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However, all the attacks were like a drop in the ocean, easily dissolved and consumed by the invisible barrier, and failed to cause any substantial damage to the city.

"Honestly, after learning that this was once humanity's experimental planet during the Golden Age and was later transformed into an entertainment planet, I'm not surprised to see any unimaginable advanced technology now."

Aurora gazed at the undamaged city of Deshiya and spoke calmly. Beside her, the Primarchs gathered, all of them sisters and brothers connected by blood.

In this operation, the territories of other slave owners were handed over to the second-in-command of their respective legions to clear and conquer, while they focused their attention on the city of Deshiya.

"But are we going to keep on wasting time like this?" Angron frowned, his tone filled with anxiety.

"Let me try how powerful the technology left over from the golden age is." Hui Le took a step forward, the spiritual energy around him surged and surged wildly.

In an instant, the sky above the city of Deshiya seemed to be covered by a huge black curtain and quickly darkened.

Powerful thunder roared and rolled in the thick clouds, as if countless trapped beasts were eager to break free.

The gathered thunder transformed into galloping dragons, carrying the power to destroy the world, and struck down towards the city of Deshiya.

This attack was powerful enough to destroy the Emperor Titan. Even the Primarch would be seriously injured if hit head-on.

However, what was shocking was that when the thunder touched the barrier above the city of Deshiya, it disappeared into thin air in an instant, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun.

Hui Le spread his hands helplessly, "Looks like we have to find another way, like trying to dig a tunnel. If there's really no other way, we can just trap them for a few years. We have plenty of time anyway."

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At the same time, in the city of Deshiya, the once bustling and crowded arena is now empty.

The civilians and slaves no longer paid attention to the bloody fighting in the arena. Their attention was completely attracted by the roaring cannons and surging thunder in the sky.

The shocking scene made them stand there in shock, as if they were under a spell, prostrating themselves on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and awe.

The slave owners mobilized urgently, and the gladiators who were originally forced to fight for their lives in the arena were now drawn into the vortex of this war.

They had no time to wipe the blood that had not yet dried on their bodies, and they picked up weapons under coercion, with confusion and anxiety in their eyes.

At the same time, the well-equipped high knights, mounted on their sturdy war beasts, appeared in unison on the street at the main gate. Their metal armor gleamed coldly in the dim light, and the war beasts' breath emitted white mist. They stood quietly, awaiting orders from the great slave master.

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"Let's surround the city first. Otherwise, we can't break into it unless the people in the city open the gates themselves. But how is that possible?" Leman Russ agreed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the unexpected happened—the city gates slowly opened. Everyone turned to Leman Russ, their eyes filled with surprise and amusement. "It seems my mouth really is magical! I might have to talk more during future battles," Leman Russ said, half-jokingly.

The leading tall knight was riding on a tall warhorse, waving the whip in his hand wildly, hitting the slaves and gladiators hard, and urging them to move forward in a harsh voice.

The crisp sound of whips hitting flesh, mixed with people's painful groans, echoed in the air.

Almost instantly, Huile's sharp gaze locked onto the High Knights' armor. Frowning slightly, she spoke gravely, "The armor these knights wear is anything but ordinary. I sense their current life force rivals that of us Primarchs, even comparable to myself without psychic powers."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other Primarchs carefully examined the tall knights, and their expressions instantly became extremely serious and cautious. The aura around them also became tense, as if facing a great enemy.

"One, two, three..." Leman Russ narrowed his eyes and counted carefully. "Not many. Only fifty in this team." He then looked at the number of his own men, a slightly teasing smile playing on his lips. "It's about one person against ten of me, who don't have any special abilities. Not bad. At least it didn't surprise me too much."

When Jonson heard Leman Russ's words, his face darkened to the point of dripping water. He secretly cursed at the foolish dog, still as reckless as ever, obsessed with close combat and lacking any strategy.

Look at how much manpower and resources they have at their disposal now. There are obviously simpler and more efficient ways. Why do they have to fight those tall knights one-on-one?

Wouldn't it be easy to solve all the troubles by simply using bombs and carpet bombing?

There was no need to engage in a head-on conflict with these guys who appeared out of nowhere, which would only lead to more casualties and losses. Thinking of this, Zhuangsen gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to rush up and give Leman Russ a good beating.

"Oh, that's interesting. They actually rushed over here on their own initiative, and I haven't even given the order to attack yet!"

Aurora watched with interest the tall knights, who rode on warhorses shaped like giant steel beasts, waving whips to drive away the slaves and gladiators who were forced to charge in front of them.

