From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 589: Steel Chaos
The jump space is like a torn dream. In this "distorted" realm, the Iron Warriors' fleet is tearing through the dimensional barrier and moving forward rapidly.

The battleship's engine nozzle dragged a dark blue trail in the air, like a string of ghost beads strung together by invisible threads.

The energy turbulence in the other dimension continuously hit the energy shield, causing ripples on the surface of the shield, as if billions of cold eyes were looking at this group of "uninvited guests" through the dimensional cracks.

The huge silhouette of the Carthage-class supercarrier "Dreadnoughtus" cast a shadow in the void. Its eight plasma propulsion arrays were like the forge of Hephaestus in mythology, burning long blue-purple tail flames in the jump space.

On the giant ram at the bow of the ship, the oath "to bear witness to the truth with steel" is engraved in Chinese characters.

Four Valiant-class super-heavy cruisers were deployed along the left and right wings, and six Kingfisher-class cruisers surrounded and guarded like alert hounds. Further out, twelve frigates formed a defense matrix, and two Phoenix-class supply ships sailed quietly behind the fleet to ensure the fleet's sustained combat capability.

There are still about five minutes before the company fleet sails out of the jump space.

On the bridge of the Dreadnought, the air was so silent that it was almost stagnant.

Outside the towering observation window is the flowing dark blue virtual sea. Occasionally, fragments of light explode in the distance, casting a brief and strange glow.

An Iron Warrior equipped with a Terminator was standing quietly behind the observation window, his shoulder straps were decorated with the Iron Warriors emblem, indicating that he was the captain of a company of Iron Warriors.

Barabas Dantiochus.

"Your Excellency the Captain."

At this moment, a soft yet majestic female voice sounded on the bridge, accompanied by a slight buzzing sound, and the holographic projector suddenly projected a prism-like beam of light, and a holographic projection of a woman in a light silver robe slowly condensed into shape.

She has a cold face and sharp eyes. Her image is a combination of the features of an ancient sage and a Valkyrie. Her silver-white robe has golden lines flowing on it like a circuit board.

Data fragments kept falling like snowflakes at the edge of the projection, and disappeared into thin air before touching the deck.

She folded her hands naturally in front of her, and this was none other than Hestia, the intelligent AI of the Iron Warriors Company.

The intelligent AI spoke clearly, "The latest intelligence came from the Word Bearers. One of their priests confirmed through psychic observation that Fular had been invaded by the World Eaters. The situation is not optimistic."

Dantioch turned his head slightly, and his icy blue eyes quietly restrained their expression after hearing the news.

He did not answer immediately, but looked into the depths of the jump space. The surging blue light seemed to foreshadow the coming storm.

A few seconds later, he turned around and gave an order in a deep voice: "Attention, all members of the fleet, enter the first-level combat state, jump out of the space, quickly deploy an offensive formation, and prepare to engage the enemy."

On the bridge, a series of echoes confirming commands rang out quickly, alarm lights began flashing at a low frequency, and the crew members acted in an orderly manner as if they had trained countless times.

Dantioch stood calmly behind the observation window, his black cloak fluttering slightly with the airflow in the bridge.

The captain stared at the countdown holographic projection.

Four minutes and thirty seconds later, they will face their former "brothers" who have fallen into madness.

His power gauntlet slowly tightened, and the built-in decomposition field generator emitted a dangerous buzzing sound.

The Iron Warriors never pursue so-called glory; they only care about whether they can place the most precise weight on the scale of war.

Outside the window, the curtain of the jump space began to become thinner, and the starlight of the real universe pierced through the dimensional barrier like a needle.

The fleet is about to return to the familiar laws of physics and return to the battlefield soaked in blood and fire.

No matter what kind of "hell" Fular is waiting for them, the Iron Warriors will use their formulaic precision and ruthlessness to put an end to this chaotic farce, and protect the future of mankind with blood and steel.

At the same time, on the surface of Fular, in the sunny port city of Coserlan.

This once busy trade hub has now become a bloody slaughterhouse.

The frenzy of Khorne swept through every street, the battle cries of the World Eaters and the hum of their chainsaw axes interweaving into a symphony of death.

But even so, there are still some people who refuse to give in.

The remnants of the stormtroopers took advantage of the defenses between the anti-aircraft batteries and the streets, pouring blaster fire on the approaching World Eaters.

