From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 568 "Bullying a group of children and an old man is nothing. Come with me and try it if you dare."

Buzz~————!!

The golden light did not dissipate after knocking Darth Vader away, but hovered over the ruins of the central city of Mos Eisley, overlooking the battlefield like an eye of judgment.

When John looked up, the visual enhancement function of Thor's hammer finally resolved the entity in the light -

It was an ancient spear that was three meters long.

The spear has a sheen like liquid gold flowing all over it, and precise psychic patterns pulsating on its surface.

Furthermore, the tip of the spear was not made of metal, but some kind of crystallized energy body, which was now dripping bright light particles. Every drop burned out a pure psychic flame when it touched the ground.

The spear suddenly changed direction, and the spear body drew a perfect golden trajectory in the air, rushing towards the light column in the northern suburbs at a speed faster than the speed of sound.

Wherever it passed, suspended dust was ionized into tiny lightning balls, the wounds of seriously injured auxiliary soldiers stopped bleeding temporarily, and the curse spell of a chaos wizard "disintegrated" in mid-air.

John's screen automatically tracked the trajectory and shared the image with all Spartans.

They looked in the direction where the golden light disappeared.

roar----!!

A roar tore through the sky.

It was not a human war cry, nor the roar of machinery, but the roar of some ancient giant beast, low and violent, with a harsh echo like the friction of metal.

It pressed down from above the clouds, shaking the entire ruins of Mos Eisley, shattered glass splashing in the tremor, and dust falling.

Then, a uniform battle cry exploded like thunder.

“For humanity!!”

"For the Emperor!!"

The metallic sound waves created real ripples, golden energy ripples swept across the battlefield, and the chaotic scarlet haze melted away like boiling water poured on snow the moment it touched.

The haze dissipated, and the "moonlight" pierced through the clouds and fell on the devastated streets.

In the suddenly clear vision, the surviving warriors witnessed a spectacular scene that was enough to be recorded in the history of the empire -

Hundreds of knights riding mythical war beasts hovered over the burning city.

Those were not ordinary flying mounts, but Terilla's griffins. Each one was covered in mithril-forged feather armor, with a wingspan of more than ten meters and sharp claws shining with cold light.

Their riders were clad in black and yellow power armor, with bloody iron fist emblems branded on their shoulder armor. They held power spears and bolters in their hands, and their eyes under their helmets were as cold as blades.

And in front of the "Griffin Knights", a real dragon also emerged from the pillar of light that reached the sky, spreading its wings that covered the sky and the moon and soaring.

Its eyes were like two burning gems, and every flap of its wings stirred up a hurricane, suppressing the flames on the ground.

"That is." John's breathing hitched for a moment.

Cortana's voice sounded in his ears, calm and quick: "That is the 'Iron Wing Knight Company' of the Imperial Fists. They have been stationed in Terrala for a long time and have been 'symbiotically' with the griffins."

In fact, the moment the griffin knight and the black-armored dragon appeared on the helmet screen, Cortana quickly retrieved the relevant information for the Spartans.

The so-called Iron Wing Knight Company is actually the Imperial Fist stationed in Terrala.

These Astartes are implanted with gene-seed during their teenage years, and after passing specific tests and screening of the Legion, they will have a young griffin as a companion.

They train, live and grow together with their respective griffins to cultivate the emotions and tacit understanding between "master and battle pet".

In addition, these griffins will also receive corresponding transformation and strengthening from the Biological Department of Terra, while the Scientific Research Department will customize corresponding mechanical skeletons and mithril armor for them to adapt to higher-intensity combat.

After all, the marriage between Dorn and Aoi Lothrien not only made the Primarch the son-in-law of the elves, but also gained the Legion the mining rights to many rare mineral veins in Terra.

In addition, the craftsmen of the mountain elves melted mithril and fine gold to forge an alloy that was as light as a feather and indestructible, and then engraved Chinese runes on it to make it resistant to the erosion of Chaos.

This precious metal flows in the armor of every griffin knight, every piece of griffin feather armor, and even in the interlayer of dragon scales.

Therefore, among all the legions, the one that is least short of mithril and various rare metals is the Imperial Fists.

As for the black-armored dragon, it was no ordinary war beast, but the Dragon of the End in the legend of Terra.

Niron Hogg.

