From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 565 "Sword Dance" "Evacuation"

John's sight passed through the smoke-filled battlefield and locked onto the tall, thin figure wearing a brown cloak.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The former Jedi Master walked steadily, his boots rolling over the discarded magazines and charred metal fragments scattered on the ground, making slight "click" sounds.

Although the lightsaber has not been activated yet, his right hand has naturally rested on the hilt, with his knuckles slightly white, revealing that he is always on alert.

"Oh?"

Douglas' voice sounded in the communication channel, and he said with emotion: "It seems that this master is ready to show off his skills in front of us."

John did not respond to his comrades' teasing.

His eyes swept over the civilians who were boarding the ship, and he saw women hugging their crying children tightly, and the disabled people struggling to move forward with the help of auxiliary troops.

After confirming that the evacuation was proceeding in an orderly manner, he transferred temporary command to 104 Fred through the tactical network, then turned and left the firing position, walked towards the center of the apron, and said to Obi-Wan:

"With your presence, Master, we here at this fulcrum won't have to worry about the threat of enemy supernatural forces."

John's voice came through the external speakers, and was particularly clear in the gaps between the gunfire.

Obi-Wan had a bitter smile on his face when he heard this.

"What I can do is far less than what you warriors can do." The Jedi Master looked past John and towards the burning building in the distance: "Darth Vader's target has always been his descendants.

However, Luke and Lars' family have been strictly guarded by your commander. Vader's perception has been completely blocked. In a short period of time, he cannot locate Luke's location. "

A sharp explosion came from the east, and the dust raised by the shock wave swept over the figures of the two people.

His brown cloak fluttered in the hot wind, and Obi-Wan just narrowed his eyes slightly.

"so."

The Jedi Master's voice suddenly dropped to a low level, and he looked up at the night sky that was dyed red by chaotic energy.

The distorted shadows of the ships were vaguely visible in the clouds, like circling vultures waiting for the right moment to dive, and then Obi-Wan continued:

"When his search is fruitless, he will most likely focus his attention on me. Fighting alongside you will only bring you more casualties. I will act as bait to give you a chance of victory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Obi-Wan's figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

His knees were slightly bent, and the Force gathered around his body, forming visible ripples.

The next second, the Jedi Master soared into the air like an arrow, easily crossing the defense line built by the Spartans and auxiliary troops, and his cloak spread out behind him like the wings of an eagle.

The helmet screens of the auxiliary troops were unable to fully capture the trajectory of this action.

By the time everyone adjusted their focus, Obi-Wan had already landed lightly on the wreckage of a destroyed hovercraft.

"Roar--!"

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

Crazy war cries broke out among the heretics like a plague.

The wreckage of the hovercraft where Obi-Wan landed now looked like an isolated island in the eye of a storm, surrounded by twisted and deformed Chaos followers.

Their purple-red skin was covered with profane runes, the barrels of their blasters grew fang-like bone spikes, and the blades of the bone axes they wielded dripped with corrosive slime.

As the blue-white lightsaber cut through the smoke, hundreds of bloodshot eyes simultaneously locked onto the Jedi Master.

The roar of the blaster rifles tore through the air first, and dozens of scarlet blaster beams shot towards the top of the wreckage from different angles.

Obi-Wan's pupils contracted slightly, and the flow of time in his field of vision seemed to slow down suddenly.

The lightsaber rotated in an elegant arc in his palm, and the high-energy plasma blade accurately intercepted every incoming beam of light.

Buzz——buzz~——!!

The blocked blaster beam was not simply deflected. The Jedi Master shook his wrist slightly, and the blade deflected at a subtle angle, turning the refracted beam into a deadly return fire.

Three red lights pierced through the eye sockets of a mutant holding a bone axe, the throat of a Chaos believer who was reloading, and the heretic "priest" twenty meters away.

Puff. Puff——!
The target that was hit didn't even have time to scream before its skull exploded into a bloody mist in the "implosion".

There are still stray bullets coming from blind spots.

But just as the blaster beam was about to hit Obi-Wan's back, the invisible Force field rippled.

The trajectory of the light beam deviated strangely, and it accurately "disemboweled" the three lunatics who rushed over from the side. The rotten intestines were scattered on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound of frying.

Obi-Wan did not give the enemy a chance to regroup.

