Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 365 The Victory or Defeat is Decided (Ninth Update)
The battle on orbit has transcended the scope of conventional naval gunfire, evolving into a terrifying, forbidden technological struggle imbued with the characteristics of Mechanicus.

The fleets of Mars and Nexus, like two giants who have opened a long-sealed treasure trove, began to hurl terrifying relics from the dark age of technology at each other.

In an instant, the airspace over the battlefield transformed into a bizarre and fantastical testing ground.

An invisible spacetime distortion field attempted to banish the entire fleet to a time rift; a vicious logic virus, like an electronic plague, spread wildly through the data networks of both sides' ships, causing system paralysis, weapon malfunctions, and even engine overload and self-destruction; matter-decomposing rays swept silently, erasing thick armor like sandcastles; local gravity fields were instantly distorted thousands of times, crushing ships within range like soda cans...

In contrast, the light spears, macro cannons, and torpedoes that darted about like raindrops, their explosions becoming insignificant background stars adorning this frenzied battlefield.

This is a feast of knowledge and destruction, where precious, irreplaceable ancient technological creations are consumed every second, and ships carrying long histories are reduced to nothingness by attacks beyond comprehension every moment.

Meanwhile, on the surface battlefield, the decisive force finally arrived.

Accompanied by earth-shattering footsteps and a deafening roar of steam and gears, the Titan battle group of the "Steel Fist" Order set foot on the land of the dead world.

These walking divine machines, like moving metal mountains, are tall enough to dwarf even the largest knight mechs.

The only Warlord-class Titan in the battle group fired first.

Its volcanic cannon roared deafeningly, and a blazing beam of light instantly traversed tens of kilometers, completely vaporizing a World Eater company that was gathering and attempting to launch a new offensive, along with the entire hilly area it occupied, leaving only a giant, glassy crater emitting blue smoke.

The Cyclone missile launch sites rose like a swarm of bees, their deathly shrieks covering a wider area.

The three smaller Warhound-class Titans, like loyal hounds, guarded the flanks of the War-class, annihilating any stray enemies that dared to approach with their high-speed cannons and turbolasers.

The Titans' entry into the war instantly changed the balance of power on the ground battlefield.

They bring not only devastating firepower, but also unparalleled strategic deterrence.

Even the World Eater, driven into a frenzy by the Butcher's Nails, found its biological instincts beginning to overwhelm its madness in the face of such cataclysmic power.

Chain axes and explosive shells could not budge the Titan's ankles; suicidal charges would be torn to shreds by the dense secondary cannons before they could even get close.

They could "see" clearly that the tide of war had irrevocably turned.

The frenzied offensive weakened like the receding tide, and the remaining World Eaters began to crumble. They no longer focused on breaking through the defenses, but instead tried to find gaps in the Titans' devastating barrage to escape the battlefield that had become their graveyard.

Victory in the ground war is in sight.
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Just as the battle between Mars and the Nexus fleet in orbit, filled with forbidden technology, was reaching its climax, and Nexus was gradually gaining the upper hand thanks to Chen Yu's incomprehensible intervention, the curtain of space was torn apart once again at the edge of this noisy battlefield.

Without any grand announcements or superfluous signals, a solemn and dangerous fleet silently sailed out of the warp like a shadow. The pitch-black hulls seemed to devour the surrounding light, and the huge Maltese cross and Imperial Eagle emblem looked particularly sinister against the dark background.

It was Sigismund and his Black Templar fleet.

Due to an unexpected subspace storm, they arrived at the battlefield earlier than expected.

They completed the battlefield scan with astonishing efficiency.

The sensors clearly depicted the current situation: friendly signals representing Neksam and Chen Yu's base were engaged in fierce combat with the Martian fleet and chaotic signals on the ground.

The distinction between friend and foe is clear; no further explanation is needed.

"Lock on the Martian ships." Sigismund's voice rang out on the bridge of the Eternal Expedition, cold and resolute. "For the Emperor, for Dorne, destroy them!"

