatory orders of higher levels. Returning to death, none of them waited for the mistake from the Dark Angel.

The movement of the First Legion was like a perfect movement played by the gods in the clouds. Every step of their actions did not leave even a slight chance for Ran Dan's fleet. An indestructible shield firmly holds most of the air supremacy of the Taxus [-] star in his own hands.

But that's not all. Under the offensive of the Alien Empire at all costs, some airspace was eventually captured by Ran Dan's fleet. Hundreds of twisted warships rushed to these results at all costs. The warships covered the transport fleet carrying millions of troops. One after another, the giant steel beasts whimpered and were completely torn apart by the gunfire of the Dark Angels. The wreckage was captured by the gravity of the planet and turned into burning scrap iron. At the same time as it fell to the ground, tens of thousands of airdrop pods were like a sudden meteor shower, leaving streaks of blood-red streamer that tore apart the curtain on the gray sky in the barren world.

Before that, there were only a few hundred thousand people, and the small fight that only occupied a few fortresses on the edge of the fortress group was finally over. Relying on the relatively safe and reliable landing places left by the vanguard, countless Randan airdrop warehouses After experiencing the baptism of the defenders' empty artillery fire, cage after cage of warriors who had been "encouraged" to be out of shape was thrown onto the soft sand of the barren world.

In the blink of an eye, the gray-white desert had completely disappeared, and Ran Dan's army, like a storm of black sand on the grassland, appeared without warning from every inch of the defender's field of vision. The stubborn Ran Dan warriors were like trapped beasts that had escaped from their cages. Their roars became one, and hundreds of thousands of roars rang together, which could be heard clearly even more than ten kilometers away.

Vaguely, all kinds of armored equipment can be seen appearing in the sky full of dust raised by this army. Cannons, fighter planes, and even vicious war engines modeled after the Titans also appeared one after another on the invaders. It is looming in the frenzy, testing the psychology and body of every defender.

The real war has begun.

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"According to the report on the ground, Ran Dan's army has officially landed. Your Excellency Zhuang Sen, this time it is no longer the previous vanguard and scout troops with a size of only a few hundred thousand people. We found a large number of soldiers in Ran Dan's formation. Armored vehicles and heavy weapons."

The non-commissioned officer's voice came from behind the Primarch, and Jonson didn't turn his head. He just nodded slightly to show that he knew.

All the eyes of the Primarch have been devoted to the holographic tactical projection in front of him, and his pupils are constantly flashing blue light.

From the moment the war broke out, the King of Knights of Caliban was giving orders. Although he did not receive any detailed reports from the front line, he was always able to point out any point on the front line with ease. Omissions and misunderstandings, he did not stop for a moment, countless orders poured out of his mouth continuously, and passed through the busy liaison officers behind him to the hands of every high-ranking officer or captain on the front line .

His orders are always accurate, direct and critical, and even foreseen in advance, which makes more and more admiration and admiration turn into silent sights and gather on the King of Knights of Caliban.

But only he himself knows what is going on with all this.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Zhuang Sen is just facing a holographic tactical projection, deducing the direction of the war from the vague, chaotic and delayed information on it, but in the eyes of the lion king, this is not the case .

The psionic energy, the psionic energy from his blood relatives surrounds him, and with the blue light year passing by his eyes, Zhuang Sen has reached an informational agreement with his blood relatives in a sense. shared.

When Morgan was busy crushing the Randan wizard who dared to provoke her into soul fragments one by one, she did not stop her role as a supporter: every soul accumulated in the past ten years was at this time In Burning for Morgan's power, the Spider Queen can do far more than anyone can imagine.

Just like a real tarantula waiting and observing its prey, Morgan's senses drifted across the battlefield over and over again with the rhythm of the battle. Her keen senses were more sensitive than the best radar and information collection devices. They must be thousands of times more sophisticated and powerful. When she patrolled the battlefield over and over again, all the information she captured was reflected in Zhuang Sen's pupils through advanced spiritual perception.

Therefore, when Caliban's King of Knights looked at the holographic tactical projection in front of him, he could not only see where each of his warships was, but he could also see where it was in the past period of time. What did it do, what is it doing at this moment, each warship has been specially marked and explained: which squadron of which fleet it belongs to, what is its current situation, and even the Whether the morale of the soldiers is high, or is it on the verge of collapse.

Even the ambush pockets that the Dark Angels set up in advance were marked out one after another, allowing Jonson to clean up the enemy ships surrounding them in advance.

Who, where, what is the situation, which unit does it belong to, what was it doing just now, how is its morale, how is its condition, whether it will be threatened, whether it can withstand the next round of damage and surprise attack...

Jonson knew everything when the blue light shone in his eyes.

When he looked at this star map, which couldn't be more detailed, the bloody war before him became some kind of difficult grid game.

He controls, deploys, and ruthlessly sends worthless individuals to the most dangerous and outside positions, eroding the strength and morale of the alien fleet little by little, dividing the endless void into grids one after another, slowly Break down one by one.

When the liaison officer reported to him again on the situation on the ground, Johnson didn't even listen carefully: he believed in Vulkan's power.

For the current Primarch, what he needs to do most is to win this boring grid game with the help of his blood relatives all the time.

　The manuscript was eaten halfway through, and my mind almost collapsed.

　　Ah... I'm going to bed first, I'll decorate this one every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)