The Jedi Master leaped into the enemy group, his lightsaber trailing a dazzling afterimage through the air.

The first horizontal slash of the sword cut three stormtroopers wearing rusted helmets at the waist;

The second sword thrust upwards, a Chaos Giant who attempted a sneak attack was split in half, along with his axe;

The third spin, the thrown lightsaber was controlled by the Force, causing the heretics within five meters to fall down like harvested stalks.

Buzz~——sizzle——sizzle——!!

The lightsaber collided with the corrupted metal, producing dazzling sparks.

A giant in rusty armor swung a chain made of vertebrae and struck at him, but Obi-Wan dodged to the side and cut the sword along the joint of the opponent's arm, removing the entire mutant limb.

Without waiting for the enemy to wail, he swung his sword and sent his head flying into the sky.

Obi-Wan is like a "human meat grinder", carving out a "no man's land" among many heretics.

Every step the Jedi Master took created ripples in the pool of blood.

His movements were as graceful as flowing water and as fierce as thunder. The fighting power that erupted from his old body shocked even the most elite Spartans.

Wherever the lightsaber passed, the heretics' broken limbs and arms flew like rain, and the exploded metal fragments reflected the enchanting flames in the air.

A Chaos wizard just raised his bone staff to cast a spell when the blue-white sword light pierced his throat.

The corrupted stormtroopers who tried to outflank the enemy had just rushed out of the bunker when they were pushed away by the Force and crashed into the burning ruins.

Obi-Wan's cloak fluttered in the hot wind, and the piles of corpses he passed through strangely formed a straight passage.
It was as if the army of Chaos had made way for Death.

Douglas crouched on the edge of the roof of a half-destroyed house, and the stabilization system of Thor's hammer allowed him to maintain a motionless sniper stance.

His finger gently pulled the trigger, and with the crisp sound of the Gauss rifle, the head of a heretic carrying a corrupted rocket launcher on his shoulder exploded into a bloody mist.

But at this moment, Douglas' attention was completely attracted by the battle on Obi-Wan's side, and he couldn't help but sigh again:
"This old man's health insurance bill must be exciting."

There were a few suppressed laughs on the communication channel, but there were more heavy breathing sounds.

Not only Douglas, but all the Spartans including John, Jerome, and even the auxiliary soldiers who were building the defense line, slowed down their movements involuntarily, and their faces under their helmets showed surprise.

Their helmet screens displayed the battle situation in the distance in front of them in clear images.
And the figure in the brown cloak was stirring up a storm of death in the enemy camp.

Obi-Wan's fighting style is very different from that of the Astartes.

The killing of the Astartes was as cold and efficient as precision machinery, while the sword dance of the Jedi Master had a certain classical elegance.

When the lightsaber flew out of his hand, the blue-white plasma blade drew a perfect arc of death in the air, causing the heretics within a five-radius radius to fall down in unison as if they were swept by a scythe.

One Chaos believer even ran two steps while maintaining a charging posture, only to find that his upper body had slipped to the ground.

This scene reminded a young corporal in the auxiliary army of the "unparalleled" scenes in the company's games he played in his childhood, in which he controlled the characters to perform. At this moment, such scenes are actually being played out on the battlefield of blood and fire.

Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, the ground began to shake.

The heavy metal footsteps struck everyone's eardrums like a death knell.

Three AT-ST walkers, completely corrupted by the energy of the Warp, stepped on the burning wreckage and approached the center of the battlefield with uncoordinated steps.

These war machines that once belonged to the Galactic Empire have now become horrific nightmare creations.

Their rusted armour plates were nailed with the still-twitching bodies of living sacrifices, captives tortured by Chaos rituals, still uttering faint moans of pain.

The original turret structure grew twisted bone spurs, and a pair of giant claws made of vertebrae tore out from under the cockpit, wrapped in scarlet psychic lightning.

Behind the observation window is not only the pilot controlling the walker, but also the dancing psychic flame.

A walker casually raised its right foot and crushed several heretics who were unable to dodge into meat paste.

The corrupted hydraulic system spurted out black oil with blood streaks, leaving corrosive scorch marks on the ground with every step.

Seeing this, Obi-Wan's lightsaber slowly dropped, and the tip of the sword burned a small hole in the sand.

The Jedi Master adjusted his breathing rhythm. His aged body was already showing signs of fatigue after continuous high-intensity fighting.

