From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 563 Gradually Turning into Hell
Boom. Boom——!
The scarlet sky of Tatooine was torn apart by countless scarlet tracks.

Those airdrop pods, which looked like rotting tumors, encountered fierce interception fire from the Imperial Fists when they broke through the atmosphere.

The close-in defense artillery array weaved a dense fire net, and the silent roar of the macro cannon shook the low-Earth orbit space. The airdrop capsule that was hit turned into a burning real meteor shower in the violent explosion, falling into the desert with a pus-like tail flame.

"Continue to suppress the fire!" Sigismund's voice echoed in the fleet communication channel, "Prioritize destroying large transport units!"

The side turret of a Kingfisher-class cruiser spewed out flames that were several kilometers long, and a group of Chaos transport boats that were breaking through the defense line were vaporized in an instant.

But this achievement is just a drop in the bucket for the Chaos Fleet.

More twisted airdrop pods were falling off the bellies of warships covered in pustules, like spores floating in the abyss of the universe, covering the sky and the earth and rushing towards Tatooine.

inside the bridge;
On the center console, Cortana's projection flashed rapidly, and her voice remained calm:
"The current interception efficiency can only be maintained at 17%. Commander, according to trajectory calculations, the first batch of Chaos ground forces will be deployed in 6 minutes."

Sigismund gazed at the star map.

The red marks representing the enemy forces have formed an encirclement, and their number is more than fifty times that of the Imperial Fleet.

The only top-level combat force under his command is the Valiant-class super-heavy cruiser that serves as his flagship. Every time its electromagnetic main gun is charged, it can tear a huge gap in the enemy's formation.

Although several Kingfisher-class cruisers can deal with the Star Destroyer, their energy shields are about to run out of energy.

On the other hand, the Chaos Fleet——

Thousands of twisted ships filled the orbital space like a school of rotting whales.

On the hulls of those ships corroded by the energy of the subspace, flesh and blood tissue were visible to the naked eye, wriggling, and the turrets were actually deformed organs growing from living tissue.

Most disturbing of all, three Chaos vessels, which seemed to be made of a large number of ships "glued" and "spliced" together, comparable to Emperor-class battleships, were slowly deploying their blasphemous rams, the ichor flowing on their surfaces strangely remaining liquid in the vacuum of space.

"Commander, if the fleet continues to fight head-on, we won't last more than sixty minutes."

As Cortana spoke, she also pulled up the fleet's damage report, showing that the starboard side of a Kingfisher-class ship had been melted by corrosive artillery fire. She then continued:

"It is recommended to immediately evacuate the local residents, otherwise we will lose the best window."

The bridge suddenly shook violently.

A ball of sticky green psychic flame exploded outside the observation window, sticking to the energy shield and making a silent sound.

Sigismund watched the shield's energy readings drop rapidly, his fingers digging into the metal edge of the center console.

On the tactical screen, the blue area representing orbital control was being rapidly devoured by Bloody. Without the fire support of the Sojourner-class dreadnoughts, and without the absolute suppression of the Emperor-class battleships, the outcome of this space battle was doomed from the start.

But the most deadly threat is yet to come.

When Chaos has complete orbital control, those blasphemous macro-cannons will be able to cleanse the entire surface like a plow.

By then, even if the Astartes, auxiliaries, Spartans and all combat units could escape the first round of bombing, the endless Chaos Legions that followed would completely overwhelm the defenders.

"Send all combat units to land on the surface, and at the same time, let the transport fleet speed up the evacuation." He finally spoke, his voice like the friction of frosted metal, "All ships form a circular defense line to buy at least 30 minutes for the ground, and then.
The fleet that has completed the evacuation of the people will immediately start the jump voyage and withdraw from the Tatooine space domain."

Even when faced with inevitable defeat, Sigismund's iron will remained unshaken.

He took one last look at the shrinking blue defense line on the tactical star map, turned around and strode towards the bridge exit, saying:

"Maintain orbital blocking to buy time for our landing."

Finally, he added: "By the Emperor, we will hold out until reinforcements arrive."

And, after giving his orders, Sigismund prepared to head to the surface on the Thunderhawk gunship.

Soon after, Mos Eisley;
The first batch of "tumor"-shaped airdrop pods smashed into the city like meteorites.

When these capsules wrapped in flesh and blood hit the ground, what exploded were not metal fragments, but sticky pus and blood and wriggling flesh tendrils.