Their commander, an old soldier whose left eye was injured by stray bullet fragments, was still shouting orders, although his voice was already hoarse.

"Hold the line! Don't let these monsters get close!"

The blaster beam exploded on the World Eater's power armor, but only left charred marks.

A stormtrooper desperately replaced the last energy box, but at the moment he pulled the trigger, he was split into two pieces by a spinning chainsaw axe.

The rebel agents lurking in Fular gave up their original mission and instead organized the evacuation of civilians.

They blew open manhole covers and led civilians into the underground pipe network, while using stolen bombs to collapse the passages and delay the World Eaters' pursuit.

"Go! Don't look back!"

A masked Rebel agent pushed the last child into the tunnel, then turned around, raised his blaster pistol, and fired three shots at the approaching Berserker, who was then beheaded by an axe.

However, the cave entrance that was detonated by the agents and collapsed did greatly slow down the World Eaters' progress in slaughtering and sacrificing the people.

But this "achievement" could not prevent the complete fall of Cotheran.

Three frigates that were originally parked in the port for repairs but had to temporarily take off tried to provide fire support for the ground forces, but their fate had already been determined.

"Enemy ship locked! Enemy ship locked!"

The bridge alarm screamed.

The next second, a scarlet beam of light shot down from orbit and cut one of the frigates in half.

The flames of the explosion bloomed in the low altitude, and the burning debris hit the port area like a meteorite, causing a series of explosions.

The other two frigates tried to evade by maneuvering, but unfortunately—

Whoosh——Boom——!
Two blinding balls of fire expanded in Fular's atmosphere, and debris rained down.

The air superiority, which was already limited, was completely lost.

In a control tower in the port, the surviving anti-aircraft gun crew was still making its last struggle.

"Load proton bullets! Aim at those airdrop pods!" the gunner shouted at the top of his lungs.

The quadruple-mounted turret slowly turned, with the muzzle aimed at the metal "coffin" falling from the sky.

With a deafening roar, the anti-aircraft artillery group actually hit three airdrop pods, causing them to explode into fireballs in mid-air.

However, more airdrop pods were still falling, as dense as the raindrops of death.

Sudden--

Boom! !
The blast-proof door of the control tower was hit by some huge force, and the metal door frame was twisted and deformed.

"Here they come! Get ready to take—"

Before he could finish his words, the door was kicked open by brute force.

A World Eater Berserker, whose height had expanded to 2.7 meters, stepped into the room. His power armor was stained with blood, and the breathing grid of his helmet spewed out hot white air. Before the members of the artillery crew could raise their weapons, the buzzing sound of the chainsaw axes resounded throughout the control room.
In the warehouse area of ​​the port district, hundreds of civilians were trying to board an escape ship.

"Let women and children go first!"

A middle-aged man in an engineer's uniform was directing the chaotic crowd.

Suddenly, the wreckage of two burning airdrop pods hit the nearby apron, and the shock wave overturned the crowd.

When the smoke cleared, people were horrified to find five World Eaters crawling out of the wreckage, wrapped in flames but unharmed, the blood on their chainsaw axes sizzling in the high temperature.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!!!"

The screams echoed throughout the port of Coserland again.
At this moment, order in the aristocratic warehouse area in the northern part of Port Cotheran was also collapsing.

This enclosed area surrounded by towering alloy walls was originally a restricted area where the Governor's confidants stored "special goods".

Now, the automatic defense systems of more than 20 warehouses are all offline, surveillance drones are crashing into the ground like headless flies, and the nobles' private guards are frantically snatching hovercrafts.

"Fuck guard duty!"

A security captain with a face full of flesh tore off his uniform with gold trim and threw the safe full of credits into the hovercraft, "The Governor himself is finished!"

In the warehouse area behind him, thousands of armed guards were staging a "great escape."

Some people drove cargo hoverbikes to crash through the gates, some directly climbed over the walls, and some even opened fire on each other in a fight for escape vehicles.

No one looked after those warehouses anymore. After all, in the face of Chaos invasion, who cared about the "property" of the nobles?
In a gold warehouse, more than 500 slaves were awakened by a sudden change.

The most "high-quality" goods are held here——

There were Twi'lek dancers with skin as translucent as sapphires, muscular Zabrak gladiators, and even a few Force-sensitives who were secretly captured.

The electric shock collars on their necks suddenly all failed, and the force field barrier of the cell disappeared completely after flashing a few times.

