From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 730 Full Takeover of the Rescue Operation
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Sui Meng's gaze pierced through the observation window, fixed on the apocalyptic scene before him.

In his vision, the countless blood moons, symbolizing calamity, were slowly but irresistibly converging and coalescing, ultimately projecting their malicious focus directly onto this star field.

An invisible, chilling pressure swept across the entire bridge like a tidal wave.

At this moment, without any words, a clear signal resonates deep within everyone's soul:
Everything that came before was perhaps just a trivial test and a prelude.

It seems that the true battle for survival between their Imperial Warrior Legion and this unknown calamity has only just begun, its blood-red curtain drawn...

“Father, the intelligence department did mention that there are a lot of blood moons in that universe, but the situation we are seeing now is obviously beyond our expectations.”

A deep, magnetic voice echoed in the somewhat oppressive atmosphere of the bridge.

The speaker was a giant wearing a unique type of armor bearing the Legion's insignia, the Terminator, whose height even surpassed that of a typical Astartes, reaching an astonishing 3.3 meters.

This "giant" was one of Sui Meng's most trusted adjutants, and also the commander of the Primal Guard.

At this moment, the adjutant's gaze, also peering through the observation window, was fixed on the distant cluster of crimson celestial bodies that seemed to completely engulf the starry sky, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of solemnity.

As offspring of the Primarch, the Astartes are accustomed to respectfully addressing the Primarch as "Father," a title that embodies boundless reverence and unwavering loyalty.

The adjutant turned to face Sui Meng, who stood as imposing as a mountain, and continued his analysis in a deep voice:

"It must have been awakened by those fanatics of the Unification Cult and activated its primordial divine seal. The special signal waves it emits are like a lighthouse in the darkness, calling out to its kind scattered across other cosmic realms—"

These are the blood moons that come with the intention of completely devouring the human civilization of Earth in this universe, completing some kind of harvesting and assimilation that we have not yet fully understood.

The adjutant paused briefly before offering what seemed to be the safest suggestion under the current circumstances:
"Father, given this trend of being surrounded by powerful enemies, shouldn't we urgently call upon the Empire and request...?"

"No support is needed; our Imperial Warrior Legion can handle this on its own."

Sui Meng's voice was calm, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness, and he interrupted the adjutant before he could finish speaking.

The Primarch's gaze remained fixed on the "blood" outside the observation window. His deep eyes showed no fear, but rather burned with a calm fighting spirit.

"The number of ships is never the only criterion for determining the outcome of a war. The main fleet of the 1st to 14th companies has been deployed here. Our soldiers need the baptism of war, and our ships are equipped with the Empire's finest weaponry."

If we hastily request reinforcements because of this kind of display, wouldn't that be an insult to the name of the 'Imperial Warriors'?

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over every member of the crew on the bridge, his command ringing out with the force of steel:

"Order! All companies, full firepower! Utilize all available weapons, from light spear arrays to volleys of macro cannons, from torpedo saturation bombardment to nova cannon readiness, target—"

Tear apart all the blood moon projections within sight, and purify this star field!
At the same time, ground troops were notified:

High alert! The appearance of the Blood Moon may be accompanied by a large-scale 'tide' of zombie mutated beings. All combat units must rely on existing defenses to build shelters and do everything in their power to protect innocent civilians. No mistakes are allowed!

Furthermore, I hereby issue an ultimatum immediately, in my name, to the remaining Earth Federation Defense Force (EDF) fleet.
They have two options—either immediately leave the current combat zone and go to the surface to assist in the evacuation of civilians, demonstrating their last value as a human armed force;
Alternatively, remain in place and do not interfere with any of our military operations.

If it makes any rash moves or is deemed threatening, we will treat it as a hostile target and destroy it immediately!

"Yes! Father!"

"Yes, Primarch!"

Once the order was given, all personnel on the bridge—

Whether they were officers of the Imperial Guard or diligent civilian assistants, they all stood tall and responded with the loudest and most resolute voices.

The efficient command system instantly transmitted the Primarch's will to every corner of the fleet.

Sui Meng nodded slightly, then turned around and left the bridge with steady and firm steps, temporarily handing over tactical command to his adjutant.

The departing figure foreshadowed that this Primarch was not content with strategizing from afar; he was prepared to go to the front lines and write the glory of the Imperial Warriors with the destruction of the enemy.