On the outer wall of the building closest to the impact point, the splashing corrosive liquid was corroding the walls and the ground.

Climbing out of the exploded airdrop chamber were completely deformed stormtroopers.

Their once pristine white armor was now covered in pustules and growths, and some people's helmets had fused with their flesh and blood, sprouting curved horns;
Others swelled into two-meter-high "meat mountains", with yellow-green pus constantly oozing from the gaps in their armor.

The most disgusting thing is that they.
Or the blasters in their hands have mutated, with sharp bone spurs extending from the end of the barrel.

The Terminators and clones deployed on the outskirts of the city were the first to come into contact with them and launched an attack.

Accompanied by the roar of gunfire, a large number of deformed creatures were beaten to pieces, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.

But more corrupted stormtroopers were coming from all directions, making inhuman howls. Some of them directly chopped through the roadblocks with bone knives, while others sprayed corrosive mucus from their festering palms.

Whoosh—whoosh!

Ta-ta——!
The entire city instantly turned into a battlefield filled with gunfire and bullets.

The clone soldier's Gauss rifle drew a blue trail in the air, cutting the mutant in the front in half.

However, even if these Chaos-corrupted monsters lost their lower bodies, they could still crawl on their hands until their heads were completely shattered by explosive bombs.

Ri~ Ta-ta-ta——!!

The rotating Gauss cannon of the Cyclops mecha spewed out dazzling blue flames, and the three gun barrels turned into blurred afterimages as they rotated at ultra-high speeds.

A metal storm composed of 20mm armor-piercing spike bullets instantly enveloped the entire street. The heretic deformities in the front exploded one after another like ripe fruits. Rotting viscera and bone fragments splattered on the outer walls of the buildings on both sides, dyeing the yellow and white walls into scarlet and rotten green.

"Keep suppressing fire! There's a fish slipping through the net on the left!"

The mecha pilot roared in the cabin, sweat dripping down his temple.

"learn."

The three clone teams cooperating with this Cyclops responded on the communication channel with a thick nasal voice and without any emotional fluctuations.

The three clone teams used mechas as fulcrums to build a crossfire network, and Gauss guns and machine guns formed a web of death in this street.

In just a few minutes, they had repelled five waves of attacks, and the piled up heretic corpses almost blocked the entire street.

But at this moment, the buzzing sound of the machine gun suddenly stopped.

This indicated that the Cyclops' machine gun ammunition was running out, and at this time, more twisted figures emerged from the shadows at the end of the street.

“Roar! Sacrifice blood to the blood god, and offer skull to the skull throne!”

Amid a deafening roar, a two-and-a-half-meter-tall giant figure pushed aside the accomplices blocking the way and strode forward.

This former stormtrooper had swelled into a terrifying giant, with red muscles covered with blood vessels exposed under the bursting power suit, and fragments of white armor deeply embedded in the mutated flesh. The giant axe in its hand, which was twisted from the spine, was dripping with corrosive blood.

"damn it!"

Seeing this, the driver pushed the joystick down suddenly, causing the hydraulic system of the mecha's left arm to emit a sharp hiss, and the alloy shield was quickly raised.

Clang——!!!
The moment the bone axe collided with the metal shield, the sharp impact sound shattered all the glass windows nearby.

The alarm in the cockpit flashed wildly, and the driver was shocked so much that he bit his tongue, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Through the cracked observation window, he saw the guy holding up a bone axe with a grin, and a strange red light lingering on the axe blade.

"For the Emperor!"

The driver also roared and pressed the emergency jet button, and the deflagration jet on the left arm of the mecha suddenly burst out with a hot fire dragon.

"Ow-!!"

The giant let out an inhuman howl in the flames, but still stubbornly moved forward, with the burning axe raised high once again.

The moment the burning axe fell, the pilot immediately activated the "Emergency Protocol", and a dazzling red light suddenly lit up in the cockpit, and a mechanical female voice said mercilessly:

"Self-destruct sequence activated—"

The giant's hideous smile was frozen on his twisted face.

Its protruding nostril smelled a pungent odor, and when the axe blade was only half a meter away from the mecha cockpit, the entire street was suddenly engulfed by a dazzling white light like the sun.

boom--! ! !
The shock wave shattered all the buildings within a radius of ten meters into pieces, and the clone soldiers were silently swallowed by the flames.

Miniature mushroom clouds were reflected in their lifeless pupils. There were no screams or struggles, and they fell down in an orderly manner like harvested ears of wheat.

