Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 505 06.0504: "Flesh and blood are weak, machinery ascends"

Just as the pilot sister and the ground crew were busy.

"Hey hey hey! Why is the door in front of us open?" Veronica, who was struggling to push the artillery in the back, screamed as she saw the hangar door in front of her suddenly opened.

The next second, she saw the hideous-looking Kroot.

"Quack! It's an alien! And it's so ugly!!!" Her already big eyes widened even wider, and she instinctively took a breath and then screamed subconsciously.

"Calm down! Get ready to fire!" Fasha shouted as he decisively completed the last step on hand.

"Laser cannon is in place!"

"Debugged, cleared to open fire." A technical priest reported using an emotionless generator in his throat.

"Fire!" Fasha gave the order.

As the weapon was fully charged, the Tech Priest pressed the red button on the console.

Noisy!
The laser cannon fired out a powerful burst of scattered energy. Although the recoil of a laser weapon was far less than that of a live ammunition weapon, the energy surging on the cart still shook the temporary metal frame.

"Quack!" Veronica, who was hiding behind the laser cannon, was knocked over by the aftermath. Her petite body curled up into a ball and rolled twice along the trajectory.

After the door opened, the alien that was rushing straight at them was hit by a cannon and its entire body was vaporized.

Apart from a charred spot on the floor and a wisp of blue smoke, there was almost nothing left, and the remains were surprisingly clean.

Those Kroot who were further away but still in the line of fire left behind charred corpses.

That’s right, all the moisture in their bodies was evaporated, and they turned into straight, charred corpses, falling to the ground.

This one shot alone killed dozens of Kroot people.

However, these leading troops were just the vanguards used by the aliens to test the firepower. The Chieftain let them, who lacked combat experience, foolishly rush directly into the fully armed cabin and test the firepower intensity of the defenders with their lives.

"Get up! Get ready for battle..."

Before Fasha finished speaking, the motionless Castellan mecha stepped forward.

The Tau ion cannon on his shoulder began to spin.

Puff puff puff puff puff puff!

The ion cannon fired at an extremely high rate of 1 revolutions per minute, and the ion beam swept across the alien in front of it like a blue whip of fire.

They screamed, surprised at being beaten by familiar equipment.

When the mecha soldiers reached the gate, the Kroot people who had been waiting on the ceiling for a long time swooped down from above.

The Castellan mecha reacted even faster than an Astartes. In the blink of an eye, he raised one hand and accurately grabbed the head of the middle-aged Kroot who was swinging his bladed rifle from above.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the juicy skull was instantly crushed by the thick and strong steel hand.

"Wow! So powerful." After Veronica got up from the ground with a dusty face, she spat out the dust in her mouth, curled up her body, hid behind the laser cannon with a small pistol in her hand, and watched the big robot that she described as "round and fat and looks quite cute" killing at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its size.

It is equipped with weapons all over its body that Horatio allowed it to use to fight the aliens.

The Skitarii Rangers, at a safe distance in the rear, used their galvanic carbines to accurately snipe at those targets that Lati had marked as "high priority".

That’s right, all the Mechanicus units here are directly controlled by Lati.

From the Castellan mechas to the Skitarii Rangers and Vanguards.

She looked at the closed-circuit television in front of her, using the power circuit to control hundreds of units fighting simultaneously in real time.

Although there were no signs of surgery to connect an external auxiliary brain to her body, she was able to control hundreds of units in multiple threads like a sophisticated advanced meditator.

Even for a thinker, this kind of microsecond-precise delay operation would cause a high-performance processor the same size as Ratti to freeze. But Ratti didn't, and even seemed to be able to do it with ease.

Those mature Kroot gunners with superb archery skills far surpassed those of humans, especially those races that had devoured the flesh and blood of the Astartes and achieved biological evolution. Each of them had the strength of a mortal elite veteran like Valina from Catachan.

But in the eyes of the Mechanicus, flesh and blood are weak, and these elite aliens are nothing more than that.

In the eyes of these servants who are dedicated to serving the God of All Machines wholeheartedly, the functions of living things have an upper limit. No matter how much they evolve, they can never achieve even one-tenth of the power of a machine.