Without probing or warning, the Black Templar fleet, like a cheetah poised to pounce, unleashed a fierce offensive the moment it entered the arena.

The massive "Eternal Expedition" took the lead, its modified side-mounted weapon arrays, optimized for close-range destruction, unleashing a torrent of destruction. The salvo of light spears and macro cannons slammed into a Martian battleship that had just struggled out of the spatial compression effect and whose shields had not yet fully recovered.

Meanwhile, a large number of Black Templar strike cruisers and frigates, like a pack of wolves, used their superior maneuverability to quickly cut into the flanks of the Martian fleet's chaotic formation, using dense torpedo and laser fire to cut and surround lone enemy ships.

The Black Templars' combat style is completely different from that of the Mechanicus. They prefer to approach quickly, destroy targets in a short time with a burst of intense firepower, or... create conditions for a boarding maneuver.

Sigismund's decisive joining became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the Martian fleet.

The Mars fleet, which was already struggling to hold on amidst the fierce attacks of the Neksam fleet and the chaos caused by Chen Yu's relics, was now attacked from both sides, its formation was completely broken, and its command chain was on the verge of collapse.

One Martian ship after another was reduced to a dazzling but fleeting space firework under the crossfire of the Black Sanctuary and Nexus.

The balance of power in the orbital battlefield has now completely and irreversibly tipped in Chen Yu's favor.

Sigismund's arrival at this crucial moment not only brought a powerful new force, but also, in an unquestionable manner, declared the attention of the highest echelons of the Empire to the events in this region.
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The fierce battle that lasted for three days has finally come to an end.

In orbital space, the last remaining Martian warship, still putting up resistance, was completely torn apart by the crossfire of the Eternal Expedition and the Nexus Ark, turning into a slowly expanding mass of metal fragments and a brief burst of flame, marking the end of this brutal civil war between the Mechanicus and the Nexus and the Black Temple as a united victory.

After eliminating the orbital threat, Sigismund did not delay for a moment.

He ordered the fleet to maintain the highest alert level, then personally boarded a Thunderhawk gunship. Under the escort of a squadron of elite Templar Knights, he pierced through the thin atmosphere of the Death World and landed in the direction of Chen Yu's base.

The gunboat landed in a relatively flat area on the outskirts of the base, but traces of intense fighting were still visible.

The hatch opened, and Sigismund's tall, black figure appeared in the doorway.

He was still wearing that imposing black power armor, the dust and scattered energy burn marks on it telling the story of the fierce space battle that had taken place not long ago.

He wasn't wearing a helmet, and his weathered face carried the same seriousness and fortitude as ever. But when his sharp eyes swept over the nascent canyon oasis surrounding the base and the huge spherical crater in the distance, a hint of solemnity flashed almost imperceptibly.

Chen Yu's dark red mechanical body was already waiting at the landing point.

The massive machine also bears the marks of battle, with several new scratches and charred marks on the armor, but it still exudes an aura of composure and precision.

His crimson optical lens watched Sigismund step off the gunboat.

The two meet against a strange backdrop of scorched earth and new life, surrounded by busy frigates and servants clearing the battlefield, with the distant, low rumble of Titan engines faintly audible.

“Lord Sigismund,” Chen Yu’s synthesized voice rang out first, calm and composed, “Welcome. It seems your voyage has not been peaceful.”

Sigismund nodded slightly, his gaze shifting from the surrounding battlefield ruins to Chen Yu: "Compared to your place, a few storms and the obstruction of traitors are nothing to worry about."

His voice was deep and direct. “Sage Chen Yu, I have come on the orders of Primarch Roger Dorn. It is time to discuss the ‘future’ you have promised to show us.”

After many twists and turns and overcoming numerous obstacles, this crucial meeting concerning the fate of the empire has finally begun in this world of death, which has just been baptized by blood and fire.

(End of this chapter)