The madness was as if they were the masters of this war, rather than trapped beasts in the city.

"Bring out the Extinction Relic." Zhuang Sen's face was as sullen as water as he gave a decisive order to the inner circle knights beside him. He didn't want to play any close combat tricks with these people. Since they were so eager to deliver it to him, don't blame him for being rude.

The inner circle knights immediately took the order and quickly organized manpower to carry the Extinction Machine to the front of the battlefield.

This extinct relic is huge in size, emitting a cold metallic luster all over its body, and every edge and corner seems to be telling of its deadly power.

When the soldiers of other legions saw this scene, they all remained calm. After all, they had cooperated with the First Legion many times and were no longer surprised by the powerful Extinction Machine.

As the Extinction Machine started up, a low humming sound shook the air.

The soldiers of the legion retreated quickly and orderly, their steps hurried but orderly.

While retreating, the weapons in their hands were not idle either. The bullets from the grenade launchers were like a dense rain curtain, and the shells with long tails of flame, carrying a breath of destruction, poured towards the tall knights.

The high knights were caught off guard by this sudden barrage of firepower. Although the steel behemoths under their crotch were huge and had strong defenses, they were still inevitably damaged by such a fierce attack.

The slaves and gladiators who were driven by whips fell one after another in the hail of bullets, and their blood instantly dyed the ground red.

The tall knights seemed not to notice the tragic scene around them, and continued to wave their whips, trying to break through the fire line and rush towards the soldiers.

The Extinction Relic Machine stood firmly in front, and the originally quiet body suddenly burst out with devastating power.

The surging shock wave swept forward first, compressing the air into ripples visible to the naked eye. Wherever it went, the ground cracked and soil and rocks flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, ion flames that could evaporate steel gushed out violently, and the orange-red flames greedily licked everything. The objects they touched instantly turned into molten iron, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Cancer radiation light waves travel through it in an invisible but deadly manner. Any living thing covered by it will quickly lose its body functions and its cells will begin to become diseased and die uncontrollably.

Despite being castrated, the hatred of organic life in these extinct remnants is still ingrained in their bones.

They seemed to be infused with some kind of crazy emotion during their attacks. Every release of energy seemed to be venting endless resentment, as if they found twisted joy in the massacre.

On the battlefield, slaves and gladiators continued to fall. In the last moment of their lives, they strangely felt an inexplicable joy, as if they were infected by some evil force. In pain and fear, their souls were dragged into the endless abyss. All of this came from the horrifying massacre of the extinction machine.

Hui Le looked at the battlefield ravaged by the Extinction Relics and sighed with regret: "After today, I will never find such good armor again." The sound of the grenade launcher beside him was deafening, and every shot was accompanied by flashes of fire.

Hui Le's fingers were nimble as she controlled the two iron men that had been hacked into the system before, making them join the battlefield to fight against the Extinction Machine.

These two iron men have been reassembled by her, with ion flame cannons mounted on their shoulders and lightsabers emitting faint light and having decomposition capabilities tightly grasped in their hands.

The two Iron Men entered the battlefield and launched a swift and fierce attack. With a clear target in mind, they charged directly towards the two High Knights. As they charged, their Ion Flame Cannons launched the first attack, gushing out blazing flames and forcing the surrounding enemies to take cover.

While the high knights were avoiding the flames and their bodies were exposed, the Iron Man instantly rushed forward, slashed with the lightsaber in his hand, and the decomposition stance took effect, quickly breaking the high knights' defense.

In the blink of an eye, the two iron men came to the tall knight, and with a wave of their arms, they knocked them off the back of the steel beast.

The Iron Man was close at hand, and his ion flame cannon and lightsaber were madly unleashing terrifying firepower.

High-temperature ion flames enveloped the tall knight, and the decomposing lightsaber pierced like a venomous snake. The roar of the cannon was deafening, the flames splashed everywhere, and the surroundings were filled with acrid smoke.

Shockingly, the armor of the two tall knights blocked most of the attacks.

It cannot be burned by ion flames or pierced by lightsabers. Although the surface of the armor is charred and mottled, it still firmly protects its owner.

You know, even if the Primarch was hit by such firepower, he would be seriously injured if not killed. However, the High Knights stood firm in this steel storm. They relied on their armor to withstand the attacks, their eyes full of unwillingness and struggle, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Just as the Iron Man attacked the High Knight with all his might, Hui Le took action again, controlling the vast spiritual energy.

In an instant, the sky was filled with changing weather and the already gloomy and depressing sky was completely covered by rolling dark clouds.

