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Chapter 232 39, No Forgiveness

The Red Knights fell, and even their mortal auxiliary forces were not spared. In the following battle, the rebel troops who were still resisting were torn to pieces by the Catachan warriors who had regained their combat capabilities.

The rebel soldiers were slaughtered by them. Their flesh and blood bodies wearing bulletproof vests were nothing compared to the Empire's exoskeleton mechas.

Soon, the sound of resistance gunfire quickly faded away.

The rebels' gunfire became increasingly weaker. In this fierce war, the bravest and most fearless soldiers of the rebels had been killed. Only a few crazy traitors were still desperately rushing towards Ma Bo and others.

Many rebels dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

But Mabo and the Catachan assault team did not let them go.

It's not that they like to kill prisoners who have laid down their arms, but because they are also soldiers and have no right to forgive them.

With Warmaster Dukel's boundless rage in front and Saint Efilar's cruel orders behind, it was the Emperor's job to forgive them, and the soldiers of Catachan were only responsible for sending their souls back to the throne.

Although most of them have never met the Imperial Warmaster, they will still obey his orders unconditionally.

The Catachan soldiers did not dislike this seemingly cruel decision. Only tough repressive measures could make those restless worlds in the galaxy realize the price they would have to pay for betraying the empire.

The bleeding at this moment is to avoid more bloodshed.

The betrayer must be taught a lesson.

"There is no forgiveness here." The Catachan commando captain had a cold face and eyes as firm as steel. He did not show any mercy to the rebels' pleas for mercy.
"No betrayal is too small to be tolerated. Even dying twice is better than betraying the Empire. From the moment you served the High King's rebellious heart, your fate was sealed."

The mechanical arms of the exoskeleton armor ejected sharp blades. They did not waste ammunition, but instead brandished melee weapons, leaving bright red bloodstains at the places where the traitors had just kneeled.

They overwhelmed the reactor power plant's outer defenses, stepped over the bodies of the enemy soldiers lying on the ground, and broke through the heavy metal gate amid the loud bangs of the melta bombs.

Under cover of the smoke and dust from the shattered metal gate, the assault team filed in.

Ma Bo was still sprinting at the front, moving forward along the passage, eliminating all the last forces of resistance.

The time bomb was placed at the designated location, and as the reading counted down, the energy supply was instantly paralyzed.

This matter must be handled very carefully, and the location of the bomb must be calculated to ensure that the energy supply pipeline is disconnected while avoiding destroying the core device of the reactor.

The Imperial Army still maintained its style of making the best use of its resources. They suppressed the rebels only to kill the traitors, and had no intention of destroying the entire planet.

After completing the bomb placement, the assault team evacuated.

"Mabo, you and the 222 Assault Team will go to the capital fortress of Darok, where you will meet up with other teams. There is only one target, the Supreme King Caligus."

After the assault team reported to the headquarters that they had completed their mission, they received a new combat mission.

The other teams also completed their respective tasks one after another. The key facilities of the Darlock world were paralyzed one after another, and the entire planet was almost lost.

The command center set its next strategic target on High King Caligus himself.

He and his family were responsible for the Darok rebellion, forcing the Empire to send troops to suppress it.

I don’t know how many of my compatriots’ lives have been lost due to his foolish behavior.

A large-scale airborne operation began in order to capture Darok's royal fortress and annihilate the rebellious lord in one fell swoop.

After receiving the new combat order, Ma Bo quickly approached the royal city fortress.

The assault team followed his steps, preparing to join up with other elite teams.

The Darlock world has a huge continent. Even if everyone travels at the fastest speed, several Terra hours will have passed by the time they arrive at the royal city.

It was already late in the evening, and the sky was filled with blood.

I don’t know if it is the afterglow of the stars or the blood of the soldiers.

The High King's palace stands on the highest plateau in Darok, a magnificent building protected by an impenetrable fortress field.

There are a large number of artillery batteries and defensive firepower points around.

All of Darlock's elite troops gathered here at this time, ready to make the final resistance.

The numerous windows in the palace should have been slowly turning in line with the pace of the stars.

The maids in the palace liked to estimate the passage of time by observing the light of the stars reflected in the glass during peacetime.

But at this moment, destruction is coming.

The whole world was engulfed in thick smoke and flames of war. Huge black clouds shrouded the sky above the royal castle, seemingly foreshadowing the end of the High King.

The searchlight beam twitched uneasily as it struggled forward through the clouds.

Inside the planet's upper atmosphere, lights and shadows danced, and countless fighter planes engaged in a melee, firing blazing beams of light from their respective weapons, drawing out short-lived, nameless, shining constellations.