However, when Obi-Wan raised his lightsaber again and drew a cross on his chest, the fighting spirit in his eyes was more intense than that of any young warrior.

"Provide fire support!"

John's command resounded throughout the communication network, causing the entire already activated defense position to instantly increase its firepower nodes.

The Spartans did not remain in shock for long.

These young but battle-hardened soldiers immediately formed a cross-fire network with the auxiliary troops. The two Titan main battle tanks at the rear of the position, which served as fixed artillery, also emitted high-frequency buzzing sounds from their plasma turrets.

Boom—boom—!
In an instant, several dazzling plasma cannon balls pierced through the smoke-filled streets, dragging twisted heat wave trails in the air, and headed straight for the three corrupted walkers that were staggering forward.

The first wave of artillery fire hit the scarlet psychic barrier, making a teeth-grinding "buzz--buzz!" sound.

Energy ripples spread out in the air, distorting and deflecting the incoming plasma.

The deflected artillery shells smashed into the buildings on the side, and the entire building collapsed in a wave of blue and white flames.

But Chaos' defenses are not infinite.

Boom——! !

As the fifth plasma cannon hit the target, the AT-ST's psychic barrier shattered like glass.

Subsequent artillery fire penetrated directly into the walker's corrupted armor.

High-temperature plasma raged wildly in the sealed cabin, instantly vaporizing the Chaos pilot inside, while the metal shell of the walker began to melt, twisting and deforming like a candle, and then shattered into pieces in a series of explosions.

The splashing plasma "slurry" poured down on the surrounding heretics like raindrops. Their blessed, corrupted flesh and blood bodies were directly carbonized after being subjected to temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees, leaving only their charred skeletons still maintaining a charging posture.

At the same time, the evacuation work on the tarmac was in full swing.

The first batch of thousands of civilians had already filled the cargo holds and engine rooms of the four Luna transport boats. As the hydraulic system hissed, the heavy doors slowly closed, isolating the crying children and the prayers of the elderly from the roar of the battlefield.

A stream of azure ions burst out from the engine nozzle, and the transport boat rose steadily into the air under the "support" of the engine.

Then, the four Luna transport boats joined up with the transport vehicles that were also carrying out evacuation missions to form a formation.

Then, several ghost fighters swooped down from the bloody clouds, ready to use hard-light machine guns and dorsal missile bays to intercept any incoming firepower, provide escort missions for the transport formation, and steadily climb toward low-Earth orbit.

At this moment, in the cabin of Luna's transport boat.

The last scene the refugees saw through the porthole was the gradually receding burning city and another wave of Luna transport boats landing.

These dark gray "arks" carried new hope and returned to the "blood-soaked" city without hesitation.

The local people of Mos Eisley could not imagine that the so-called Human Empire and the Imperial Fists would fight for them with all their might and even give up their chance to escape.
It really exceeded their expectations.

The local people suffer from oppression and exploitation of the Galactic Empire, and the non-human races are often harassed by patrolling stormtroopers for the slightest thing or for no reason, and then the stormtroopers take the opportunity to pick trouble and kill them.

This has also contributed to the relatively "tough" character of the people in Mos Eisley, who use a tough appearance to hide their inner fragility.

But now John did not realize that the rescued people had gradually identified with the Human Empire in their hearts. Instead, he learned through Cortana's reminder that Sigismund and the last combat unit had also arrived at various important towns on the surface of Tatooine one after another.

而显示在头盔屏幕右上角，且不断更变的「12:36」.「12:35」，则意味着一旦时间走至「00:00」，就代表舰队会立刻跃迁航行、撤出塔图因。

As for them, they will remain on Tatooine until the main force of the Imperial Fists arrives.

However, even John, who always remained calm and composed, couldn't help but wonder, "Can they hold on?"

As the countdown ended, the last transport fleet left Tatooine's atmosphere and returned to the fleet's hangar. Then, the fleet, which had suffered serious losses, directly entered the jump space and completely disappeared from the zoomed radar of John and others.

Moreover, after Darth Vader realized that Luke's breath had temporarily disappeared, he began to order the Chaos fleet to carry out indiscriminate bombing of the surface of Tatooine.

Darth Vader himself took the Chaos Shuttle and headed straight to Mos Eisley where Obi-Wan Kenobi was.
(End of this chapter)