The dark clouds surged and collided, brewing endless terrifying power. Along with deafening roars, thunders as thick as buckets flashed with terrifying white arcs, like the wrath of the ancient Thunder God, madly striking down the tall knights on the ground.

The two tall knights who were fighting with the Iron Man were the first to be hit and were precisely targeted by the dense thunder.

On one side, there was Iron Man's continuous ion flame cannon and decomposition field lightsaber attacks, and on the other side, there was Hui Le's world-destroying thunder. The double attack completely submerged them like a surging tide.

Although the high knight's armor was extremely strong, it gradually became overwhelmed by this destructive force.

First, the runes and protective layers on the surface of the armor sizzled and flickered under the impact of thunder, and then cracks spread rapidly.

Finally, with a desperate roar, the two tall knights fell to the ground under the stranglehold of the double attack, without any sign of life, leaving behind only the charred, shattered armor and body parts, witnessing the cruelty of this brutal battle.

The thunder in the sky didn't subside with the fall of the two tall knights, but instead intensified. The rolling dark clouds seemed to be constantly stirred by an invisible hand, and each tumble gave rise to a more violent force.

The thick pillars of lightning fell straight down from the clouds with the momentum of creating the world, smashing into huge craters on the ground that were emitting black smoke.

The thunder struck the remaining tall knights with precision, and they seemed so small in the face of this horrific natural disaster.

Although the tall knights drove the steel behemoths to dodge left and right, trying to avoid the thunder attacks, the arcs of electricity seemed to have eyes and followed them closely.

Some high knights had just managed to avoid a bolt of lightning, but were hit by another one that followed. In an instant, both they and the beasts were electrified and their bodies were charred black, and they fell to the ground with twitching limbs; others were hit directly by the lightning, and the powerful electric current instantly penetrated their armor, completely wiping out the life inside them, leaving only a mass of smoking wreckage.

On the ground, the attacks of the Extinction Relics and the warriors never stopped.

The ion flames intertwined with the whistling of artillery shells and the sound of grenade launchers, echoing with the deafening thunder in the sky, together playing a melody of destruction.

There was a dull and rhythmic sound of "thump thump thump", which was the sound of the tank tracks rolling over the ground.

One after another, steel behemoths slowly drove into the battlefield, their huge bodies emitting a cold metallic luster, their gun barrels raised high, accurately locking onto the tall knights who were struggling to hold on under thunder and attacks from all sides.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Flames erupted from the tank's muzzle, and the massive shell whizzed out like a meteor, hurtling towards its target with unstoppable force. Violent explosions echoed one after another, and the High Knights were instantly enveloped in smoke and dust.

The powerful impact knocked them to the ground, both humans and animals. Some of the tall knights were directly hit by the shells, and their sturdy armor was shattered by the power of the explosion, and their limbs were scattered everywhere; others were blown away by the aftermath of the explosion, and fell heavily to the ground. They struggled to get up, but found that they had been seriously injured in many places and could hardly move.

Under the bombardment of tank fire, the raging thunder in the sky, and the continuous attacks of the Extinction Machines and warriors, the High Knights' defense line gradually collapsed, and the shadow of death completely submerged them like a tide.

Even the other original questions were amazed, what kind of high-tech tank is this? It can actually cause damage that even iron men can't.

Chapter 259: Nukeria has been resolved. Is this a victory or not?

It's all so easy.

Fifty tall knights, clad in heavy knight armor and possessing physical strength comparable to that of the Primarch, were easily eliminated.

Zhuang Sen said, "The rational use of weapons and spiritual power is the essence of war tactics, not blindly acting recklessly." At this moment, he really enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher, especially in front of his brothers.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Angron's shoulder. "Let's go! Let's go into Deshiya together!"

"Yes." Angron nodded in response.

The Primarchs marched ahead, followed by their personal guards and Angron's rebels. Jonson looked back at the First Legion; the knights of the inner circle had understood.

The inner circle knights of the First Legion, upon receiving the order, automatically and tacitly allocated a small part of their forces without much communication and quickly rushed towards the battlefield.

Led by the Primarchs, they entered the city of Deshiya, where the city gates lay open, defenseless, as if silently welcoming their arrival.

The group walked steadily into the city.

Angron's eyes slowly swept around, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He murmured softly, "It's still the same. Nothing has changed." The tone of his voice was not sure whether it was nostalgia or emotion.

But then the Lord of Red Sand cast a cold gaze on the gladiators huddled in silence. Their cowering appearance was completely different from when he was in the arena.