Outside the fortress, in a wide square made of special metal.

The place no longer had its former glory, but was filled with gunfire and hail of bullets. The bullets from the loyal soldiers gathered into a torrent, destroying everything here like an impenetrable rainstorm.

A straight beam of energy shot up into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

From time to time, a blazing gunboat would crash down, creating huge flames on the ground.

Even the Catachan Suppression Corps, which had brand-new equipment, suffered a small loss from the firepower of the Royal City Fortress.

But they will not give up because of this setback.

The Imperial Fleet's ultimatum was ignored by the High King.

Against the will of the Warmaster, he has demonstrated through his actions his determination to resist to the end.

Now is the time for punishment. The fortress walls are hundreds of meters high. Only by breaking through this solid defense can they break into the core of the royal city.

Only by killing the leader of the rebel army can this internal strife among humans be stopped.

A huge formation of Astra Militarum tanks, with the help of the mechanical army and war machines of the Adeptus Mechanicus, slowly advanced towards the high wall.

The Catachan Corps, wearing Destroyer I armor, was divided into six parts, each targeting different locations in the Darok Royal City Fortress, looking for weak spots in the fortifications while also preventing the rebels from fully defending against a frontal attack.

And in the smoke farther away, the hazy shadows of humanoid machines appeared, taking slow and heavy steps, and under the cover of the Star Army and tank phalanxes, they approached the tall wall step by step.

Their silhouettes are extremely oppressive, like Titans walking on earth, and each of them is over 40 meters tall.

Mortals would feel fear just by looking at their mountain-like silhouettes from afar.

This is the symbol of the Empire's supreme military power on the ground battlefield, the legendary divine machine.

Efilar deployed twenty-two Titans to the ground.

The Rust tank, known as the king of the land, is not even as strong as the giant steel feet of these war machines.

The front-line troops stretched the battle line for hundreds of kilometers, with huge distances between them.

In this way, the enemy's artillery damage can be reduced as much as possible.

Thunderhawks roared over the soldiers' heads and flew low beside the striding Titans.

The aircraft dropped incendiary bombs at the enemy group, and the slowly rising column of smoke suddenly stirred into a violent vortex.

Inside the voice channel, information flows in an orderly manner. While a large amount of information and data flows are intertwined, it can ensure that every soldier knows what he wants to know. The headquarters is on a battleship in the outer orbit. They overlook the entire planet, simulate the dynamic situation of the ground battlefield at any time, and dispatch troops to where they should go.

Destroy the enemy or rescue friendly forces.

The various unfamiliar legions that had never met each other before merged into a coordinated and unified whole at this moment, erupting with unimaginable power.

The frontal army advanced slowly and powerfully, and with the assistance of harassment troops from several other directions, they successfully broke a huge gap in the tall city wall.

The Titan's hideous face emerged from the smoke and dust of the collapse. Ignoring the laser weapons fired by the rebels, it continued to expand the gap with its huge power iron fist.

The decomposition force field, which was powerful enough to shatter a small starship, exploded at this moment, making the already noisy battlefield even more harsh.

An entire section of the city wall completely collapsed under the crushing blow of the Titan. When the fragments of the wall fell to the ground, countless Catachan soldiers poured in like a tide.

Mabo had sneaked into the fortress earlier, ready to behead the High King directly.

The inner gate of the royal palace fortress was heavily guarded, and when Ma Bo appeared, crossfire immediately poured down on him.

Bullets flew in all directions, leaving countless fiery trails in the air, which shone brightly in the darkness of Darlock.

An automatic mortar spewed a string of slow-flying micro-missiles toward Mabo's head.

When he felt that he was being targeted, Ma Bo roared angrily in his heart, but his expression remained cold and calm.

Then he dodged these micro missiles one by one with movements that were impossible for ordinary people to accomplish, and quickly made a gesture to the assault team behind him.

This gesture is not a tactical gesture within the empire, but a common way of communication used by the Catachan natives when hunting.

In Catachan, facing those terrifying beasts, humans often do not have much time to communicate when hunting, so they invented a way to communicate with their companions in the most concise way.

Catachan's assault team also understood the meaning of this gesture at the first moment, and the soldier carrying the plasma laser cannon on his shoulder responded to his order without hesitation.

The muscular man wrapped in the Destroyer I armor carried a plasma laser cannon on his shoulder that was thicker than his body.

When he pulled the trigger, a blinding light flashed, and the laser cannon and the automatic mortar were connected by a kilometer-long incandescent light.

