From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 529 "What are you all standing there for?! Fire! Fire!!"

At this time, in the docking port of Sector 7 of the Death Star, the fighting was still fierce.

Bang! Bang!
call out!call out!
The roar of bolt guns and the scream of blaster rifles intertwined, broken armor and human tissue were scattered on the ground, and blood gathered into small "streams" on the cold metal floor.

The SA's line had been shattered, hundreds of soldiers lay in pools of blood, and the casualty figure was rapidly approaching the thousand mark.

Their morale was close to collapse, and the eyes under the helmets were filled with fear and despair.

If it weren't for the orders from their superiors and the severe punishment, as well as the fact that they had no way to retreat, they would have chosen to surrender and flee long ago.

In contrast, the six Blood Crow veterans were moving around the battlefield like the gods of death. Their power armor was covered with bullet holes, but they were still standing, as if they were invincible.

Even these battle-hardened Astartes veterans could not completely avoid losses.

In such a high-intensity firefight, their ammunition reserves have been exhausted and the power of their energy shields has continued to decline.

Although the stormtroopers' shooting skills were "terrible", due to their absolute numerical advantage, many blaster beam shells still managed to hit the fast-moving Blood Crow veterans.

Every hit would cause ripples in their energy shields, or even break them.

That's why there are marks of high temperature burns on their armor.

Fortunately, the shield system of the Titanium Armor is sustainable. Even if the shield is broken, it only takes a moment to restore the energy.

Clang—clang—click!

Suddenly, the veteran captain's bolter made an empty-chamber sound, indicating that the last magazine was empty.

Without any hesitation, he quickly attached the bolt gun to the magnetic lock on the right side of his waist. Then, his right hand reached to the other side of his waist and grasped the hilt of the power sword with smooth and skillful movements.

Clang——hum——!
With a crisp sound of metal friction, the power sword was pulled out of the scabbard, and the energy field on the blade was instantly activated, emitting a low hum.

Blue arcs of electricity jumped on the blade, like an awakened thunder dragon, craving for the nourishment of blood.

Under the helmet, the bearded veteran captain looked at the remaining stormtroopers in front of him with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

His voice came through the helmet's external speaker. It was deep, majestic, and had a signature metallic texture. All I could hear was:
"If you want to live, surrender."

Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed out like lightning, and the power sword drew a deadly arc in the air.

Wherever the sword passed, the stormtroopers were easily cut off like straw. Their armor and flesh instantly vaporized under the high temperature of the energy field, and a burnt smell filled the air.

The other five Blood Crow veterans followed closely behind, drawing their power swords, chainsaw axes and other melee weapons and launching a crushing attack.

Every swing of the sword was accompanied by the enemy's screams and flying flesh and blood. The stormtroopers tried to organize a final resistance, but their efforts seemed so futile in front of these Astartes veterans.

! !
"Surrender! We surrender!"

“Don’t kill me!!”

The mournful cries for mercy echoed in the port, like a sharp blade cutting through the battlefield that was originally filled with gunfire and roars.

The stormtroopers witnessed the Blood Crow veterans drawing their melee weapons and acting far more ferociously than before, and the last bit of courage in their hearts was completely shattered.

The humming of power swords, the roar of chainswords, and the whistling of energy weapons tearing through the air made those stormtroopers who once claimed to be the elite of the Empire look like lambs to the slaughter, unable to fight back.

"Please spare my life."

A stormtrooper fell to his knees, trembling, and the blaster in his hand had long been thrown aside.

His voice was filled with fear and despair, as if the Blood Crow veteran in front of him was a demon crawling out of hell.

Other stormtroopers followed suit, dropping their weapons and raising their hands, trying to surrender in exchange for a chance of survival.

Their commander had long since disappeared, and the so-called orders and punishments seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the threat of death.

Can't beat it!

It can't be beaten at all!
Even the "simple task" of slowing down the Blood Crow veterans became an impossible luxury.

These warriors in power armor before them were simply unstoppable war machines. Every time they swung their swords, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and every charge caused the stormtroopers' line to collapse more completely.