The rebels at that time never gave up resisting even though they were burdened with heavy shackles. Every inch of their muscles was filled with resistance to the unfairness of fate.

But what about these people in front of me?

Faced with oppression and injustice, numbness and obedience have been deeply engraved in their bones, like tamed trapped beasts, losing their most primitive wildness and fighting spirit.

The Lord of Red Sand frowned, his eyes full of anger. He couldn't understand why these people gave up struggling so easily. In his eyes, all this was so unbearable and hateful.

"Come on, brother, we have much to do," Leman Russ said, placing a hand on Angron's shoulder and half-embracing him as they walked forward. Angron seemed to be swept away by this uncontrollable force, and though his steps were a little heavy, he was forced to move forward.

The Primarch and the others arrived at the great slave owner's palace. Stepping inside, they were overwhelmed by a scene of opulence and splendor. Carved beams and painted buildings, floors paved with gold and jade, every detail displayed boundless wealth and power.

Just at this moment, the big slave owner appeared surrounded by a group of slaves and guards.

The slaves shrank back, not daring to look straight ahead, while the guards had stern expressions, held sharp blades, and looked menacing.

The great slave owner strode with his head held high, his eyes full of arrogance and complacency. When he met the Primarchs like this, a tense atmosphere instantly filled the air.

The great slave master suppressed his inner uneasiness, feigning a calm demeanor. He addressed Angron, "Angron, if you do not wish to cause further casualties, leave this place immediately. Conquer another slave master's territory, or build a city just for you slaves and gladiators, and enjoy yourselves there. Wouldn't that be wonderful? That would be a good option."

At this moment, he really didn't want to confront the Primarch head-on, and his words were full of half threats and half inducements.

Upon hearing this, Angron's eyes instantly sharpened like a knife, and he retorted without hesitation, "I'm determined to seize this place and kill you. What can you do to me?"

The great slave owner, as if hearing a monstrous joke, threw back his head and burst into laughter, a shrill, manic laugh. He then exaggeratedly patted his armor and shouted, "You want to kill me? Absurd! Look at this armor, passed down from my ancestors. It has always protected me, making me immortal. Even Death himself cannot reap my soul!" As he moved, the guards around him gripped their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.

Instantly, a powerful and terrifying force surged upon the unsuspecting slave owner, as if struck head-on by a powerful cannonball. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the ornate and exquisite wall, becoming embedded in it.

"You damned, vile, filthy psyker!" The Great Slave Master's furious curse echoed from the wall. This roar instantly ignited the hostility of the White King's Son's Glorious Guards. They instantly went into high alert, staring fiercely at the Great Slave Master, emitting a dangerous aura, like a ferocious beast imprisoned in a cage, about to break free.

Surprisingly, the slave master hadn't suffered a single scratch. Yet, he was now firmly controlled by psychic energy, as if a pair of invisible yet immensely powerful hands were gripping him tightly and slamming his head into the wall.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and without looking closely, one could guess that the cervical vertebra supporting the head must have been broken.

Fortunately, the ancestral armor worked, quickly healing his injuries, and the slave master soon recovered. However, his head was still firmly stuck in the wall, unable to be pulled out. It was obvious that all this was intentional by the Primarch named Hui Le.

Huile frowned slightly, with a look of disappointment in his eyes, and said to Angron with a hint of reprimand: "Don't argue with these trash next time. Even if they have obtained the treasures left over from the golden age, even if they have powerful weapons in their hands, they are just a bunch of trash and don't know how to use them at all." Angron lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, listening obediently without a word of rebuttal.

Then, Hui Le's tone slowed down slightly and he ordered, "Take your rebels and seize the spoils that belong to you."

"Ah? Ah!" Angron was stunned at first, obviously not reacting, and then he quickly responded.

Huile raised her chin slightly and continued, "This is the basic rule of war. The winner has the right to plunder everything from the loser. Use their heads to create glory, to warn those who attempt to offend you, so that they know the price of offending you. You can also use their wives and daughters to satisfy your desire for conquest. Weapons and territories all belong to the winner." When saying these words, Huile's expression was calm and cold, as if these cruel acts were natural to her, and deep in her heart she seemed to have a desire for plunder and killing.

Even the other Primarchs did not object to what Hui Le said.

Angron rubbed his head, a simple expression on his face as he explained, "Well... we really didn't think about that at the time. The Resistance was founded on the motto 'Freedom or Death.' Under my leadership, everyone was prepared for annihilation. After all, the slave owners were simply too powerful."

Huile sighed softly, looked at Angron with a deep gaze, and asked, "Have you decided what you want to transform this city and this planet into?"