The voice coming from the communication made Karga's face change.
He rushed to a balcony overlooking the surface.
Looking up at the sky, the ground anti-aircraft fire had been stopped and the void shield disappeared without a trace.
The loud explosion sounded again, causing the area where he was to shake violently again.
"Doriel." Calgar called to the mechanical priest who followed him, "Report the current situation."
"The energy pipeline has been destroyed. The energy reactor has destroyed the power supply of the void shield. The void shield has fallen. The power supply device has been destroyed, overloading the generator of the artillery array."
A cold, mechanical voice came over the communication.
"Can it be repaired?" Calgar asked sternly.
His tone was filled with anxiety and a hint of fear.
"It's difficult, my lord. 75% of our electricity is offline and the main energy control system is destroyed." Came Doriel's voice.
More explosions occurred from within, with continuous rumbling and shaking, and huge sculptures fell down in the explosions.
A group of Star Army soldiers didn't have time to escape and were smashed into a bloody mess.
Alarms were heard everywhere, and the communication channels were filled with messages asking for help and reporting.
"The energy lines caused a chain overload reaction, and explosions occurred at various energy sources, your lord," said Dolly.
"Damn it." There was anger in Calgar's voice. "Shut down the power generation system. All troops should withdraw to the core area and shrink the defense line."
After giving the order, Calgar looked up at the sky.
The void shields were gone, and the Tyranids were no longer hindered.
Swarms of winged beasts circled and rushed towards the hive city, biological plasma and highly toxic bombs rained down on the hive city, and large areas of defenders' positions were overwhelmed by enemy artillery fire.
A large number of spore sacs fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a loud bang that shook the earth. Huge creatures crawled out of them, and the deafening roars made people feel terrified.
The communication network continued to beep, and all requests were marked in the most urgent scarlet color.
Open a random report that shows all the critical situations.
"Sir, our position has been surrounded by the Tyranids."
"The fighter formation is no longer able to defend."
"The gun position is under attack, my Lord."
There were continuous rumbling sounds coming from the sky, and swarms of Zerg covered the sky above the hive city.
A trace of despair appeared on Karga's face.
With the void shield destroyed, they will face the biological torrent of the Tyranids, which is definitely one of the world's most terrifying nightmares.
Countless biological artillery fire raged through the hive, blasting apart the stones that had been brought in from distant worlds to be fashioned into statues of Imperial heroes.
Burning raged all over the city.
On every level of the towering hive fortress, the flames of war rage.
After the void shield is lowered, the Tyranids' aerial swarms and long-range firepower can move freely and unleash their long-held artillery fire.
On the criss-crossing ground highways of the hive city, a large number of Zerg poured into the hive city along the roads.
Huge Tyranid creatures smashed through the massive decorative triumphal arch.
Lithe Genestealers scaled the buildings, attacking the loyal defenders from all sides.
The winged Zerg kept swooping down and landing on the battlefield, setting off a series of horrific killings.
Despair and death spread among the imperial defenders.
Under the terrible torrent-like attack, human beings are so fragile that they are struggling to hold on with their remaining courage and will to sacrifice.
But the universe is so cold.
Fate is so cold.
Victory and success will not be given to anyone just because of who is braver or stronger.
Under the Zerg attack, the Imperial defenders were defeated.
The light spots representing the troops disappeared one after another, indicating that all of them were killed.
The Knights faced the same dilemma.
Countless Zergs swarmed forward, using their overwhelming numbers to knock the Knight Titan to the ground, and used their sharp limbs to dismember it.
The naked pilot lying in the nutrition cabin was pulled out, dismembered and quartered.
"Go to hell." Aruken roared.
The neural network is constantly experiencing pain and fatigue.
The Sky Punishment-class Titan he controlled showed terrible scars.
"The defenders of the Empire never fear."
Arukan roared.
He is the Emperor's sword, the Primarch's war machine.
As the Iron Angel of the Holy Human Empire, he has sworn to protect his people, so he will never fear death.
"All troops retreat in order."
The voice of the rear command center came over the communication.
Arukon, however, went against the tide of retreat and charged at the enemy.
The core area is too narrow, and the imperial troops are concentrated there, leaving no room for the Titans to operate.
He only had one mission left.
That is to assist other friendly forces in retreating.
The command did not give Aruken such an order.
But the final mission is one that every driver knows.
This is their highest honor.
Every pilot has been taught that once the situation becomes urgent, they need to buy time for other troops to evacuate and strive for the greatest benefit for the Emperor.
"In this dark, hopeless, futureless galaxy, we are all just currency, used by the Emperor to buy humanity's survival."
Aruken recalled something his teacher said when he was a student.
At that time, he didn't understand.
Now, he understands.
It’s a pity that he can’t go back and it’s impossible for him to see that mentor again.
Looking at the Bio-Titan rushing towards him, he knew that he would die here. This was the last battle.
"May our souls all stand under the throne."
Aruken switched the communication channel and spoke to the crew member who had been with him for many years.
They also gave their final blessings to Aruken.
"Let me see your level." Aruken whispered.
The Sky Punishment-class Titan took heavy steps and rushed towards the enemy first.
Its heavy, mountain-like body crushed the small Tyranid creatures to death.
Several besieged Titans were thus saved.
"Retreat, your mission should not end again, guard the last position and wait for the Primarch's arrival." Aruken said.
The Sky Punishment Titan swung its iron hands that were as big as a mountain and knocked back a group of Tyranid creatures.
A dying Knight Titan was rescued.