"Is there a war outside?"

"I do not know."

Through the ventilation windows high up in the warehouse, the slaves could see thick smoke rising from the direction of the port and scarlet energy beams occasionally streaking across the sky.

In the "VIP" cell at the innermost part of the warehouse, a figure was silently moving his wrists.

She had the indigo skin common among the Twi'leks, and the two tentacles on her head were longer and more elegant than those of ordinary people. She had a delicate face and a perfect body shape, which was why she was priced at 300,000 credit points.

But at this moment, there was a dangerous light flashing in the eyes of this "high-end product".

After unlocking the failed electronic lock, the Twi'lek named Ancy Secourt rubbed his bruised wrist, then took out a small vibroblade from under the bionic skin on the inside of his thigh.

“The little tricks my mother taught me really work.

She skillfully pried open the simple locker used for cell security and took out the blaster pistol and energy box inside.

When Ancy opened the door of the cell, the slaves were in chaos.

Some people tried to break down the main door of the warehouse, some people huddled in the corner crying, and several Zabrak people were making simple weapons with dismantled iron rods.

Seeing this scene, Annecy Secourt couldn't help but look sad, and looked at the burning city outside the window with a wry smile.

She was originally a free mercenary. After honing her skills, she looked for an opportunity to return to Fular, disguising herself as a powerless slave as bait, and then being sold to Fular's aristocracy.

At that time, Ancy will have more opportunities to assassinate the governor of Fular to avenge his mother.

However, the Bloody Axe symbol of the Khorne followers was burning on a distant building, disrupting her revenge plan that she had been planning for many years.

Anxi ignored the shouts of the slaves behind him.

She needs no companions, nor any encumbrances.

Revenge was her business alone, and now, she had to leave this damn warehouse alive.

She easily cut the alloy grille of the ventilation window with a vibrating knife, and her slender body flipped out of the window like a cat, landing in the narrow alley outside the warehouse.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. In the distance, the roar of collapsing buildings came. The whole city was burning.

She looked up at the sky.
Then he froze in place.

The sky over Fular was torn apart by scarlet energy beams, and huge airdrop capsules fell like meteorites, hitting every corner of the city.

And further away, she saw those
"monster".

The average height of a World Eater is over two meters, wrapped in hideous power armor, and the buzzing of their chainsaw axes is like the whisper of death.

A stormtrooper fired wildly at them, the blaster leaving only charred marks on the armor, and the next second, the soldier was cut in two, blood splattering on the street.

What is even more terrifying are those inhuman beings - bloodhounds with peeling skin and blood-letting vampires covered in blood.

They leapt from the shadows, biting at the fleeing civilians.

A woman stumbled away holding her child, but was pounced upon by a bloodhound, and her screams stopped abruptly.

Anxi's throat tightened, and his fingers unconsciously clenched around the vibroblade and blaster pistol.

She had seen war and death, but she had never seen such "blasphemy".

This is not a battle, this is a massacre.

She forced herself to calm down, turned around and prepared to escape the alley.

at this time--

boom--! ! !
The sky suddenly lit up with an even more dazzling light.

At this moment, in Furaar's low-Earth orbit, the veil of the warp was briefly contained, and the Iron Warriors' fleet sailed out of the jump space like a real steel torrent.

"Target locked." Dantioch's voice echoed in the fleet channel, "All ships, open fire."

The next second, the main gun arrays of the entire fleet roared at the same time.

Macrocannon shells rained down on the World Eaters' warships, and plasma missiles, trailing blue flames, accurately hit the enemy ship's engine arrays.

A World Eaters raider disintegrated in the explosion, and the burning wreckage fell into Fular's atmosphere, leaving several scarlet meteors in the sky.

The World Eaters fleet responded quickly, their fire just as fierce.

The energy shields of the two Paris-class frigates were overloaded under the intensive bombardment, the external armor belts were torn and the hulls were severely damaged, but the Iron Warriors' formation was not disrupted at all.

"Maintain suppressive fire," Dantioch ordered calmly, "Prepare to deploy the first batch of assault troops to intervene in the situation on the ground first."

Now, for the situation in Fular, the real war in low-Earth orbit has just begun, and the "hell" on the surface is still going on. However, with the arrival of the first batch of Iron Warriors, the overall battle situation is becoming more and more "chaotic".
(End of this chapter)