Then the automatic mortar turned into a ball of scorching flames that gushed out and spread. The flames released by the violent explosion enveloped the entire inner wall in an instant.

A dozen rebels were blown into the sky and fell onto the charred battlefield like burnt dolls.

"Keep going." Ma Bo's voice was brief.

The Catachan soldiers continued to clear the obstacles ahead, but as they moved closer to the High King's palace, the defensive fire became more violent.

The dense barrage of bullets gnawed at their armor, and the enemy's firepower made it difficult for them to move forward.

But they were not alone. After several unsuccessful exploratory attacks, the commando captain decisively called for air fire support.

About two minutes later, a Thunderhawk flew low over the sky. In the storm of bullets, the Thunderhawk nimbly dodged the defense barrage, and in the gap between dives, it accurately dropped a bomb on the rebel camp that was still firing.

When the Thunder Eagle pulled up again, rushed into the sky, and left a trail of white spray paint.

A huge explosion followed, which brought with it an unparalleled impact force. Countless pieces of rubble and debris flew everywhere, forcing Mabo and the Catachan soldiers to hide behind the bunker.

The effect of the air fire support was remarkable, and the enemy's firepower points in the front were completely eliminated.

Ma Bo and the assault team rushed into the black smoke after the explosion, and the rebels, whose will had collapsed, fled in all directions.

Ma Bo picked up his machine gun and used burst fire to blast the enemies who had their backs to him one by one.

Every time a dull gunshot was heard, a rebel lost his life completely.

The members of the assault team also learned how to raise their guns and fire in bursts, and they felt the impact of the weapons in their palms when they fired.

The high-speed kinetic energy physical bombs are extremely explosive and penetrating. When they hit the rebel soldiers, they do not leave traces of gunshot wounds, but will cause the entire flesh and blood body to explode.

Scarlet blood mist gushed out from every shattered corpse.

"Soldiers, continue to break through! Quick, victory is calling us! In the name of Catachan, long live the Emperor, long live the Warmaster!"

Along with the roar of the soldiers, the annihilation horn of the Titan Order rang out.

Mabo's figure was inconspicuous among the Catachan soldiers. They worked together to break through the palace hall and were only a stone's throw away from the High King.

But here they met with even more stubborn resistance.

Many elite defenders poured firepower on them.

An extremely bright and dazzling hemispherical ball of light suddenly rose from the ground in front of them and soared into the sky.

The intense light is enough to instantly burn a mortal's eyes, causing permanent loss of vision.

Fortunately, the goggles of the Destroyer Armor automatically adjusted the brightness for them, so that they did not suffer any damage in the strong light.

Then they encountered mines laid by the enemy.

Landmines of this power far exceed those used within the Astra Militarum, and can only be purchased at a high price on the black market.

It was Darlock's final resistance, they were desperate and extremely crazy.

They buried powerful mines in the palace in an attempt to perish together with the imperial army.

"Quick, retreat quickly!"

"752 Assault Team requests medical treatment. 752 Assault Team requests medical treatment."

Fortunately, with the protection of the Destroyer Armor, although many soldiers were injured in this ambush, almost no one died immediately.

Inside the communication channel, each team was reporting their own status to the virtual system.

When the smoke from the explosion cleared, Ma Bo saw that many of his comrades had lost their ability to fight and were lying in pieces on the badly damaged ground.

"Brother, where is your arm?" A commando captain helped his combat brother up and asked while looking at the other's broken arm.

"Oh, there it is." The injured Catachan soldier pointed in a direction with his other hand, where a broken arm was hanging on the burning wall.

“It looks medium-rare,” he said.

"It's okay, it can still be used." The commando captain quickly took off the severed arm. With the empire's medical level, it was not difficult to treat such an injury.

Catachan warriors do not use robotic limbs unless absolutely necessary.

"It's definitely seven-tenths rare, brother, and it smells delicious." The commando captain returned the severed arm to him.

The wounded soldier looked at the rare severed arm in silence. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again, "It really smells good. Please call me Fragrant Hand Karen from now on."

"Okay, stinkyhand Karen."

During the interstellar wars, Catachan warriors had witnessed many more tragic situations than the one they were experiencing now. To them, being able to survive was a blessing, thanks to the armor given to them by the Warmaster.

Therefore, their mood remained optimistic, morale was not low at all, and these tough guys were even in the mood to joke about their injuries.

Ma Bo watched this time in silence, thinking that this time was different from the past, the harm they suffered did not come from aliens or heretics, but from their own compatriots.

This time, a different emotion burned in his anger.

(End of this chapter)