I am in Warhammer's Heartsteel

Special move: Serious Punch!

Without any fancy techniques or unnecessary charging, all the sweat from the hard work of stacking steel gathered in his right fist, striking the chest armor of the Valanis Knight mech solidly.

"Thump—!"

The voice was muffled.

The moment of contact seemed to stretch out time.

The Valanis Knight armor is a composite armor capable of withstanding heavy artillery fire, and visibly cracks and dents in a spiderweb pattern centered on the point of contact.

The enormous impact knocked back the tens of tons of mech, and the foot-anchoring grip teeth were forcibly pulled from the ground with a screeching sound.

"Warning: Frontal armor integrity lost by 37%, structural stress overload!"

"Warning: Left leg hydraulic system failure, mobility reduced by 20%!"

"WARNING: Anti-gravity stabilization core overloaded, restart required!"

"Warning: Volcano Cannon power circuit interrupted, weapon offline!"

The cold, mechanical alarms flashed and repeated wildly in the cramped cockpit.

Arthur Fisher was nearly sent to the subspace by that punch.

Even with the protection of multiple buffer gels and inertial dampers, the violent force still shook him so badly that his internal organs churned and he suffered temporary hearing loss.

Arthur was horrified, feeling as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

He withstood the volcanic cannon and severely damaged the Valanis Knight mech with a single punch. Is this guy human or a ghost?

It's even more chaotic than chaos itself!

The Supreme King's pride was shattered by this punch.

Deyang pressed his advantage, engaging in close combat and completely abandoning defense due to his high health.

Trade wounds for wounds, fight life for life!

Valanis's mech delivered a punch, and he countered with a backhand sword saw through the opponent's weapon arm.

Arthur became increasingly nervous as the fight progressed, while Dejan became increasingly reckless.

The Valanis mech, known for its firepower suppression, struggled too much in close-quarters combat and its mechanical legs were quickly severed by the chainsaw sword.

"Since you are so stubborn, go and repent to the Emperor!"

Dejan gripped the Death Chainsaw with both hands and brought it down fiercely in Arthur's despairing gaze.

puff!

Click!

The cockpit was pierced, and the adamantite saw teeth tore and gnawed wildly, spraying out hydraulic oil, plasma, and blood mist.

The Supreme King died on the spot.

"This is what happens when you give in to fate."

Exhausted, Dejan reverted to his normal size and collapsed amidst the gasps of Sister Martha, Grove, and others.

So tired, waaaaagh!

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Upon regaining consciousness, Deyan felt a soft sensation.

Long-lost comfort.

But the distant roar of artillery fire made him jump out of bed.

The unfamiliar ceiling came into view. Looking down, I saw a clean, thin blanket covering me. The strong smell of disinfectant and the faint scent of ointment filled my nostrils.

The multiple wounds on his body were properly bandaged.

The feeling of exhaustion from overexertion lingers, but at least I have the strength to move.

"I really want to get a good night's sleep."

Deyang yawned and pushed open the door, fighting off his sleepiness.

In the busy corridor, medical staff and messengers made way for him and saluted, their faces full of gratitude that could never be repaid.

Dejan nodded in response. The heartfelt respect dispelled his fatigue, and he even walked with a vigorous stride.

That's good; the blood wasn't shed in vain.

Following my memory, I arrived at the command center of the three-person highest military conference.

As soon as the door opened, Major Valken, General Crona, and Sage Taranis-7, who were having a heated discussion in front of the sand table, stopped and looked over at the same time.

The three of them bowed to Deyang in their most solemn manner.

"Thank God, you're finally awake." General Croner seemed to have found his pillar of support and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vital signs readings are stabilizing. Welcome back, Lord Dejan. Your combat stats... are impressive." The synthesized voice of the Sage Taranis was devoid of any emotion.

Deyang walked straight to the sand table, his gaze sweeping over the intricate markings indicating friend or foe.

"I'm fine, what's the situation now?"

General Croner and Major Valken exchanged a glance, their faces grave as they reported: "The situation is unfavorable to us. After Arthur Fisher's death, half of the surviving members of the Fisher family's knight force defected to the rebels, about 30 chose to fight for the Empire, and another 17 knight mechs took advantage of the chaos to storm the airport, escape the Cataflax orbit, and their whereabouts are unknown."

"Currently, more than two-thirds of the royal city has fallen, and the main force of the rebels is only one block away from us."

No wonder the gunfire was deafening; the rebels were practically right under their noses.

Deyang couldn't sit still any longer and rushed over to provide support without saying a word.

With his addition, the battle lines quickly stabilized and gradually pushed back over the next two weeks.

Without a commander, the rebels fought individually and were defeated one by one.

In the process, the Catafrax Planetary Guard suffered heavy casualties, almost being wiped out.

Of the troops Deyan brought, only one in ten survived.

Fortunately, the rebels were defeated.

Twenty days after the start of the rebellion, the smoke of battle in the capital finally died down.

Except for a few cultists who went into hiding, the rebellion was largely quelled.

Without a doubt, this was a Pyrrhic victory.

The empire has lost two knightly families.

Katafrax's war capabilities have been destroyed.

But Dejan, without any outside assistance, led only a small force provided by the Inquisition and cooperated with the garrison of Cataflax to suppress the rebellion, preventing it from spreading to other worlds, which was nothing short of a miracle.

Previously, Dejan was not fond of Roger Dorn, but after this incident, he had great respect for the Primarch.

Terra's situation was far more serious than Katafrax's back then.

Roger Dorn held Feralus's head in his left hand, dragged Sanguis's mangled body with his right, followed by Waldo, who was devastated by guilt for failing to protect the Emperor, and carried the critically wounded Emperor on his back. When he looked up, he saw Macardo's body crumble into dust.

Even in this situation, they managed to hold on.

The legendary stress-resistance king truly lives up to his name.

……

In the hazy star field, on the route to Cataflax.

Inside the Steel Judgment, the bridge lights were cold and dim, with only the hum of various instruments and the glow of the holographic star map.

Alonso sat on the command throne, his brow furrowed, staring intently at the red dot on the star map that represented Cataflax, his mind replaying the recent battle reports.

The Fisher family also betrayed them.

The judge remained silent for a long time, repeatedly analyzing the situation and calculating, but each time he could not see even the slightest chance of Dejan winning.

"That kid might be dead already, and Katafrax has fallen into the hands of the rebels."

Alonso had prepared for the worst.

Prepare for a planetary recapture war.

He was preparing to convene his subordinates to discuss the battle plan.

Chief Star Speaker Kaleon Apophis walked in and dropped a bombshell.

"My lord, this is a high-level communication from Katafrax, delivered via enhanced translation through the Star Court relay station."

Alonso leaned forward slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"I estimate the Empire has lost Katafrax. Read it."

Calion Apophis: "The Catafrax rebellion was declared initially quelled the day before yesterday, local time!"

"The primary traitors, Aldrich Hoffman, Arthur Fisher, and their family forces, have been executed!"

"The cleanup of remaining rebels and Chaos forces is underway, and the Empire has regained over 90% control!"

"Request the Inquisition fleet to arrive and assist in the blockade of the orbit, the mopping up of remaining enemy forces, and post-war reconstruction."

"May the Emperor's glory shine forever!"

"—Dejan Davent, reporting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bridge became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.