Jubei City has entered a state of martial law.
Making things with unprecedented efficiency.
All the factories are working continuously day and night.
Arsenal, smelter, weapons assembly workshop, refining area, ore warehouse, manufacturing hangar and more.
Every factory is working without any rest.
Those workers were required to work the longest hours.
The scorching furnaces and noisy production lines are crowded with red-robed experts, miners and workers.
Every corner of the city was filled with a constant noise and low vibrations.
This sound is very obvious on the street.
Everyone's expression was very solemn.
The approaching war made this forging city more solemn and the atmosphere more depressing.
In the name of Holy Terra, in the name of the Emperor, in the name of Guilliman.
The great sage Proyin issued a war mobilization order, requiring Jubei City to enter a level one combat readiness state.
All productivity was released at the first opportunity, civilian industrial products were abandoned, and all was used to produce military equipment.
A steady stream of weapons were produced, laser guns, bolt guns, laser cannons, missile launchers, and cannons were produced from the assembly line.
The armored vehicles rumbled down the vast assembly line, with heat from welding still rising from their surfaces.
Vaulted hangars and entire city-sized assembly areas were dedicated to producing countless quantities of ammunition and guns.
And people who use this ammunition and guns are coming from all over the world.
Jubei City has its own airport.
At this time, the airport was also in a state of overload.
The betrayal of House Lucian put many loyalist forces in a difficult position.
Without logistical supplies, they were attacked by Chaos forces because their location was revealed.
Jubei City provided them with weapons and ammunition, and assisted them in retreating to Jubei City.
The limited capacity of the airport was utilized to the maximum to meet the needs of friendly forces.
Jubei City needed to airdrop supplies to the trapped troops, replenish their weapons, ammunition and medical supplies, and transport the wounded and important personnel.
Such a huge demand requires the airport to operate non-stop at all times and not waste even a moment of time.
Three Thunder gunships came flying from a distance with flames and thick smoke. The airport manager had to order the ground crew to clear the apron for them and evacuate the people nearby to prevent the damaged gunships from exploding and causing meaningless casualties.
The gunships groaned as they came to rest in the space reserved for them.
Amid the hissing sound of air pressure, the hatch slowly opened.
A group of wounded soldiers walked down from above.
It was Jace and others who were evacuating.
On the way to the evacuation point.
Once again they were attacked by the enemy.
A force of Chaos Warriors, Daemon Engines, a Chaos Cultist, and two Warhound Titans attacked the extraction point.
They have powerful firepower and are extremely ferocious.
Jace and the others were unable to fight against the War Dog-class Titans and were beaten to the point of collapse one after another. They finally managed to escape by luck.
There was a massacre at the evacuation point. Troops and civilians who came from all directions and tried to evacuate were massacred, and blood flowed like a river.
Broken limbs were everywhere.
The weeping refugees wailed for salvation, only to be crushed by the Titans.
Those Chaos Cultists had lost all humanity and they slaughtered everyone there.
Neither children nor women were spared.
Despair and pain are the best sacrifices to the gods.
Jace could not forget the last scene he saw.
The bright red flesh and blood mixed with soil became extremely dazzling in the sunlight.
After Jace stepped off the cabin, he remained silent.
He witnessed too much sacrifice and death.
The betrayal of the Lucian family brought terrible consequences, and many people died as a result.
The wife was abandoned, the husband died meaninglessly, the child cried in the refugee tide and was finally killed.
The Emperor's Angels were covered in wounds, but their appearance still gave the people at the airport a lot of confidence.
Those refugees who had managed to escape recited prayers and poems when they saw them coming, with hope in their eyes.
Jace could read their thoughts in those looks.
Every heart is scarred by war.
They longed for the Space Marines to end the suffering and return life to its former peace.
Jace didn't meet those gazes. He couldn't bear the expectations contained in those gazes.
In the face of Chaos' offensive, they kept failing and retreating in panic.
Civilians who should have been protected were slaughtered wantonly by the enemy.
Their screams echoed in Jace's mind.
Their blood dyed every inch of the battlefield red.
"This is our last stop. If we can't stop Chaos' attack, we will die here."
A wolf warrior who had lost his eye said in a low voice.
The other fighters said nothing.
But they all thought that this was their own voice.
The Great North City is the Empire's last hope to hold the Vigilant Planet.
Even if they die, they will die in Jubei City.
Jace agreed with this. They had no way out.
Once Alert falls, the situation in the empire will become incomparably dire.
The end of mankind will really come.
Behind them is the future of mankind, and there is no way to retreat.
"I'm glad you made it in time."
Led by the servitors, Jace and his companions entered the Great North City and met the great sage Proyin, who was planning to prepare for the final battle.