In the face of absolute power, numerical advantage seems so ridiculous.

The stormtroopers finally realized that continued resistance would only lead to ruthless slaughter.

With their lives at stake, the stormtroopers forced into close combat with the Blood Raven veterans immediately made their only and most sensible choice: surrender.

Fortunately, the Blood Ravens are not one of those "bloodthirsty" alternative companies.

When the six Blood Crow veterans realized that the stormtroopers around them had been completely frightened, almost all of them had pale faces and weak legs, and some had even collapsed to the ground and were almost incontinent, they temporarily stopped killing.

The humming sound of the power sword gradually weakened, the roar of the chainsaw sword also fell silent, and the smell of death in the air seemed to have dissipated a little.

At the same time, the words "Primarch Curze and his Glory Guard are about to arrive, estimated time: 2 minutes and 30 seconds" were displayed on their helmet screens.

The veteran captain's gaze lingered on the information for a moment, then he glanced around.

The weapons of the surrendered stormtroopers were scattered on the ground like a pile of useless scrap metal.

The veteran captain knew that if they waited until Curze and his Night Lords arrived, these stormtroopers would not even have a chance to beg for mercy.

Although the Blood Crows and the Night Lords rarely interacted with each other, they had heard about the other party's style.

It was a legion that took pleasure in fear and torture, and their arrival often meant indiscriminate massacre and endless suffering.

Seeing this, the veteran captain took a deep breath, and his deep voice came out again through the speaker of his helmet:
"Step aside and lie prone on the ground. This is your only chance."

His tone was cold and majestic, as if he was pronouncing a final pardon.

Hearing this, the stormtroopers felt as if they had been pardoned, and quickly dragged their trembling bodies back to the corner, fearing that any of their actions would anger these terrible warriors again.

The Blood Raven veterans didn't even look at them again, but quickly adjusted their formation to prepare to meet the approaching Curze and his guards.

Whoosh-whoosh-!
Sharp beams of blasting energy cut through the air, shooting continuously from behind distant cover, trying to suppress the pace of the Blood Crow veterans.

The stormtroopers hiding behind the bunkers, despite witnessing the tragic plight of their companions, still held on to a glimmer of hope.

They firmly believed that support from "professionals" would soon arrive, and that the distance between themselves and the Blood Crow veterans was safe enough for them to continue to carry out the orders of their superiors.

Their fingers were tightly on the triggers, and the muzzles of the blasters continuously spewed out hot energy beams. Even though most of these attacks were easily deflected by the energy shields of the Blood Raven veterans, they were still outputting firepower.

Anyway, they were "trying hard" to carry out their mission. It was just that the Blood Crow veterans were too difficult to kill, and it had nothing to do with them.

At this moment, the originally bright lights began to flicker, as if the entire port of call was trembling at some unknown force.

The flickering lights cast swaying shadows on the ground, giving off an oppressive atmosphere. ?

The psychic talents of the Blood Crow veterans enabled them to keenly sense abnormalities.

The auxiliary detection readings on their helmet screens also began to fluctuate violently, as if some indescribable "darkness" was approaching the docking port at an alarming speed.

The breath was cold and heavy, like a whisper from the abyss, carrying with it endless darkness.

The veteran captain frowned slightly and said in a deep voice on the internal communication: "Something is coming, prepare to meet the enemy."

Upon hearing this, the other veterans immediately adjusted their formation and clenched their weapons again.

Their eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, with their psychic senses fully activated, trying to capture the source of the dark aura.

As for the stormtroopers in the distance, they were simply ignored by them.

After all, the stormtroopers at this stage are almost blindly firing with courage, and their already low accuracy becomes even more "touching", and they do not pose any threat at all.

Om-!
A low humming sound was heard by the veterans' ears, as if some kind of power was gathering in the air.

Immediately afterwards, several invisible forces swept in from all directions, like invisible giant hands, pressing down hard on the six Blood Crow veterans.

Their energy shields instantly burst into dazzling ripples, and the shield power dropped sharply, on the verge of overload.

Even these battle-hardened warriors couldn't help but feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

The veterans' pace began to slow down, as if every step was stepping into thick mud.

