Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 990, page 08.989: 'Aerial Attack'

"We have the High Lord's lackeys' warships above our heads!"

Inside the bunker of the orbital bombardment cannon, a cacophony of voices erupted: panicked soldiers and slaves screamed, and Severus, an officer in a Roman-style leather skirt, roared in anger.

The heavy, massive cannon barrel, like a blasphemous finger pointing at the gods, pointed straight at the dark sky.

The traitorous mechanical priest of the fire control parameter unit is urgently operating the ancient machine, trying to find that target, which should be extremely conspicuous, stretching for several kilometers along the vast track.

However, the light spear that had been so conspicuous just moments before came to an abrupt halt, like a phantom.

After the sky fell silent again, the observers with the optical telescopes eagerly scanned the spot where the light had last flashed, trying to find even the slightest clue.

He rubbed his eyes, which were stung by the bright light, in disbelief—they were empty, as if the deadly beam of light had appeared out of thin air and vanished just as suddenly.

"Increase the scan area! Impossible! How could there not be warships there! Search! They must have used some damned trick to hide themselves!"

"The shells are loaded!"

"Based on the energy trajectory just now, we have deduced the enemy ship's final launch parameters! The margin of error is plus or minus fifty kilometers!"

"Fire! I don't care what's there! Open fire!"

Boom!

The earth trembled violently. A railgun less than five kilometers from the airport suddenly opened fire.

A massive shell, comparable to a battleship's main gun, roared into the sky with a deafening roar, leaving a long trail as it forcibly tore through the dense atmosphere.

"Ground artillery countermeasures detected!"

"Hold on! Bow pointing towards the ground! All energy redirected to the Void Shield!"

hum! ——

On the bridge of the "Sword of Akali," Captain Archie watched as a shell, so fast that only a black trail could be barely seen with the naked eye, hurtled past the three warships like a death star.

The rebels launched a blind barrage of fire at possible locations, one of which narrowly escaped through the less than 1.5-kilometer gap between the E-99 attack ship and the Akali Sword.

All the crew members who witnessed this perilous situation felt a cold sweat break out on their backs—with the strength of their light escort ship's void shield, it could only withstand one such shell at most before it would stop operating due to energy overload.

At that time, they will have to face the terrifying caliber of battleships with their fragile armor.

“Very good…this has triggered the warship’s highest defense protocol.” Archie swallowed hard, a cold smile appearing on his face. “Now, the security forces sent down from those cruisers have a legitimate reason to act.”

The duty of the naval armed forces is to ensure that warships forever belong to the Imperial Navy.

The duty of the naval security forces is to ensure that warships always belong to the masters of mankind.

When any situation threatens the safety of the fleet, the naval security forces have the responsibility and the authority to eliminate the threat.

Although most ship captains and political commissars are unlikely to actually send troops to destroy the enemy's surface defenses.

However, Horatio actually did it.

'The warships have been directly attacked by land-based artillery. You, now, take men and behead the traitor's defense commander, eliminating the threat.'

"The vanguard force, under the cover of air vehicles, is about to arrive at the target airspace."

On the ground, the shockwave from the explosion descended from the sky like a solid wall, and the violent tremors of the air made everyone's teeth chatter.

Inside the cockpit of "Skyhawk One," multiple red alarm sources, indicating radar lock-on, instantly lit up on Anya Fasha's control panel.

Although her hands were sweating from nervousness, she still gripped the control stick firmly and piloted the fighter jet to perform a textbook evasive maneuver.

"Little Fasha! Didn't they blow up the enemy's anti-aircraft weapons? Why is there still a lock-on signal?!" Veronica on the "Skyhawk II" screamed as she looked at the alarm flashing wildly on her screen.

"The Hellsoldier destroyed the anti-aircraft missile positions! But the rooftops of those buildings and some small anti-aircraft positions have 'Hydra' quadruple anti-aircraft guns! Open your eyes! Immediately fire the decoy flares! Don't let them lock onto you! Launch anti-radiation missiles right now! Take them all out!" "Okay!" Veronica bit her lower lip and pulled down the decoy flare launcher lever.

