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This means that the Titan's void shield was under instantaneous pressure that it could not withstand.

At the same time, the signals of several Warhound-class Titans disappeared from his unit indicator.

And these oily graphite substances were blocking the functioning of his sensors. Now he was like a blind man, unable to see anything, and even unable to use the parts of his body.

The Vulcan Legion stopped at this moment and suffered a certain degree of casualties.

"A missile-grade weapon exploded right under my feet? What a joke! How did they get it here? This is a plain!"

The commander of the Cursed Vessel was almost dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how such a huge missile could be transported secretly under his nose.

The sensor wasn't broken at the time, so it couldn't possibly detect no signal at all, right?!

The commander was wondering how the missile was transported here, but he probably didn't notice that in the shadows somewhere on the battlefield, there was a silver, hunched figure standing.

The instrument beside him was forging a false image of the earth at a certain height, and in his hand was an information beetle device that was capable of transmitting false information content.

"There's not enough time now. If I let you go so quickly, won't I be unable to get what I want?"

"I trust you don't mind waiting a little longer, do you?"

Hiding here was none other than the Infinite One, Trazyn, who had delivered the knowledge of the Black Stone to Cawl and briefly demonstrated its use.

This Necron Overlord from the Nihilak Dynasty keenly sensed the disadvantages of the human camp on the ground.

If these beings in the subspace continue to advance like this, the humans on the ground may be defeated before they can get the collection.

"Well, these people are quite interesting..."

The shaking of the Cursed Vessel attracted the attention of Strelka and the pilots of her Valkyrie Squadron.

Almost without thinking, all the pilots immediately controlled the Valkyrie gunboats to crash into the cockpit of the Cursed Vessel.

Their gunboats were running low on ammunition, but the gunboats they were driving were specialized for artillery fire, so the power of their reactors when they exploded was far greater than that of other Valkyrie models.

All they needed was one gunboat to hit the cockpit and they would be confident they could stop the Titan in its tracks.

Dense anti-aircraft artillery fire was released from the Titan's self-defense fire array. Two of the remaining eight Valkyrie gunboats were unable to dodge in time and were directly hit by the automatic artillery shells flying towards them.

But at the last second before the gunboat exploded, they fired all the remaining Purgatory missiles on the gunboat at the cockpit of the Cursed Vessel.

The intention is to use these active attacks to help other surviving teammates attract the attention of some defensive firepower.

It turned out that their move was effective. Several Purgatory missiles were noticed on their way to the Titan, and the anti-aircraft firepower that was originally intended to hit Strelka and her team was directly redirected to intercept them.

This bought Strelka and his men a few seconds of precious time.

Even though it's only a few seconds, for these Valkyrie gunboats, these few seconds are enough for them to get quite close.

"Spread out the formation and charge forward separately. As long as any one of us can hit them, the mission will be accomplished."

It's not that they are seeking death on purpose, but the anti-aircraft firepower network of the entire Titan Legion is indeed very dense. If the number of charging aircraft is too small, they are likely to be killed by the firepower network before they reach the target.

There must be someone who serves as a stepping stone for the one who may succeed. Their lives will build the stairs that will eventually lead to success, and they need to walk the distance together before that.

Although the Warhound-class Titans under the graphite smoke could not aim at them accurately, they could spray a barrage of bullets in their flight path by firing blindly into the smoke.

Three of the six remaining Valkyrie gunships had their wings torn apart by the barrage of bullets. Because the incident happened too suddenly, they didn't even have time to fire their Purgatory missiles, and the gunships' flight posture instantly got out of control.

Strelka could only watch them fall into the graphite smoke and eventually meet the end of his own life.

The 1014th Valkyrie Squadron was trained by her personally. These guys have been learning Valkyrie driving techniques from her since they were young.

From an emotional point of view, these guys are no different from her sons.

From the perspective of merit, they have won many glories together and completed the glorious tasks entrusted by the Emperor.

But now she could only watch them die one by one in the war. All the images and memories before her eyes were like knives cutting cracks in her heart.

Although in the eyes of others, she is a strict Valkyrie aircraft instructor.

But only you know the truth.

She was a very emotional person. Every time she punished the young men who had conflicts with other troops for defending their honor, she would...

She would always slip some hard-to-get fruit-flavored gel from the agricultural planet under the crack of their room door.

Such actions always make them happy to continue training the next day, even if the corporal punishment they received the day before was very harsh.

Just as Strelka was immersed in her brief memories, a quiet and peaceful voice brought her consciousness back to reality.

"Instructor, let's go first. The engine seems to be scrapped."

"If there's still a little time left, please open the iron box on your driver's seat. I've been hesitant to tell you something, but if I don't tell you now, you'll never have another chance."

Calm words came from the communication device. Strelka's eyes hidden under the flight mask quickly glanced at the visual sensor, and then her eyes quickly turned red.

At this moment, in the display of the visual sensor, she just saw the two remaining students secretly flying under her gunboat.

As a veteran gunboat pilot who had flown gunboats all her life, she knew exactly what the two young men were planning. They simply wanted to use their aircraft to block the barrage of bullets that might be fired from below.

Not only that.

These two young men are playing tricks on me.

Although they are all flying below.

But one is in front and the other is behind.

Both of them wanted to help themselves block the barrage of bullets, but did not want her to crash into the Titan's cockpit, so they agreed to let the person at the back only block the barrage of bullets, while the person in front would crash into it for themselves at the last moment.

But the two young men forgot one thing.

There's oily graphite underneath...it'll ruin the engine.

"Listen, don't give up so easily. Try to stabilize your machine. Your gunship can still glide. Once I stop the Warlord-class Titan's movement, you will immediately fly back in the direction of the 185th Cadia Regiment."