"We paid a heavy price, abandoning those civilians who should have been protected by us, and came here at all costs." Jace's tone was a little heavy. Abandoning those civilians and mortal troops was a helpless move.
If they hold on, the Warhound Titans and Chaos forces will kill everyone.
In the situation where only a part of people can escape, letting the Primaris Space Marines who have combat capability leave first and participate in the final battle is undoubtedly the best option.
However, doing so made Jace and the others feel filled with guilt.
They were supposed to protect the innocent people, but they abandoned them mercilessly.
"Your decision is very clear. The Imperial Regent requires us to treat every life equally, but you and I both know that the value of life is never equal, especially at such a critical moment, some people are more important, and some people can be abandoned." Proyin's voice was very mechanical, without any humanity and emotion, but he was right.
Jace felt a little better and changed the subject to ask about the current situation.
He wanted to see how far the Great Predator's offensive had pushed.
"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you." Proyin waved his hand.
Three servo skulls flew over and opened their brass mouths.
A laser beam shot out from the open mouth, outlining a holographic image in the air.
The image showed densely packed red dots. They were setting out from Saints Harbor City, crossing the dry seabed and preparing to enter the northern continent where Giant North City was located.
When you zoom in, you can see that those red dots are very large.
Cultists with chaos runes carved all over their bodies, knights who rebelled against the Empire together with the Lucian family, demon engines, Titan legions, and so on.
Seeing the huge scale of the enemy, Jace's expression turned solemn.
They couldn't hold out for long against such a terrifying army.
It was obvious that they would die here.
"The enemy has already set out." Proyin explained in a mechanized voice, "They will cross the seabed of the Alert Sea and attack us. I have communicated with the knights, and they will serve as the first line of defense to stop the enemy and prevent the enemy Titans from moving forward, but don't have too high expectations. The Titans in our hands are too weak to stop them."
"There is also a force approaching over there in the eastern mountains, some of which are heretic Astartes. You need to take care of these guys, and only an Astarte can kill an Astarte."
"Also, the situation in the eastern mountains is very complicated. Years of excavation have left deep mine tunnels everywhere. The Genestealers occupied that place after the riot. You must be careful. Once you enter there, you will most likely be greeted by a multi-party melee."
Jace listened to Proyin's information, nodded, and made a certain judgment on the current situation.
They currently still have the Great North City.
But the great predator has already been dispatched, and the final battle will soon begin.
Their winning rate is infinitely close to zero.
"I'm sorry to give you such a dangerous task as soon as we arrived, but now we have no choice." Mechanical Sage Proyin apologized to Jace and others.
Just got down, and had to go to the battlefield to fight without even a sip of water.
"It doesn't matter. We were born to be thrown into the most dangerous places." Jace said, "After repairing the armor and replenishing the ammunition, we will set off."
"I have ordered a foundry to be cleared out where you can make repairs. The armor repair technicians are waiting for you." Proyin said.
Jace nodded.
Proyin was silent for a moment before continuing, "May the Omnissiah be with you."
Going to the eastern mountains to stop the enemy is undoubtedly like a moth flying into a flame.
But now, there is no better solution.
Jubei City needs to buy time to lay out artillery and build defenses and cannot let the enemy advance all the way. Otherwise, Jubei City will fall in just a few days.
"May we both return to the throne of the Emperor." Jace gave the Skyhawk salute and walked away.
The other soldiers followed him and left.
They have to repair their armor and then rush to the front line without any delay.
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Mechanical Ark.
Regula looked at the daughters of the Sun Legion.
The Jiaoyang Legion is a very special legion.
Every driver in the Corps is a woman.
They followed Calgar's fleet to support the Vigilant Planet.
The fleet was lost in the warp, and many people were worried about this, fearing that they would disappoint the expectations of the Imperial Regent.
However, many drivers of the Jiaoyang Legion remained calm.
With the help of the sage Regula, they adapted to the new war machine.
"You should adapt to the new war mode." Sage Regula stood on a high platform and looked down at the carefully selected pilots. "Times have changed. The old divine machines can no longer meet the needs of the empire. In the grand cause of the Imperial Regent, the role of the old divine machines is getting smaller and smaller."
"You need to learn to adapt to the new divine machines. The Thunderbird Aerial-Ground Titans are your future partners. You must become one with them and manipulate them to become the sharp sword of the empire, slashing the darkness that wants to cover the entire empire."
After saying this, Regula asked the assistants to continue to help them with the tests and make the neural connections.
Ainija watched the Mechanical Sage leave, and many sisters walked towards their own testing workshops with the help of the priest.
"Lord Aenea, this way."
Two mechanical priests and a relic administrator serving the Legion came over.