At the same time, she also locked onto the strongest radar signal source.

Based on the principle of linear locking of radar waves, the moment a ground-based air defense radar locks onto a fighter jet, an invisible energy "link" is formed between the two.

Anti-radiation missiles are intelligent weapons specifically designed to actively search for and destroy the source of the "game invitation" signal by relying on this invisible "link." The moment the two "connect," the anti-radiation missile will actively follow the radar wave trajectory to find the device that emitted the signal and carry out a precise "offline kill."

The Hydra anti-aircraft gun positions on the ground opened fire simultaneously.

In mid-air, countless aluminum foils and flares were ejected at high speed like fireworks, leaving long, dazzling streaks of light in the dark night. The "Fury" interceptor was equipped with extra-large caliber flares; only such large flares could release enough heat to attract infrared-locked heat-tracking missiles.

However, since the Hellslingers had already dealt with the biggest threat—anti-aircraft missiles—the sky full of flares now illuminated the entire airport, serving the purpose of illumination flares.

Higher in the sky, even more anti-radiation missiles rained down, forming a dense swarm that roared towards the ground. That was the firepower from the Predator-class atmospheric bombers.

This old and reliable medium bomber has served mankind for over a thousand years, with its earliest prototypes dating back to the Great Expeditionary Era.

Today, it has many improved models and has been re-adapted to many relics of weapons that were discovered in archaeological excavations during the 40K era and originally belonged to it.

The missiles exploded on the ground, creating bursts of golden sparks. Some experienced rebel operators quickly shut down their radars when they saw the anti-radiation missiles approaching, causing the missiles to miss their target.

The "Fury" fighter jets, like swooping falcons, descended from the sky and headed straight for the airport, using the laser cannons under their noses to engage in thrilling head-on battles with these cunning survivors.

This was a very bold and risky move, and only the most skilled and daring ace pilots would dare to confront the quadruple anti-aircraft guns on the ground head-on.

Anya Fasha piloted the "Skyhawk One," skillfully dodging the spiderweb-like barrage of ground fire.

She used the laser cannon to fire precisely, turning a towed Hydra anti-aircraft gun located on the roof of a barracks, along with its operators, into burning fragments.

At the critical moment when the fighter jet had already issued an altitude warning and was about to crash, she suddenly pulled up the nose of the aircraft, and the fighter jet almost flew close to the roof of the barracks.

However, just as she passed by and rose again, another Hydra, which had just shut down its avionics radar to avoid missiles and was now restarting it after the first wave of attacks, locked onto Fasha's tail.

Bang bang bang bang!

The scorching brass cartridge cases sprayed out wildly from the four ejection ports on both sides like splashed water.

A dense barrage of adamantium warheads, trailing deadly trajectories, caught up with the Farshade fighter jet from its tail.

Boom boom boom!
*Beep beep beep!*
A series of piercing machine warnings rang out on the holographic projection in front of Fasha.

The aircraft was hit by multiple bullets in the wings and belly. The damage indicator on the fuselage instantly turned yellow, representing moderate damage, and air was rapidly leaking from the cabin.

Fasha immediately pressed the respirator against his mouth and nose, while checking the oxygen tank. Fortunately, it was undamaged.

"Little Fasha, I'm here to help you!"

Veronica, piloting the Skyhawk II, followed closely behind, unleashing a dense volley of fire at the Hydra that was firing wildly at Fasha.

This retaliatory barrage even caused the roof of the entire barracks to collapse, burying the Severus soldiers, who were frantically putting on their gear and preparing to deal with the attack, alive under the rubble.

"Are you alright? I see your fighter jet is smoking... and there seems to be fire inside the bullet holes in the wing..." Veronica asked worriedly.

Upon hearing that there was a fire, Anya Fasha immediately activated the automatic fire suppression system on the wings via the touchscreen in the cockpit.

laugh--

As a burst of white fire extinguishing powder sprayed out, covering the entire wing, the faint embers in the bullet holes were quickly extinguished.

"It's nothing serious. I think we've already drawn enough fire for our friendly forces on the ground."

She raised her head and looked up at the sky.

(End of this chapter)