The servo system of the power armor made a low humming sound, trying to resist this invisible force, but it seemed powerless.

On their helmet screens, the warning signals of the energy shield kept flashing, and the dazzling red light reflected on their visors, making them look particularly hideous.

next moment--

boom--! !

The several invisible forces suddenly increased in strength, as if the entire space was compressed.

The six Blood Crow veterans suddenly stopped and were completely unable to move forward.

Their power armor made a metallic friction sound under the heavy load, and the metal floor beneath their feet began to make a harsh twisting sound. The ground visibly sank, bent, and even cracked with fine cracks.

! !
The invisible force swept over like a huge wave, and for the first time, the six Blood Raven veterans truly experienced the feeling of powerlessness that the stormtroopers felt when facing them.

Their pace was completely suppressed, and even breathing became difficult.

However, the Blood Raven Veterans are no ordinary warriors.

They possess extraordinary psychic talents, and at this critical moment, out of the instinct of self-preservation, they have mobilized their psychic powers in an attempt to fight against this invisible force.

The pale golden psychic light flowed on the surface of their power armor like a thin layer of light film, successfully resisting the erosion of the dark power.

Although the pressure is still huge, it at least gives them a chance to breathe.

At the same time, the veterans' genetically enhanced eyesight quickly locked onto the enemy hiding in the dark.

There were several Sith apprentices wearing black robes and holding lightsabers.

Their figures appeared and disappeared under the flickering lights, as if they were ghosts.

These young Sith apprentices were obviously inexperienced. Although they were able to use the powerful Force, their skills were far from perfect.

The veteran captain's mind quickly flashed through the record of the company commander's confrontation with Darth Vader.

He knew that the best way to deal with these enemies who could manipulate the Force was to close the distance and use the strength, speed and reaction ability that the Astartes warriors were proud of to deliver a fatal blow when the opponent was careless.

Of course, Darth Vader doesn't seem to be suited to this approach.

Moreover, the veteran captain deduced how to deal with those Sith apprentices through the failure of their company commander.

After all, a Dark Lord of Darth Vader's level is almost impossible to deal with using such conventional means. His extraordinary Force is enough to terrify any Astartes warrior, even their company commanders.

But these young Sith apprentices were clearly not on the same level.

Therefore, the veteran captain immediately used the helmet screen to lock onto one of the Sith apprentices and shouted in the internal communication:

"Get closer to these bastards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the veteran captain's figure instantly turned into a shadow and rushed towards the Sith apprentice he had locked onto.

Boom, boom!

Every step he took caused the metal floor to vibrate dully, and the floor beneath his feet even dented slightly due to the huge impact force.

The other five Blood Crow veterans also locked onto their targets and attacked as swiftly as cheetahs.

Their movements were clean and neat, without any delay. Weapons such as power swords and chainsaw axes drew deadly arcs in the air, and the blue arcs of the power armor were particularly dazzling in the dim docking port.

In the blink of an eye, the veteran captain had rushed to the front of the Sith apprentice.

He raised his power sword high, the energy field on the blade emitted a low hum, and then chopped it down vertically with the force of thunder.

!!!

The Sith apprentice obviously did not expect that the speed of the Astartes warrior was so disproportionate to his size.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and even though he "foresaw" the direction of the veteran captain's attack, he still hurriedly raised the lightsaber held tightly in both hands, trying to block the fatal blow.

Om-! !

The moment the plasma force field and the energy beam of the Kyber crystal collided, a dazzling light burst out, as if a small star exploded between the two people.

Energy intertwined and sparks flew, illuminating the dim space around.

The Sith apprentice used the Force to briefly increase his own strength, which allowed him to barely block the attack from the veteran captain. Otherwise, he would have been cut in half vertically by the power sword.

Moreover, this Sith apprentice also sensed through the Force that if he tried to distance himself, the opponent would swing his sword back and cut him in half.

Then, the Sith apprentice did not dare to be arrogant, and hurriedly shouted at the stormtroopers who were watching from a distance:

"What are you all standing there for?! Fire! Fire!!"

(End of this chapter)