A pitch-black body with a wingspan of over a hundred meters soared in the air, with pale golden energy veins flowing between the gaps in its scales.

In Terrala's unique magic field, Nironhog has magic that can destroy the world.

He was once the embodiment of destruction. His wings raised storms, his breath burned mountains, and his claws tore through city walls. There are countless legends about him.

But after leaving Terrala, he lost the blessing of magic.

Initially fighting for Atlas, the Imperium of Man, Nironhog found himself weakened.

Without Terrala's magical magnetic field, the power of his breath dropped sharply, his dragon scales could no longer deflect artillery fire, and even flying became difficult.

He is no longer the Dragon of the End that terrifies all living beings, but a "behemoth unit" of merely huge size, with almost no special tactical value in large-scale wars, and he cannot even reverse the situation of local battles like the knights and Titan mechas.

This is a shame for the proud dragon clan.

After all, without the support of magic, Nierenhog's combat power was lost by at least 80%.

Fortunately, Sui Yang attached great importance to this giant dragon that swore allegiance to him, so Sui Yang "paid out of his own pocket" to provide sufficient funds to the scientific research department to build a full-coverage "Armor of the End" for Nierenhog.

The built-in ecological maintenance system allows the Nierenhog to survive and fight in a vacuum, high pressure or various extreme environments, and it can also carry various types of large-caliber heavy artillery to provide powerful firepower support for combat troops.

But this is still not enough.

Nierenhog is not content to be just a "living weapon".

As the oldest, most intelligent, extremely long-lived and extremely face-conscious dragon of the Terila clan, he longs for more -

Power, status, and good food.

Yes, delicious food.

During its long life, Nierenhog thought that when it was tired of relying on magma to draw the energy it needed, it would enjoy swallowing a whole herd of beasts from time to time, until it tasted the masterpiece of human chefs.

The rock beef is roasted till golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with fat exploding on the dragon tongue;

The Terra deep-sea whale, slow-cooked with spices, has meat as smooth as silk;
There are thousands, tens of thousands, or even countless desserts from different planets, and every bite is a new shock.

But a problem also came with it: he ate too much.

Although hiring a chef to cook is not a costly act for ordinary imperial soldiers, each meal of Nierenhog is measured in tons.

A meal requires at least five tons of high-quality meat, not counting carbohydrates, side dishes, desserts and alcohol.
Yes, he also fell in love with alcohol.

Even though the empire had strong financial resources and excellent welfare, it would still be a luxury to support such "gluttons" for a long time.

So not long after the establishment of the empire, Nironhog's daily expenses were drastically reduced, forcing the dragon to "work hard" in exchange for a high salary. So Nironhog decided to make a change.

He began to study psychic powers.

For ordinary dragons, this should be impossible.

Their magic depends on Terraria's environment like a fish depends on water.

But Nilenhog is different. He "prays" to Sui Yang devoutly, learns from him, and senses the pure spiritual energy that Sui Yang releases all the time.

Gradually, he learned how to "collect", "store" and use the pure psychic energy released by Sui Yang, rather than drawing power from the Warp.

Then, Nierenhog learned how to transform psychic energy into breath, and even how to distort reality with his will.

The current Nierenhögg is no longer the same as before.

Its breath can burn through the armor of a battleship, and the residual heat is enough to melt the steel into streams;

The dragon roar contains a psychic impact that is enough to shatter the essence of the demon;

His scales no longer rely on external armor, and his psychic field makes him nearly immune to conventional firepower.

At this moment, he is no less powerful than, or even stronger than, the main Olympian gods such as Athena and Hera, and he no longer needs Terila's magical magnetic field.

now;

The golden beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth had not yet dissipated, like a bridge connecting two worlds, tearing a dazzling crack in the dark sky of Tatooine.

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John looked up at the Iron-Winged Knights floating around the pillar of light, and the End Dragon Nirenhog that blocked out the sky, and his heart was filled with indescribable shock.

Everyone, including John and Sigismund, could not understand how they had been "teleported" to Tatooine in the "One-Seven" Universe (Star Wars).

Also, who was the one who created the ancient spear that accurately interrupted Darth Vader's corruption of Obi-Wan?
All kinds of confusion and questions instantly swirled in everyone's mind.

But the battlefield did not give everyone time to think.

The reinforcements from the Iron Wing Knights and the giant dragon Nirenhog ignored the surprise of the crowd and started their offensive against the Chaos Army to which Darth Vader belonged as soon as the beam of light emerged.

