Immortal, My Desperate Journey at 40k

Chapter 960 The Local Forces Collapse at the First Contact
"Demons!! They are a bunch of demons!!"

The scorching explosives blasted the civilian troops into a bloody mist one by one. As the bloody mist bloomed among the civilian troops, the citizens finally realized that they were no different from the commoners. Their physical fitness was not much stronger than that of the commoners. In fact, because they were too pampered, their physical fitness was even lower than that of the commoners struggling in the wild.

Moreover, their mental fortitude was the same. At least the troops composed of the commoners would fire on the empire's death angels, while these citizens didn't even dare to resist like the death angels. They didn't even dare to raise their weapons and shoot at the death angels.

When they saw the giants emerging from the blood mist that their companions had turned into, their psychological defenses completely collapsed. They could only hold their high-powered laser guns and tremble incessantly. They stood still out of fear and dared not fire at the giants.

The most these guys do is surrender to the giants, because that's all they know how to do. The citizens of this world have never experienced any battle. Compared to the commoners, their imagination of battle only exists in the works of art of this world. In their imagination, battle is a fair duel between a group of elegant knights on a vast plain, not a massacre like this. It's not the elegant battle they imagined.

Faced with this crushing massacre, this war devoid of any fairness, they were utterly powerless to resist. All they could do was surrender to the giants. As they surrendered, the planetary ruler behind the battlefield was enraged by their surrender. He angrily cursed the citizens who surrendered to the Imperial forces as cowards, and then activated the Iron Man production line he had prepared long ago. The activation of that Iron Man production line marked the beginning of a new phase in the war on this world.

When the first combat robot rolled off the production line and headed to the battlefield, the ruler of this world had already sealed his fate with white phosphorus. It's important to understand that in the current human empire, even in this era of revival, the use of artificial intelligence and combat robots is subject to severe restrictions and regulations. Furthermore, imperial law stipulates that the use of artificial intelligence and combat robots is illegal and can only be employed by the Twenty-first Legion. Yet, the ruler of this world was using such a thing as a combat robot.

It's quite obvious that this has crossed the Empire's bottom line. Although the Empire allows the 21st Legion to use artificial intelligence and combat robots, that's on the premise that the 21st Legion has power independent of the Empire. Now, the ruler of this world actually wants to use combat robots to kill the Empire's troops, which is absolutely intolerable to the Empire.

While the rulers of this world were using combat iron men to enter the battle, the transmigrators on the front lines had basically wiped out all the citizen troops. To be honest, the transmigrators actually held a very contemptuous attitude towards these citizen troops. These citizen troops were clearly better equipped than the commoners, but the results achieved by these citizen troops were not even as good as those organized by the commoners.

At least the troops made up of the lowly people struggling to survive in the wilderness could still fire at them, and they had not lost their courage under their attacks. But these pampered citizens were terrified the moment they saw them. They even forgot that they had weapons in their hands and that there were armored vehicles and tanks behind them. They didn't even dare to pull the trigger and shoot at the transmigrators.

The Federation's armored forces were like a pack of beasts with their teeth and claws pulled out in their hands. They didn't even dare to use their armored firepower to attack the transmigrators. They would only open the top compartments of the armored vehicles and tanks when the transmigrators found them, and then surrender to the transmigrators with their hands raised.

As for these cowardly fellows, the transmigrators didn't make things too difficult for them. They simply had the soldiers from this world they had captured put their weapons and horses together and told them not to move around. Then they continued deeper into the city. After they left, the soldiers from this world they had captured were very obedient. They squatted down on the spot, and some even took out the white flags they had prepared in advance and planted them around them.

After all, these pampered citizens, though perhaps lacking in courage, are certainly not unintelligent. They do not believe what their rulers say, but only what they see. When they were conscripted by their rulers, they had already considered what it would be like to be captured. Therefore, some of them had already prepared to surrender.

As the transmigrators entered the depths of the hive city, they encountered the Iron Warriors directly. First, a transmigrator squad stepped onto the main street of the hive city's core area. In an instant, the head of one of the transmigrators disappeared from his neck. As soon as that transmigrator was killed by the Iron Warriors, the other transmigrators seemed to react. They almost immediately understood what their enemy was. After all, they had seen too many of these things in the fleet. Moreover, in the current Revival Expeditionary Fleet, almost every fleet had a unit of Iron Warriors hidden in the warehouse. The transmigrators would only use these things in the most critical situations.

As soon as the transmigrators realized what they were dealing with, they immediately devised a countermeasure. They had dealt with many combat iron men before, including many remnants from the former Federation world. They had even conducted numerous combat training exercises with these combat iron men during their time in the fleet. Therefore, dealing with this kind of thing was very simple for them.