Meanwhile, in near-Earth orbit and the wider expanse of space, the Imperial Warrior Legion commands over a thousand ships of various types—

From massive, mountain-like battleships equipped with "doomsday weapons" to agile and deadly cruisers and frigates like interstellar sharks, they have awakened like steel behemoths, baring their sharp fangs at the overwhelming swarm of blood moons.

In an instant, the once silent void was completely ignited by incredibly hot beams of light and dense explosions.

Countless "thick" energy spears tore through the darkness, precisely striking the surfaces of those slowly moving crimson celestial bodies, exploding into dazzling, deadly plasma fireballs.

The dense barrage of macro cannon fire formed energy storms that tore the smaller blood moons, along with any surrounding protective units, to shreds.

Swarms of carrier-based aircraft and drones surged out of the hangar like bees, skillfully weaving between the giant ships, using hard laser cannons and metallic hydrogen missiles to clear away any Blood Moon fragments or small derivatives that tried to approach, while providing precise guidance for heavy bombing.

The carrier-based bomber formations, like deadly albatrosses, plunged into the depths of the Blood Moon cluster, dropping heavy munitions capable of annihilating asteroids.

Blood moons are not passive recipients of attacks; their twisted, organic-like surfaces writhe and crack, spewing out corrosive energy streams or summoning tentacles made of bizarre matter to retaliate.

Occasionally, some Imperial Guards' escort ships couldn't dodge in time, their shields overloaded and corrosive energy eroded their hulls, or they were entangled and torn apart by giant tentacles, turning into a fleeting cloud of stardust in a silent explosion.

However, the Imperial Infantry Fleet demonstrated extremely high tactical proficiency and coordinated combat capabilities.

Losses did exist, but they were minor relative to the size of the entire fleet, and the sacrifice of each ship created a better attack window for its comrades.

The fleet's formation resembled a sophisticated war machine, with its firepower network interwoven in an orderly fashion, advancing and retreating strategically. The overall battle situation was steadily progressing in favor of the Imperial Warriors, and their advantage was gradually expanding.

The Blood Moon Swarm seemed to sense that forcibly breaking through the Imperial Warrior Fleet's impenetrable firepower would come at an unbearable cost, and their malicious collective consciousness quickly changed its strategy.

These massive crimson celestial bodies no longer attempted a direct collision or a devastating energy clash with the fleet, but instead aimed to bypass the frontal steel defenses and directly target their long-coveted objective—

The billions of unsuspecting humans on Earth will carry out the final "devouring" and "fusion" in order to trigger a qualitative change through quantitative change and complete a forced "sublimation" ritual.

However, when they extended their invisible tentacles toward that blue planet, they encountered unexpected obstacles.

A magnificent, "warm," and resilient force, centered on the Renwei Yonggu, where Sui Meng was stationed, rippled outwards like water and quickly spread throughout the entire fleet.

This force constructed a faint, golden psionic barrier in the void.

This barrier is not merely a physical defense; it also possesses a "sacred" protective quality. It not only envelops the Imperial Warrior fleet but its influence extends downwards, encompassing the entire Earth in Dead Space, as if draping the planet in a sacred veil.

The spiritual pollution and whispers emanating from the blood moons were significantly weakened and purified before this barrier. Their plan thwarted, the blood moon swarm let out a silent, twisted roar of rage.

They realized that without first dismantling this abhorrent golden shield, their attempt to directly devour the Earth would be difficult to achieve.

Therefore, the tactics were changed again.

The massive blood moons were covered with countless holes of varying sizes, like festering wounds.

The next moment, a chilling scene unfolded—

It resembled a waterfall cascading down from a sea of ​​stars, except that this "waterfall" was composed of countless twisted, howling corpses.

As if thrown out by an invisible force, they formed torrents of filth that violently "tilted" towards the Earth's atmosphere.

These morons vary in form; some retain a roughly humanoid shape, while others have mutated into multi-limbed, crawling monsters.

As they fell, they burned from friction with the air, trailing black flames like a meteor shower from hell, aimed directly at the population center on the surface.

"Intercept them, maximize the efficiency of the close-in weapon system, beam matrix focusing and scattering!"

The Imperial Army fleet reacted immediately.

Numerous point defense laser turrets, ion beam generators, and rotating hard beam close-in weapon systems on the sides and bottom of the warship were instantly activated, weaving a death net that covered the sky.

Countless thin, yet deadly beams of light were precisely aimed at the falling mutated corpses, blasting them apart in mid-air into splattered chunks of charred flesh and burning fragments.