Ainija had no choice but to follow them.
Walking into the spacious workshop, the smell of hot metal filled with engine oil hits you in the face.
The workshop was very busy, with a 60-meter-long streamlined fighter jet parked inside.
It adopts an anti-gravity suspension fixed design.
There is no landing gear like traditional fighter jets.
Relying on anti-gravity force fields to hover.
A heavy crane rumbled down from the roof to adjust the details of the fighter plane.
At the same time, they picked up the full buckets of giant artillery shells and slender missiles and transported them to the fighter aircraft arsenal to fill the fighter aircraft with enough ammunition.
The fighter is equipped with a Titan-class weapon, the Lava Cannon.
This cannon signal weapon served in the empire for ten thousand years.
After Guilliman's return, members of the Mechanicus modified it, making it more powerful and its output power more stable.
In addition to the lava cannon, there are also short-range weapons such as the Destroyer short-range missile, the rotary laser rapid-fire cannon, etc.
There is also a power spear for close-range combat, powerful enough to shatter the armored defenses of an Apocalypse-class Titan.
One Thunderbird is enough to crush a hive city with ease.
In the center of the fighter is a plasma power supply pile, which is used to supply energy to various areas of the fighter.
The fighter is also equipped with three deflector shields and one void shield, which can be opened and closed by the pilot.
The superior performance of the Thunderbird can be said to have brought a huge challenge to the Empire's old fighter planes.
Once it is put into actual combat, the Empire's many forge worlds will inevitably face the elimination of obsolete production capacity.
There is absolutely no comparison between old fighters and amphibious fighters like the Thunderbird.
Will inevitably be eliminated.
Many thick cables with horizontal stripes extend from the hangar ceiling, connecting the energy core buried deep under the shield to the armored torso of the fighter.
In addition to checking the operation of the plasma reactor, these cables are also used.
It also injects a steady stream of energy into it, allowing it to be nourished by an imprisoned star.
With the help of the technician, Aniya walked onto the platform, took off all her clothes, revealing her youthful and energetic body.
The two machine slaves picked up the nozzles, turned on the nozzles, and used special potions to wash Aniya's body.
Disinfect her and stimulate the activity of the nerves on the surface of her body to allow for better access to the system.
Ainija was still very young and had never given birth, so her skin was tight and smooth like milk.
The mechanical priest's metal fingers slid across the surface of the skin, checking the condition of the data interface to ensure that Aniya could access Thunderbird's main control system.
"No problem." A mechanical priest said solemnly, "All interfaces have been checked. Please enter the operating cabin."
Elsa nodded and she walked towards the Thunderbird cockpit.
The Thunderbird cockpit is nothing like any other cockpit.
It pursues high maneuverability, and its speed within the atmosphere can reach the fastest speed in the universe, which is eight kilometers per second.
With such a fast speed, if it were done manually, there would be no time to react.
Using intelligent control violates the empire's red line.
To achieve this, the only way is to establish a neural connection between the pilot and the fighter plane so that the two can become one.
That is, like the Titan, in that case, it would be like putting on a suit, making the machinery an extension of the body.
The human brain has the ability to perform computations comparable to those of advanced computers.
Under normal circumstances, the brain capacity that ordinary people can use only occupies a part of the brain, and more of the brain's capacity is used to coordinate other areas of the body.
It is like when a person wants to stand up, his consciousness will issue this command, and then other parts of the brain will split it up and execute it. After completion, they will give feedback to the main consciousness.
The action of standing up looks very easy.
It is just such an instruction issued in people's minds.
However, the steps are very cumbersome.
The relevant information needs to be transmitted to the corresponding muscle groups, controlling their contraction and expansion, allowing other parts of the body to adjust and maintain the center of gravity to prevent falling.
Then the relevant information needs to be transmitted back to the main consciousness, such as when standing up, something is stuck, something is on the leg, the leg is numb, etc.
Then wait for the instruction to be issued again before performing related operations.
This alone would require most of the brain's capacity.
It was often said in Old Terra that the human brain was only developed to 5 percent.
In fact, this statement is ridiculous.
The brain has been used to a very high proportion, and the remaining areas are redundant areas used to deal with special situations.
Many areas of the brain are used to store everyday data.
A high-definition photo in a computer can take up dozens of MB in size.
Humans usually receive input of information from their surroundings every moment.
Sounds, smells, images, temperatures, etc., these data are so huge that the storage space alone takes up most of the brain.
What's more, a running system needs to be loaded, otherwise, humans will collapse.
In the Empire, many people use tactical computers.
But they all use computers loaded with integrated systems.
The integrated system transforms complex binary and data into understandable images and text.
In that way people can use computers easily.