Faced with this top-tier warfare of the Human Federation, taking care of them didn't require much firepower or manpower. All they needed to do was send out their think tanks and use psionic energy to directly destroy the internal components of these combat ironmen. After all, these physical-technological war machines were utterly powerless against psionic energy, something completely defying the laws of physics. The think tanks' psionic energy pierced the core circuitry of the combat ironmen like invisible blades, blinding arcs of electricity erupting beneath their metal shells. As the first combat ironman crashed to the ground, more mechanical creations surged from the shadows of the buildings, their optical sensors flashing crimson, their steel legs grinding against the ground with a teeth-grinding screech.

"Spread out! Use the buildings for cover!" The transmigrator squad leader's roar exploded through the tactical channel. The transmigrators leaped into the alley like black lightning. The think tank's psionic shields bloomed with a ghostly blue light on their bodies. A combat robot raised the laser weapon on its arm, and the dense laser instantly turned the street where they had been standing into a honeycomb. Debris and shrapnel twisted into bizarre trajectories in the psionic field.

The think tank member still standing in the middle of the street looked at the combat iron men in front of him. The power of psionic energy danced in his hands, and the light of psionic energy shone in his eyes. As he began to use his psionic energy, streaks of blue lightning flew towards the combat iron men under his control. As the streaks of psionic energy continued to fly towards the combat iron men, the entire street was shrouded in the dark blue lightning. As the blue psionic light enveloped the entire street, the combat iron men that had been continuously attacking the transmigrators suddenly turned into lumps of scrap metal, smoking white on the ground.

Their internal components had been completely destroyed by the psionic power—this was the property of psionic power, which distorted the laws of reality. No matter how strong the battle iron man's armor was, no matter what kind of sturdy metal it was made of, under the psionic power that distorted the laws of reality, these things could not protect the battle iron man's fragile internal components. Under that psionic power, these creations in the physical universe were completely vulnerable.

After dealing with these combat iron men, the transmigrator team prepared to continue their journey. However, just as they were about to move forward, countless more combat iron men suddenly rushed out of the street. Their dense numbers almost filled the already enormous street of the city. Upon seeing these creatures, the transmigrators showed no emotion. They simply took a step back, placing themselves behind the think tank member, leaving the battle on the street to him.

After all, the transmigrators knew that although they could fight those combat iron men, their battles were nothing more than violently dismantling those combat iron men. Such battles would take a long time and were not very beneficial to the advancement of their overall battle lines.

The thinker gazed at the densely packed battle iron men before him, took a deep breath, and then the eerie blue psionic light in his eyes burst forth once more. Psionic lightning bolts appeared from the void around him, and with their appearance, the lifeless inorganic matter around him suddenly emitted mournful cries. As these cries echoed, a thin layer of frost almost completely covered the ground around the thinker. The thinker and the transmigrators ignored the cries from the inorganic matter, knowing it was a natural phenomenon that occurred during the use of psionic energy. They considered it not to be chaotic pollution, and even if it were, they wouldn't care, since they were now considered sources of pollution in the real universe from the subspace—a group of demons capable of traversing the real universe for an extended period.

As the think tank listened to his own wails as that inorganic matter, and the whispers of the subspace in his mind, a smile crept onto his lips. These things at least proved that his human body in the real universe was still human, and not a demon or anything like that. Only when they exposed the true form of the demon outside the real universe would the influence of these subspaces on humans not manifest in their bodies. And the appearance of these influences proved that they were still a group of humans, not completely demonic.

As the transmigrator, a think tank member, smiled and looked at the combat iron men, he raised one arm. The instant his arm was raised, the psionic lightning, as if guided, rushed towards the combat iron men. In an instant, the entire street was enveloped by this psionic lightning, the eerie blue light illuminating the street and the dome of the haunted city above it. This transmigrator, a think tank member, was an Alpha-level psionicist. The destruction caused by an Alpha-level psionicist is enormous, and he felt no pressure whatsoever when facing these combat iron men.

As the psionic lightning gradually disappeared from the street, the combat iron men that had once filled the entire street were now just piles of smoking scrap metal lying on the ground. After the combat iron men turned into scrap metal, the transmigrators stepped on these scrap metal pieces and continued their journey towards the nest city.

"Damn it! Why!! Why are there psionicists among these damned guys!! Why does this noble gene appear in these damned guys!!"

As the transmigrators finished dealing with the Iron Man and headed deeper into the nest city, the ruler of this world watched the last images transmitted by the Iron Man. He angrily slammed his fist on the metal table in front of him and started shouting wildly.

(End of this chapter)