The scene was spectacular and tragic, like a continuous fireworks display lit up the sky above a planet, except that the fireworks symbolized destruction.

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The number of corpse variants is so vast that it is practically endless.

Although the fleet intercepted most of them, a considerable number still managed to slip through the net and, like deadly raindrops, pelted cities, wilderness, and oceans across continents.
The scene shifts to a bustling coastal metropolis in South America.

The city is now gripped by apocalyptic panic.

Screams, explosions, and alarms mingled together, creating a piercing background noise.

On the street, vehicles crashed out of control, bursting into flames and blocking escape routes.

The crowd scattered like headless flies, pushing and trampling each other, revealing the fragility of human nature in the face of disaster.

The public transportation system was completely paralyzed, and panicked crowds poured out of the subway station entrances.

Local police attempted to maintain order, but their guns and batons proved so ineffective in the face of overwhelming terror that they were quickly overwhelmed by the chaotic crowds and the sudden attacks.

To make matters worse, those already "terminally ill" Unification Church fanatics saw this as a manifestation of "divine intervention," seized the opportunity to rush into the streets, shouting distorted doctrines, and launching rampant attacks on innocent civilians, looting, vandalizing, and burning, further exacerbating the chaos.

Under the combined influence of the Blood Moon and the Primal Divine Seal, some believers began to undergo terrible physical changes: their skin peeled off, their bones twisted, their eyes emitted a crazy red light, and they became more violent and dangerous.

Meanwhile, a new threat lurked in the sky: bat-like necromancy, agile and cunning, swooping down from high altitudes to easily claim lives with their sharp claws and piercing bone spikes.

Even more terrifying is that they can rapidly transform the corpses of those who have just died tragically into new necromancy variants in a very short time, causing the number of enemies to increase exponentially.

Despair spread like a plague through the city.

Just at this critical moment, a piercing howl came from the sky—

Boom—Boom—!!

Dozens of "scorching" airdrop pods, like thunderous hammers hurled by the gods, trailing plasma tails, precisely and violently smashed through the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings, falling into key areas such as squares, intersections, and parks in the city center.

The loud thud of the airdrop pod hitting the ground even temporarily drowned out the city's noise, stirring up clouds of dust.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, the hatch was flung open with a loud crash.

Emerging from them were giants clad in heavy power armor painted in blue, white, and red, resembling mobile fortresses—the tactical squads of the Imperial Warriors, Astartes.

They acted swiftly and in coordination, operating in units of six.

They wield their signature .0.75cal bolters, and some team members also carry large-caliber plasma cannons that emit a ghostly blue light; their destructive energy makes them powerful tools for clearing out dense enemy hordes.

Bolt guns, flamethrowers, or heavy bolt guns constitute a firepower system capable of both close and long-range combat.

Their arrival immediately changed the course of the battle.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thunderous roar of the bolters replaced the chaotic gunfire, and the plasma cannons swept through the air in scorching arcs, vaporizing hordes of undead.

The Imperial Warriors were tactically skilled, covering each other and standing like rocks against the tide of the zombies.

They precisely blew off the aliens' heads with single shots, used flamethrowers to purify swarms of low-level zombies, and bombarded the giant monsters mutated from the cultists with plasma cannons.

The panicked people were initially stunned by the giants and the commotion they caused, but soon they saw how these steel giants protected civilians from the monsters' siege and how they used their powerful firepower to clear safe passages.

The initial surprise quickly turned into elation at surviving a disaster and a glimmer of hope.

"They've come to rescue us!"

Shouts like "There's hope!" echoed through the crowd.

The Imperial Guards were taciturn, letting their actions speak for themselves. They used simple gestures to guide the people to evacuate in relatively safe directions, forming an insurmountable defensive line with their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of more engines came from the sky.

Large transport formations, escorted by carrier-based aircraft, broke through the clouds and landed in the landing zone cleared by the Astartes.

The hatch opened, and organized units of the Imperial Auxiliary Army poured out.

They wear relatively lightweight but still highly protective power suits, or CMC heavy power armor, and carry standard hard light rifles or live ammunition.

These auxiliary soldiers were well-trained and immediately took over some of Astartes' responsibilities, beginning to establish defensive lines in a more organized manner, setting up roadblocks, and guiding and escorting large numbers of people to temporary evacuation points or underground shelters.

Their arrival marked the Empire's complete takeover of the surface and the official commencement of the rescue operation.
(End of this chapter)