From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 564 Fierce Battle

"All things decay. All living things are immortal."

The low chanting spread in the air like a plague, as if it was some kind of curse from the abyss, and every syllable carried a rotten and sticky feeling.

Then, an even more violent roar exploded—

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

Hysterical war cries echoed around the civilian tarmac, mixed with crazy laughter, the crisp sound of broken bones, and the hum of chaotic energy distorting reality.

These warriors who were once the elite of the Galactic Empire and served under Darth Vader have now completely become minions of Chaos.

The emblem of the Galactic Empire still remained on their bodies, but the originally stern armor was now covered with wriggling tentacles of flesh and blood. What flickered behind the eyepieces was no longer the cold light of reason, but the madness blessed by Chaos.

They were once the sharpest swords of the Galactic Empire, ruthless enforcers in the hands of Lord Vader.

However, on the day Coruscant fell, older, darker forces overtook them.

At first it was just an illusion—

The whispers lingering in my ears and the shadows crawling in my dreams.

Then, their flesh began to mutate, blasphemous runes emerged beneath their skin, and their bones twisted and grew in severe pain, until finally, their will completely collapsed and they were reduced to puppets of the Chaos Gods.

But this is not pure corruption.

Long before their total depravity, their hands were stained with the blood of innocents.

Hundreds of millions of lives have been lost under their butcher knives. From civilians in bustling cities to fighters in the resistance army, death is always around.

Chaos simply magnified the tyranny and greed that already existed in their hearts, twisting the cold-blooded executioners into bloodthirsty demons.

The heretics broke through the blockade in twisted vehicles and descended on Tatooine like a festering boil.

Those airdrop pods were no longer cold metal structures, but "tumors" wrapped in pulsating flesh and blood, with smelly pus oozing from the surface. When the hatch opened and closed, it was like the throat of some giant beast.

The engines of the Chaos Transport spewed out dirty purple-black flames, dragging sickly trails in the sky, like rotting wounds tearing through the sky.

The guns of Sigismund's fleet had attempted to intercept them, but the treacherous power of Chaos allowed these profane aircraft to shuttle between the barrages in a way that defied the laws of physics.

And when they finally crashed into the ground, the moment the hatch burst, what came out was not soldiers, but a group of roaring deformed monsters.

The heretics did not come just to carry out Darth Vader's killings -

What they want is "conversion", which is to sink the entire galaxy into the abyss of chaos.

Civilians who failed to evacuate in time were the first to suffer disaster.

The heretics dragged them into the square with a blasphemous ritual, slit their throats with serrated daggers, and soaked the sand with their blood.

The victims' screams were distorted into hymns, their heads were piled up into skull pedestals and mausoleums, and their rotten internal organs were arranged into the shape of an eight-pointed star.

All this is just to please the ever-hungry evil god.

The survivors who managed to escape into the Imperial Fists' shelter were spared from becoming sacrifices, but were devoured by another kind of terror.

People huddled in makeshift shelters, hearing the continuous explosions and the howling of heretics in the distance.

The children covered their ears tightly, but could still hear the crazy war roar; the adults stared blankly at the sky, which had been dyed dark red by the chaotic energy, as if the entire planet was bleeding.

They couldn't comprehend what they were seeing.

Why did those who were once human beings turn into monsters made of wriggling flesh and metal?

Why is the sky burning with an evil fire that does not belong to nature?
Why can’t even death bring peace, but instead becomes the nourishment for “carnival”?

The nights on Tatooine have never been so long.

Under this bloody sky, the shadow of chaos is spreading
"Think long and you will know! Knowing is complex."

At this moment, hoarse and distorted spells vibrated in the air, like some blasphemous sound that did not belong to the real dimension.

The source of the sound was a Chaos follower that was undergoing a mutation.

Its skin was covered with a layer of crow-like feathers, and unnatural whiskers were wriggling deep in its throat. Its eyes were glowing a sickly blue-purple color.

It raised its deformed arms high, arcs of Warp fel energy lingering on its fingertips, and it was obviously brewing some kind of chaos spell that could distort reality.

Yet, its spell is not yet complete—

Shua——bang——!!

A blurry afterimage flashed by like thunder, followed by the muffled sound of bones shattering and flesh bursting.

The heretic who was chanting the spell just a second ago exploded in the next second as if he was hit by a heavy artillery.

Fluorescent blue corrupted blood splattered radially, smelly pieces of flesh and broken feathers splashed everywhere, and a few still twitching limbs even stuck to the nearby wall and slowly slid down.