"Thank you, my Lord, for your help." A woman's voice came from the Knight Titan.
"Evacuate, leave this to me." said Aruken.
"Thank you." Knight Titan limped away.
The adamantium shell was covered with scars and the hydraulic stabilizers were damaged.
The power sword had been broken, and the Titan weapon sagged on its broad metal shoulders.
The driver's heart was filled with the joy of formation and the shame of retreat.
The Knight Titan survived.
But its mission had already been determined, which was to die on the battlefield.
It was saved because dying here would not be in the Emperor's best interest.
The surviving Knight Titans evacuated, and Aruken controlled the Punishment-class Titan to face the surrounding biological monsters.
The huge cannon on its back fired instantly, causing a Bug Saint Titan to let out a wail, and then a Sky Punishment-class Titan rushed forward.
The huge iron hand grasped the heavy horn and controlled it.
The power fist smashed through the insect saint titan's biological shell like a cannonball.
The fully charged melta cannon was activated, targeting the wound that had lost the protection of the shell.
The scorching beam of light vaporized and charred the flesh and blood in an instant, successfully killing the opponent.
Other Bio-Titans also launched attacks.
A brutal battle ensued.
The battle between the giant beasts shook the surrounding area.
Aruken tried his best, but victory is determined only by strength. No matter how loyal he is or how hard he works, he cannot change his fate of failure.
The stabilizer at the waist was shattered and the Titan's legs were shaking.
The piston and hydraulics of the left leg were smashed to pieces and could not be repaired.
The cut hydraulic pipes and fuel pipes were like blood vessels, and the hydraulic oil and fuel inside gushed out like blood.
The huge torque joint was also pulled out alive, like a torn-out spine.
"I am the Emperor's Sword, the Primarch's War Angel."
Aruken controlled the Sky Punishment-class behemoth to hold down the Tyranid behemoth, then activated a plasma cannon the size of a building, launched a final attack, and killed the last biological behemoth.
The smell of burning spread, and the wailing of the giant creature slowly disappeared.
The Sky Punishment-class Titan staggered to his feet, black smoke coming out of his body, and his adamantium shell was badly damaged and covered with scars.
Several Tyranid monsters were lying around the battlefield.
The Tyranid beasts that besieged him were all killed by Aruken controlling the Titans.
However, his injuries were horrific.
Through the porthole of the cockpit, you can see sparks flying all over the Titan's body.
The fire extinguishing agent filled the huge steel body.
The machine spirit was wailing, and the crew members had suffered heavy casualties in the previous battle.
The mechanical priest in charge of maintenance chanted the prayer of the God of All Machines, preparing for his final death.
Aruken no longer had any way to control the Titan.
He could only stand there and face the attack of the insect swarm like a lone warrior.
A swarm of insects swarmed up the huge steel body.
The sharp limbs pierced through the armor, sneaked into the Titan and fought with the crew.
Aruken wanted to get up and join the melee, but he was too weak to move for several times.
A small knife worm crawled over and cut him and his neurotrophic capsule open.
Bright red blood mixed with nutrient solution flowed out.
The dead Aruken just stared at the golden double-headed eagle above the control room.
It seemed as if he was expecting the double-headed eagle to bring his soul from this suffering galaxy to the throne of the Emperor.
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The battle in the void is also gradually heading towards failure.
Faced with the increasingly terrifying Zerg fleet, the Imperial fleet suffered increasingly heavy casualties.
The burnt metal skeleton was slowly floating from the inside out into the depths of the universe.
When a battleship that is more than ten kilometers long explodes, it is like a distant supernova explosion, and the entire battlefield can be felt with strong light in an instant.
Sparse space torpedoes were traveling through the void, trailing long flames.
The macro cannon's shells seemed increasingly powerless amid the dazzling explosion, and could only embellish the huge insect swarm with a few flaming flowers.
The thick beams emitted by the laser array are also ineffective and cannot form a saturation attack.
El looked at all this and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
The Storm Falcons, who were in charge of commanding the Void Battle, suffered heavy casualties.
The flagship he was on was emitting billowing black smoke and was slowly withdrawing from the Zerg encirclement.
During the evacuation process, a warship exploded, and the strong flash caused the photosensitive instruments in the portholes to automatically adjust.
The wreckage of the battleship was dismembered in flames.
The dead were thrown out of the battleship and their bodies were slowly floating in the air.
El did not show any sadness. When one loses enough, one will no longer be sad.
Every minute, every second, loyalists die.
They play different roles in life.
Friends, lovers, comrades, brothers.
But on the battlefield, they were no different, just a corpse that no one cared about.
Everyone feels sad about what they have lost.
But when you lose too much at once, your soul becomes numb.
The signal from the surface was cut off.
The last information about the surface was that the void shield was destroyed and the Zerg poured in.
The defense had failed, and they could not complete the Primarch's mission.
"Our void shield protection is decreasing."
"A wave of attacks is coming, please maneuver in time."
The crew's broadcast channels were filled with terrified tones.
The situation on the flagship was getting worse.
Despair slowly emerged in El's heart.
There was a violent shaking, the flagship suffered another round of attack, the void shield was shaking, and there were shrill alarms everywhere.
"We are finished!!" Such a thought emerged in El's mind.
Suddenly, a clear voice came from the originally noisy communication channel.
Completely ignoring the impact of the overflowing energy on the battlefield on communications, it sounded in the communications of all warships.
"This is Macragge's Glory, we are about to enter the real universe."