Even the Astartes make tactical moves in milliseconds.

The reaction speed of milliseconds is obviously different from that of microseconds.

The middle-aged Kroot who beat the sailors so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads looked like the miscellaneous monsters in a low-difficulty shooting game that took a while to react even when aiming, in the eyes of the Skitarii soldiers with the assistance of visual processors.

The hunter controlled by Lati can always pull the trigger of his weapon before his opponent.

A middle-aged Kroot that had devoured the flesh and blood of Astartes fell on the cold, gray-black deck, with a large hole on its forehead that was bleeding profusely.

Its black pupils were wide open, as if it was surprised before death as to why these strange-looking robed monsters, who did not even arouse its appetite, could have such quick aiming and reaction abilities.

Isn't it said that those muscle-transformed warriors are already the "demigods" of mankind, the pinnacle of humanity?
So what are these weirdos who have ugly looks and thin bodies but such exaggerated strength?
What kind of monster is the Human Empire?

This is a collision between the two heavyweight theories of mechanical ascension and biological evolution, which have been discussed by various civilized races in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years.

But in this round, the former won unsurprisingly.

In the hangar, Anya Fasha and the pilots of the Skyhawk Squadron hid behind their respective bunkers, blinking their eyes as they watched the Mechanicus Skitarii who not only repelled the alien attack but were also steadily advancing in a counterattack.

There were only a few dozen of them, but the tactical movements of each person and the coordination between each other were perfect, so perfect that they didn't seem human - just like a machine in assembly line production, with each part running in an interlocking manner without any error.

"Captain, this is Skyhawk Squadron. We are in the rear ridge hangar. It is safe here. There are no casualties in the aviation team and aircrew. The Skitarii have repelled the alien attack and are moving forward to counterattack."

"This is the Captain, communications are clear. Got it, Captain Fasha, stay safe, we are encircling the remaining enemies." Horatio's voice came through the communication.

At this time, inside the Pilgrim Ship, under the command of Horatio's commanding hand and Bird's Eye Sight, the large force was re-divided into several temporary squadrons in order to advance in coordination on different fronts.

They launched surprise attacks from the front, middle, and rear, outflanking the remaining Kroot forces within the intricate maze of the pilgrim ship.

Chief Kroot thought he was smart by gathering his people together to attack the Epic, but this actually benefited Horatio.

From the beginning, he was worried about how he, with less than 10,000 men under his command, could catch all the rats on the pilgrim ship that could accommodate one million people.

If the Kroot dispersed among the pilgrim ships to conduct guerrilla warfare and destroy the engines, there was a high probability that the 'Pure White Mayflower' would be discovered by other Tau patrol fleets before it could regain its mobility, and the consequences would be self-evident.

The longer the Epic stays on the 'Pure White Mayflower', the more dangerous the situation will become.

——At this moment, she no longer had any torpedoes.

When she is fully loaded with torpedoes, she is a dangerous assassin hidden in the dark gas cloud. Her petite figure is her perfect disguise. She has unlimited possibilities on the battlefield. She can even destroy battleship-class opponents that are more than a dozen sizes larger than her through coordination and torpedo salvos.

An attack ship without torpedoes, exposed and unable to move, is just a poor little boat with only one automatic light cannon. Its firepower can only be evenly matched with the small privateering speedboats of human pirates. Any regular warship can easily kill it.

Including other attack ships in the area would not make the situation any better.

The Epic is vulnerable now.

As her captain, Horatio certainly knew this truth. The longer the Kroots dragged out the more disadvantageous it would be for the Empire.

But now, this group of birdmen (the Kroot are a type of alien creature that evolved from carnivorous birds) have gathered together.

As long as he blocked all the forks in the road and drove them all towards the Epic docking station, he would be able to kill them cleanly, neatly and efficiently, just like driving a group of live chickens into a slaughter line.

No Kroot would resort to guerrilla warfare after their plan to attack the Epic failed; the sailors and crew who had blocked the main roads would ruthlessly slaughter them all.

(End of this chapter)