Ri~Ho————————!
Nierenhog's roar created a visible sound wave, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

The next second, a dazzling pale golden light burst out from the depths of his throat, and a breath of fire that was comparable to the explosion of a star swept out.

The completely occupied northern suburbs of Mos Eisley turned into "purgatory" by the dragon's breath.

The Chaos Demon didn't even have time to scream before it vaporized in the high temperature, and the armor of the corrupted tank melted like wax, the fel fuel inside exploded violently, and even the ground was burned into glass-like scorched earth, reflecting the distorted flames.

The flames had not yet been extinguished, and the Iron-Winged Knights had also begun their "hunt".

Clang clang clang——!
The Iron-Winged Knights riding on griffins, from their high position, launched precise shots at Chaos Demons, Heretics, and all kinds of twisted, metal, and living creatures.

A bolt of explosive bullet blew up the Chaos Wizard's head, strangling the spell he was chanting in his throat. Some high-explosive bolt bullets even "drilled" directly into the joints of the AT-ST walker, paralyzing it.

At this moment, the friend-or-foe identification signal flashed wildly on John's helmet screen, and was then covered by a tide of kill prompts.

The Iron Wing Knights' aerial strikes were reaping the battlefield with astonishing efficiency. The roar of the grenade launchers and the screams of the griffins intertwined into a melody of death, while the breath of Nierenhog in the distance turned the entire city into a sea of ​​fire, and the flames illuminated half of the sky red.

"John."

Cortana's projection appeared on the edge of the helmet screen and reminded: "No matter why the reinforcements arrived early, the top priority is still to evacuate."

Data streams danced at her fingertips, and the battlefield situation map quickly unfolded. "Mos Eisley has become a dead end. Staying here will only make you face Darth Vader directly. Since the Empire can send a force like Nierenhog, there must be others who are capable of fighting against the Dark Lord."

Her analysis was clear and unequivocal: this port city had become a chaotic slaughterhouse, and every second spent here increased the risk of unnecessary sacrifice.

"You're right."

John's voice was low and steady, but his knuckles tightened around the grip of his Gauss rifle.

Of course he understood Cortana's logic, but he looked far ahead, and the helmet screen enlarged along with his sight.

All that was seen was the dying figure of Obi-Wan Kenobi, marked by a red box.

The old Jedi Master's vital signs also fell into the dangerous range. The wound on his chest was still oozing blood, staining the sand dark red.

"Blue Team, Red Team, Black Team—" John suddenly spoke, and his voice was transmitted to every Spartan through the team channel, "Follow me to rescue Master Kenobi."

No hesitation, no questioning.

"Yes, Master Chief!"

The three teams responded in unison, like steel gears meshing together.

They rushed out of their positions like an arrow from a bow, and the servo system of the Thor's Hammer armor made a low hum at maximum power.

John rushed to the front, his figure leaving a blurry afterimage in the firelight.

A Chaos "giant" rushed towards him wielding a huge axe made of spine and skull, but he smashed his larynx with the butt of his gun.

Then, he put the Gauss rifle against the opponent's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Ta-ta-ta-!
With a series of pleasant gunshots from Gauss guns, skull fragments and brain matter were splattered on the scorched earth.

Cortana's projection watched all this in silence.

She did not say anything to dissuade them, but quietly adjusted the data flow of the tactical network to mark the best route for the assault team.

She knew John too well.

Once he decides something is worth doing, he will move forward like a bullet, whether it is to win the first place in a training match or to rescue a dying Jedi from the Dark Lord.

When they were only thirty meters away from Obi-Wan, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The burning wreckage was frozen in mid-air.

Even Nirenhog's breath solidified into a wall of fire.

At the same time, John's Thor's hammer armor issued a piercing overload alarm, and all sensors failed at the same time.

The source of all this was that Darth Vader, who had been driven into ruins, stood up again and tried to re-imprison all the forces of the Human Empire and the Imperial Fists.

Darth Vader also teleported to Obi-Wan's side, then looked at the Spartans and said in a low voice:
"Kids, you shouldn't come here, but I welcome you."

"It's not that great to bully a group of kids and an old man. Come with me and try if you dare."

However, Darth Vader's words were interrupted by a magnetic female voice.
(End of this chapter)