The "culprit" who caused this scene was Spartan 042 Douglas.

There were various scorch marks on the surface of his Thor's Hammer power armor, and the tip of his right fist was emitting a slight white smoke due to the supersonic punch just now.

Douglas glanced down at the heretic head still squirming under his feet, then raised his right foot.

Puff! ! He stepped on it and it exploded.

Douglas interprets what "Spartan aesthetics of violence" is.

"Thinking for a long time will only lead to knowing shit!"

His voice came through an external speaker, full of undisguised contempt and disgust.

If the energy shield of Thor's hammer had not been deployed in time, the fluorescent blue corrupted blood would have probably splashed all over his body.

"Roar--!!"

However, the heretics around seemed to be angered by this blow.

Howls came one after another from the shadows, the friction of ragged power armor, and the crawling sound of mutated limbs approaching from all directions.

Several Chaos fanatics with brass emblems on their chests had already raised their bone axes, while further away, a mutant whose body had expanded three times in size was pushing aside his accomplices and rushing towards him. His spine had turned outward into bone spurs, and every step he took left corrosive footprints on the ground.

"Douglas, return to the team immediately!"

Jerome's voice exploded in the communication channel, and the background sound was mixed with the roar of Gauss guns and the sizzling sound of flesh being chopped.

Douglas glanced at the flashing IFF signal on the helmet screen and found that he had been out of the fire cover range for more than 042 meters. Seeing this, he started the sprint mode without hesitation. Before the first Chaos believer's bone axe chopped down, the Spartan had already shot back to the defense line like a cannonball, knocking away two heretics who tried to intercept along the way.

When his magnetic boots stepped back behind the bunker built by friendly forces, the place where he had just stood had been blown up by a corrupted rocket, leaving a large pit with evil flames.

"Before you crush their heads next time—"

Jerome tossed him a Gauss rifle filled with spike bullets and continued, "Remember to check the shield power first."

Douglas took the weapon, shot and killed a heretic, and said jokingly: "Don't worry, I will use their spine as charging cables next time."

now.

Looking down from the sky, the civilian apron area is like an isolated steel island standing in the chaotic waves.

The defense line built by more than eighty Spartan warriors showed amazing resilience. They worked together with auxiliary troops, clones and Terminators to block wave after wave of heretic troops outside their firepower network.

Compared with the bloody tug-of-war in other areas of the city, the defense line here is solid.

The casualty rate of the clones was within tactical expectations, and the losses of the Terminators were far below the battlefield average.

The Spartans suppressed the enemy's heavy firepower points with precise bursts of fire. Whenever a Chaos fanatic broke through the fire blockade, the Terminators would march forward with heavy steps. Carrying individual melta cannons, they would evaporate the heretics into charred and smelly corpses, while the clone soldiers would silently fill every gap, weaving a ruthless killing grid with the blue beams of the Gauss rifles.

And in the intricate streets and alleys of Mos Eisley, more than a dozen tactical teams of the Imperial Fists are playing out an even bloodier chapter.

When the bolt magazines are empty and the plasma guns are overloaded and melted, these giants wearing titanium power armor will transform into the most primitive war machines.

The roar of chainsaw swords replaced gunfire, and the dull sound of power fists crushing bones became the main theme.

They charged in a wedge formation, tearing through the crowd of heretics like a hot knife through butter.

The captain of a tactical squad had just smashed the head of a Chaos Giant with a power hammer, and turned around and used his shoulder armor to crash through a concrete wall, creating an escape route for the auxiliary troops covering him.

The other team "welded" the alloy shields to their left arms, and wielded their respective melee weapons or the corpses of the enemies in their right hands, forcing a bloody path to the shelter for the civilians in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Although the muscles of those stormtroopers blessed by Chaos were swollen and their skin was covered with fel energy lines, they were still as fragile as children in front of the Astartes.

When a dead soldier's spine was ripped out by the roots, its deformed brain didn't even realize that it was dead.

However, Darth Vader's fallen army is not without a chance of success.

If they were in an open area, thousands of Chaos followers could easily suppress a lone Astartes with a barrage of blaster fire, and the overwhelming rain of corrupted rockets could also blow several Astartes into pieces.

But Mos Eisley's maze-like urban structure perfectly offsets the advantage in numbers.

The narrow alleys forced the heretics to engage in small groups, which was just another "massacre" exercise for the Imperial Fists, who had experienced thousands of boarding battles.

