Warhammer 40: Saviors Emerging from the Bottom

"Hold on! Hold on for me! We absolutely cannot let those damn alien mechs get to the front lines, or everything will be over!"

The commander, his eyes bloodshot, roared hoarsely, trying to rouse his soldiers.

The heavy weapons squad, which was already prepared, took out their few rocket launchers.

Breaking through the thick outer armor of the Death Iron Canister was difficult, so the soldiers targeted the weak points on its joints.

Their objective was to disable the green-skinned mechs, preventing them from posing a threat to the front lines.

The price to pay for its complete destruction would be far too high.

At the commander's order, hundreds of rockets were launched in succession.

"Just one hit will do!" the commander prayed silently.

Under his expectant gaze, the rocket launched by the Empire struck the energy shield of the Death Iron Canister, and the resulting explosion temporarily obscured everyone's vision.

"Did it work?"

"It should have succeeded, right?" the adjutant said somewhat uncertainly.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, the massive iron canister of death reappeared before everyone.

An attack of this magnitude is simply unable to penetrate the energy shield and cause damage to its body.

"Waaagh!"

The orc driver, whose nerves were connected to the Death Iron Canister, let out a deep, beast-like roar.

The lingering sense of unease within it keeps it constantly in a state of anger.

It needs an outlet.

Not far away, the somewhat panicked human shrimp was a good target.

The machine gun mounted on his arm fired wildly at the position in front of him, and any human hit by it would instantly turn into a pool of blood mist.

The ground beneath their feet trembled continuously as the giant iron canister of death moved.

As the killing machine drew ever closer, many of those with lower stress tolerance began to break down psychologically.

"I... I can't die here! My daughter is waiting for me to come home!"

A middle-aged soldier with a scruffy beard muttered something under his breath, in a voice only he could hear.

He looked up at the approaching giant iron canister of death, the green-skinned, terrifying killing machine relentlessly destroying the tanks that were acting as cover in front of it.

Leman Rustank's thick armor was as fragile as paper in front of the chainsaw of the Death Iron Pot, proving utterly vulnerable.

With just a slight movement of the arm, one can cut the other person in two.

"It won't be long before it comes rushing over. We have to find a way to escape; this planet is doomed."

The middle-aged man glanced at his superior with some guilt, and when he found that the other man had focused all his attention on the enemy, he immediately dropped the laser gun in his hand and turned to run.

The soldier beside him looked at his comrade who had suddenly left, and was momentarily confused.

However, they quickly realized what had happened.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? The supervisors behind you aren't holding firewood sticks."

As if in response to this reminder.

The deserter, who had been excited, froze, then leaned forward and fell flat on his face.

"Deserters only face death!"

The squad leader who fired the shot looked coldly at the coward who was trying to hide behind the others.

If that guy had managed to escape, they would have followed without hesitation.

"Think of your parents, wives, and children. Once the lines here collapse, the war will spread to the hive, and they will become alien food, just like those captured soldiers."

The commander glanced at the deserter lying on the ground, then turned his attention back to the green-skinned mech.

That kind of worthless thing is not worth his excessive attention.

"It seems we'll have to wait until we're closer and try using a molten metal gun or a molten metal bomb."

Just as the commander was considering his next strategy, a bomb landed at his feet.

With a bang, he was blasted away.

The shockwave from the explosion left the commander somewhat dazed. He sat there for a while before regaining his senses.

Shrapnel from the exploding shell tore his arm, and blood dripped continuously under the influence of the gravity simulation device at the Starport.

If not treated promptly, the patient may fall into a coma due to blood loss.

But no one ran over to bandage their commander, because in the distance, five more giant, differently shaped death tanks appeared.

"It's over, completely over!"

Along with them came countless greenskins, and inspired by the killing machines, the fighting boys unleashed 150% of their fighting power.

Soon, the Death Coil, at the forefront, tore through the Imperial army's defenses.

Flamethrowers mounted on their arms burned the Imperial soldiers hiding in the trenches.

Any creature that appears within 3 meters of it will be ruthlessly eliminated.

"Lina, if I had known I would die here, I should have proposed to you sooner."

"It was said with a wry smile by an Imperial soldier who looked to be only 20 years old."

He desperately wanted to survive, but his legs, feeling like they were made of lead, simply wouldn't obey him.

Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as the green-skinned killing machine slowly approached his location.

Just as despair was about to engulf him, a strange figure flashed past him and rushed towards the fearsome green-skinned mech.

"Hmm? Something just passed by?"

Amidst the shocked gazes of the young soldiers, Xiao Yi, wielding a power sword, thrust it towards the bloodthirsty Death Iron Can.

Unsurprisingly, his attack was blocked by the power shield surrounding his opponent.

However, Xiao Yi did not immediately retreat to create distance between himself and his opponent.

He increased the energy output, making the power sword's tearing field even more destructive.

Amidst the excited hum of the power sword, cracks began to appear on the shield of the Death Iron Canister.

"The power is already at its maximum. If we continue like this, the sword won't be able to withstand it. It seems we have no choice but to..."

Xiao Yi clenched his fist and punched it towards the crack.

With a bang, the cracks widened, but were still not enough to completely break through the shield.

"So hard?"

Xiao Yi withdrew his fist, aimed at the crack, and slammed it in again. In order to break through the shield in front of him in one go, he used the power of psionic energy this time.

With a loud bang, the green shield shattered slowly, like an eggshell being struck, and eventually disappeared completely.

"By the Emperor, is this still human?" The commander, who had just finished bandaging himself, looked at Xiao Yi holding a power sword and was momentarily dazed.

He wondered if there was something wrong with his brain because of the explosion just now, otherwise how could he have seen such an illogical scene?

Turning around, he saw that the adjutant also had a look of disbelief, so it seemed that he wasn't the only one with a problem.

Regardless, this was the best time to attack. The green-skinned mechs, now without their shields, were completely exposed to the Imperial army.

"Quickly! Have the heavy weapons squad launch another attack."

"It seems we don't need it anymore."

To everyone's astonishment, Xiao Yi easily severed one of the Death Iron Can's arms.