"Don't be so foolish as to just fall down. If you do that, you're just looking for..."

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Strelka hadn't finished her words when she saw through her own vision that one of the gunboats was torn to pieces by a sudden jet of high-speed shrapnel.

Those shells dismembered the gunboat into pieces like a scalpel. She could even clearly see her student's body being torn into pieces.

Not even a single intact part was left.

"Instructor, after all, I've been your student since childhood. How could I not know that there's graphite underneath..."

"But you may have forgotten one thing. The heat source of a gunboat is much higher than that of graphite smoke... Without a false target, it would be impossible to pass a dense, high-speed barrage with a rough thermal lock."

"We originally thought we could keep two more planes to crash into your plane, but our flying skills aren't good enough..."

Before he could finish his words, Strelka could only watch helplessly as the gunboat driven by the last student was shattered into pieces again.

The result of doing this was that they successfully sent themselves beyond the coverage of those high-speed barrages.

We are now only tens of meters away from the Titan cockpit.

It only takes two seconds at most.

But at this moment, she felt that these two seconds were really long...

These two seconds seemed enough to recall everything in her life.

From the time she was born on Cadia, until she became a qualified Valkyrie pilot, and later took over the job of teaching this group of young people.

And now I have to watch them die.

This life is so ordinary...

But it seems particularly fulfilling...

Oh, yes, that box.

These silly guys seemed to want to let me see before they left...

What good could it be?

Let them wait until now to tell me?

She opened the box at the fastest speed in her life, but what was inside made her feel heartbroken.

Inside the box...

They are the gels wrapped in silvery-white plastic foil.

Those silly boys knew that she was a strong-willed person, and they would definitely lose face if they returned the gel.

and so……

In the last half second, Strelka seemed to see the terrified commander inside through the Titan's observation window.

The opponent's body was so twisted that his flesh was even stuck to the driver's seat. It was much more disgusting than those Titans of the Martian Mechanicus.

"My students sacrificed their lives to save more people. You are not worthy of them risking their lives. They can return to the Golden Throne."

"And you damned traitor!"

"Just die with me!!!"

The last gunboat of the 1014th Valkyrie Squadron crashed into the cockpit of the Warlord-class Titan. A surge of purple light continued to burst out from the cockpit, and explosions continued to roar.

The rebellious Titan troops of the Vulcan Legion stopped at this moment, and the steps that made the land of Cadia tremble no longer moved.

In the short term, they could no longer pose a threat to the Cadia defenders.

But the price was an entire Valkyrie squadron of aircraft, several Imperial Knights loyal to the Empire - and dozens of priceless and precious souls.

These precious coins of the Emperor bought Cadia some breathing space.

It was this respite that allowed Cardia's fate to deviate from its originally shattered trajectory.

Elias and Orwin, who had returned to the command center, looked at the Titan Legion that had stopped in the distance. They didn't know if there would be any new Titans.

But what is certain is that these will never work again.

"Coordinates uploaded, requesting Bastion Hell Cannon fire strike, targeting the Vulcan Legion - Renegade Titan."

"Understood, the Hell Cannon is changing direction."

In the core area of Klav Bastion, a huge weapon that was originally supposed to be placed on a Titan was now slowly turning its muzzle towards the direction of the Vulcan Legion.

The precise target was the Warlord-class Titan, the Cursed Vessel, in the middle of the battlefield.

An armor-piercing shell of astonishing caliber was pushed towards the Cursed Vessel by the impact force after a roar, and after penetrating its outer shell of the adamantine armor, it blew half of its body into pieces.

However, just as the Hell Cannon was about to fire the second shell, the defenders on all the defense lines heard an extremely shrill whistling sound.

Hundreds of airdrop pods crashed into the interior of the Krav Bastion like meteorites, and the largest one landed on the loyalists' defense line, carrying curses and fear.

With just one sword strike, all the defenders in one of the defensive positions were blown away, and the remaining air waves even cut their bodies in half.

A terrifying figure with a horrific face, wearing the armor of Abaddon, holding the magic sword Draconian and wearing the Claw of Horus appeared inside the bastion.

The black and blood-red paint on his power armor almost revealed his identity, and the tall hair on his head was the most obvious sign.

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."

"Find the planetary shield system and destroy that thing for me!"

"Archangel Sanguinius! I am Abaddon, Warmaster of Chaos! I come in person to answer your challenge!"

"Come out and face me! Or suffer a humiliating death!"

Abaddon, the Chaos Warmaster, descended upon the battlefield in person, without even resorting to teleportation or infiltration.

Instead, he arrived in a ostentatious way by parachuting to let everyone on the planet know of his arrival.

The swift and efficient attack shattered the defenders' defenses in almost an instant. The Black Legion launched an attack simultaneously from four directions along the hall, while Abaddon walked straight into the depths of the bastion.

The demon sword Draconian was guiding him on the road, and he could sense that the archangel was at the end of the road.

The other party is waiting for his arrival.

But what Abaddon didn't notice was that two Black Legion soldiers with strange movements secretly left the battlefield.

No one cares about these two traitors.

No one cares what these two traitors will do next.

"Very close, getting closer, I can already feel your breath, Archangel, come out and face me!"

Following Abaddon were hundreds of his fallen brothers, the bodies of the Sons of Horus who had been sacrificed to the demons by Erebus, and now they were nothing more than carriers of the demons.

He was not stupid enough to use his truly loyal brothers to fight a war of attrition. If he did that, he would be extremely stupid.

The truly loyal veterans all follow at the back of the team. Once these demon-possessed bodies want to rebel against them, those brothers will be the first to draw their weapons and stab them first.