At a certain corner, five Chaos believers had just raised their weapons when the captain of the tactical team suddenly broke through the wall and had their chests crushed by his powered knees or their entire bodies blown up by his iron fists.

In another drainage ditch, the heretic patrol that tried to outflank the enemy found that they had stepped on the "phosphorus fire" grenades that had been pre-placed by the tactical team.

The most ironic thing is that those monsters that were twisted into huge sizes by chaos became living targets of plasma cannons because they were unable to squeeze through the gaps in the ruins.

Even if the Astartes have used up all their ammunition and damaged all their melee weapons, their hands, feet, and even "saliva" still have extremely strong combat effectiveness.

However, all the advantages gained through bloody battles could be wiped out by a beam of destruction from orbit.

As Sigismund's fleet gradually collapsed and its front line retreated, Darth Vader's Chaos Fleet was completing its assembly in low-Earth orbit.

Through the broken clouds, one could occasionally catch a glimpse of the huge monsters with flesh and blood wriggling on their hulls. Their main guns were charging, and the dark red energy was pulsating in the barrels like a heartbeat.

By then, no matter how strong the individual combat power of Astartes and Spartans is, they will not be able to withstand the high-power orbital beams.

Sudden;

Swish—shua—! !

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly tore through the noise of the battlefield, and four blazing meteors fell from the sky, tearing a fatal gap in the anti-aircraft firepower network intertwined by the Chaos fleet.

These "meteors" are actually orbital airdrop pods that have been specially modified by the Thousand Sons. Their jet-black armored surfaces are engraved with Chinese characters that resist Chaos, and their edges are filled with light blue energy fields, making them as difficult to intercept as ghosts when passing through dense artillery fire.

When the airdrop chamber reached a critical height of only 3,000 meters from the ground, a series of crisp explosions suddenly came from the chamber as mechanical locks disengaged.

Bang~Bang~——!
The sophisticated transformation mechanism was activated instantly, and the outer layer of armor bloomed like petals, revealing the "sleeping" steel giant inside.

Four twenty-meter-high knight mechas stretched their bodies under the acceleration of gravity, and the wings folded on their backs unfolded with a "clang". The magnetic levitation engines spewed out azure ion streams, dragging four dazzling trails in the night sky.

These war machines, purchased at a huge price by the Imperial Fists from the Thousand Sons, now displayed their breathtaking "value".

Instead of crashing to the ground in an awkward manner, they hovered in an elegant arc, eight hundred meters above Mos Eisley.

This height is enough to avoid most ground firepower and bring the entire battlefield within range.

One of the mechas immediately used the metal hydrogen missile nests on its shoulders to unleash sixteen micro missiles, blasting the Chaos artillery positions that were gathering into a sea of ​​fire;
The other one activated the 200mm caliber hard light cannon in its "hand", causing a beam of destructive power emitting extremely high temperature and high power to sweep across, and the armor of dozens of corrupted tanks melted like wax.

Through the nerve and consciousness synchronization device, the knight pilots in the Heroic-class super-heavy cruiser have their consciousness perfectly integrated with the mecha.

They can feel the recoil of each artillery shell transmitted to their virtual limbs, and can even "smell" the smell of burnt flesh and blood on the battlefield through sensors.

Seeing this, the few remaining Vulture aerial gunboats immediately formed a three-dimensional firepower network with the knights.

These battered aircraft finally got a chance to catch their breath. They circled around the knights and fired their machine guns at the heretics who tried to launch sneak attacks with anti-aircraft weapons.

"Hoo~!"

Witnessing the arrival of the four knights, Douglas whistled on the communication channel and said with emotion:

"Finally, some decent firepower support has arrived."

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But John, who also looked up at the sky, did not utter any words of joy.

Because through the helmet screen, and with the assistance of Cortana, he saw a large number of transport ships rapidly approaching the surface of Tatooine.

This means that the fleet is about to carry out the mission of evacuating the people.

They and all combat units will hold on Tatooine until reinforcements sent by the Imperial Fists arrive.

Not long after, four Luna transport boats landed on the civilian helipad where they were stationed.

The hatch opened, and more auxiliary troops and biological and mechanical weapons were deployed to the battlefield, while the people were quickly guided into the cabin of the Luna transport ship.

Moreover, John also saw Obi-Wan Kenobi appearing on the tarmac with the arrival of the transport formation.
(End of this chapter)