The high-temperature air waves even vaporized dozens of Khorne fanatics, leaving only the soles of their feet with the "brass emblem" nailed to the ground.

When the smoke cleared, the surviving heretics stumbled through the burning ruins.

A heretic with goat horns used his claws to dig up the remains of the clone and suddenly let out an angry roar:

"No souls! These cans are empty!"

It kicked away a charred skull in anger—

It was just a standardized skull of a clone trooper; even the expression on his face when he died looked like a product copied on an assembly line.

"Blood God is above."

The giant crawled out of the rubble, dragging his charred lower body. Its broken bones and damaged skin were regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, but its face became more hideous, as if it had completely lost its original human appearance.

It inserted its bloody fingertips into the cold chest of the clone's corpse, but could not feel any "afterglow" of fear at all.

From birth to destruction, these cloned creations did not show even the slightest ripple of emotion.

The surviving heretics in the distance began to hack and kill each other impatiently. They were in urgent need of filling the emptiness of this massacre with real pain and wailing.

In the center of the scorched earth, a clone soldier's half-melted helmet was still emitting electronic sparks, and the recorder was playing the final battle data in a loop.

There were no last words, no confessions, only perfectly executed tactical instructions until the flames turned everything into ashes of nothingness.

In the vast war machine of the human empire, the Astartes, auxiliary troops, and various special units are more like precise "sharp knives" -

They were deployed at the most deadly nodes on the battlefield, tearing through the enemy's steel defenses, smashing solid positions, and disintegrating dense firepower networks with thundering force.

However, it was the low-cost clone soldiers who did not need to pay pensions, and the cold and efficient combat machines that truly took on the task of comprehensive advancement.

These soulless warriors are just another "currency" of the empire——

They were mass-produced, consumed ruthlessly, and turned into mere numbers in a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

When their iron bodies were torn apart by artillery fire, when their cloned flesh was cut off by the sharp blades of heresy, the minions of Chaos could not draw any pleasure from it.

There was no wailing of fear, no desperate struggle, not even a trace of the soul's remnant left.

These silent war machines were as hollow, precise, and uneventful in death as they had been in life.

However, it was this cold efficiency that angered the heretics who had fallen into Chaos.

In the ruins of Mos Eisley, the heretics under Darth Vader are growing more and more crazy.

They roared and swung their bloodstained bone swords, crushing the remains of the clones into pieces; they released twisted witchcraft flames, burning rows of combat machines.

But no matter how they killed, they could not satisfy the evil god's hunger, nor fill the emptiness deep in their souls.

Then, in a rage, they turned to the living flesh and blood, the fear-filled souls of the city's civilians.

Mos Eisley, the once prosperous port city, is now gradually turning into hell amid the ravages of chaos.

The streets were littered with the wreckage of clones and terminators, and deeper inside, the screams of humanity echoed under the burning dome.

On the civilian apron side under the responsibility of Sparta, the battle was also becoming increasingly intense.

Ri~Swoosh————! !

A piercing scream suddenly tore through the night sky, and a blazing Spartan beam pierced through the darkness like a spear of judgment, accurately hitting a slowly advancing corrupted tank.

That abominable war machine had long been eroded by Chaos, maggots and corrupt bacteria crawling on the surface of its armor, its gun barrel twisted like a festering tentacle, and the moment the beam of light penetrated it, the corrupted fuel tank exploded instantly.

Boom-boom! !

Amid the deafening explosion, smelly pus, blood and metal fragments poured out like a rainstorm, corroding the ground dozens of meters nearby and leaving scorch marks.

The Spartan warriors blocked the heretics who were airdropped with precise crossfire.

The roar of Gauss guns and the hum of plasma weapons intertwined into a web of death, tearing into pieces the Fallen who were wearing tattered power shirts and their skin covered with Chaos tattoos.

Under their helmets, their eyes were as cold as machines.

There were no blood-boiling shouts, only absolutely efficient killing.

Behind them, the originally noisy Tatooine civilians were now silent. The ragged refugees huddled behind their shelters, their cracked lips trembling, but they dared not utter a word of complaint.

Their cloudy eyeballs reflected the airdrop pods falling from the sky and the burning corpses on the ground. These horrific scenes, far beyond the comprehension of mortals, had completely crushed their imagination of "war".

At this moment, the only hope for survival lies in the silent Spartans and the human empire combat units stationed here.
(End of this chapter)