But if the people of the Empire were asked to use binary to operate computers, many of them would be dumbfounded.
Complex binary is enough to drive many people crazy.
In that case, using computers becomes a high-threshold thing, which is not conducive to the development of the empire.
The same is true for humans. If the brain is not equipped with an integrated system, humans will most likely starve to death at birth and will not be able to reproduce at all, which is very detrimental to the reproduction of the race.
The subconscious mind is responsible for coordinating the work of other parts of the body, and at the same time transforming the various problems and difficulties encountered into concepts that the main consciousness can understand.
After receiving feedback from the subconscious mind, the main consciousness will take action to solve the various problems encountered by the subconscious mind.
Do people feel hungry because their stomachs are talking
no.
It is the relevant nerves that detect that the stomach is empty and there is not enough nutrients.
The subconscious mind integrates this information and transmits the concept to the main consciousness.
The stomach is now empty and you can continue to refill it with food.
After a while, if there is no food replenishment, the prompt will be turned off and the stomach will no longer secrete gastric juice.
This is also why people feel hungry for a while and then no longer feel hungry.
When you see food, your subconscious mind will give you information again.
When you are fully engaged, your main consciousness will reject this information and focus on the task at hand.
In this way, people feel not hungry at all when they are busy.
In fact, you are not hungry because you rejected the information.
In fact, you are already hungry.
It is just like the ancient emperors who never heard news of famine and war, so they naturally believed that the world was peaceful and their kingdom was as stable as Mount Tai.
In fact, just because you haven’t heard the news doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
The potential of the human body is terrifying, and after being strengthened, it is enough to rival any soulless machine.
The neural link clears the brain that originally processes body data and uses it to process mechanical data, so as to better control war machinery.
Aniya lay in the cockpit, and the nutrient solution was injected into her, soaking her.
These liquids are rich in oxygen and will fill her stomach and the cavities in her body to protect her from the excessive weight caused when the fighter plane is flying at high speed.
When a fighter plane accelerates, a force will act on the human body. It is difficult for a normal human body to withstand this acceleration. In mild cases, the body's potential will be consumed and death will occur easily. In severe cases, the human body will be crushed into meat pulp and die tragically on the spot.
After the liquid was injected, Aniya's body was fixed.
Avoid being thrown out by the violent shaking of the Thunderbird fighter during combat.
"Activate the cerebral cortex tentacles." The voice of the mechanical priest came from outside, the mechanical and dull voice lacked any emotion or humanity.
Enya heard a soft hissing sound extending from the neck collar.
And out of the corner of his eye he saw thin metal filaments of the cockpit snaking and sliding through the fixed rings.
Aenea allowed her mind to relax, preparing herself for the brief pain of entering the system.
Numerous silver tentacles, like worms, slid along her smooth skin and connected to various holy interfaces, causing her to feel a little pain.
Part of the tentacles enter the skull from the neural interface on the forehead and eventually connect with the neurons in the cerebral cortex.
The fleeting cold pain inside her head made Aniya groan.
But she soon relaxed, and that familiar wonderful feeling came over her again.
She became one with the fighter plane.
Vast amounts of information and data poured into her mind, and her cerebral cortex tentacles filtered and diverted them to areas of the brain that were not normally used.
Allowing her to experience every component of this giant machine as if it were an extension of her own flesh and blood.
Within milliseconds, the hypnotic implant deep in the subconscious part of the brain was activated, analyzing the pre-war inspection results.
Various data suddenly lit up inside her eyeballs.
Displaying telemetry information, weapons readiness, fuel levels, and a million other bits and pieces.
The main control system helps her command this fighter plane that contains the empire's top technology.
"How's it going, Aenea?"
The biological administrator's voice sounded, and Aniya subconsciously controlled the monitoring probe on the fighter plane to look towards the location of the voice.
The figure of the relic keeper appeared before her.
He was already an old man, but still in good health, tall and thin, wearing a robe with the insignia of the Jiaoyang Legion.
There were sacred parchments all over his body.
It's a very wonderful feeling.
She saw the world through the eyes of the Thunderbirds.
At this moment, she is this destructive machine.
"The situation is good this time." Aniya's voice came through the communicator.
The voice sounded very much like hers and was specially adjusted.
It's just a synthesized sound.
Ainija's body is in a dormant state.
Her consciousness had been disconnected from her flesh and blood body and became the soul of the Thunderbird fighter, making it impossible for her to speak.
"The data detection is normal, please complete the transformation." The mechanical priest next to him had a blank expression on his face. He looked at the tactical screen in front of him and gave orders to Ainiya.
Transformation is the most difficult part of the Thunderbird fighter as a war vehicle.
The changes in the body will give the driver a sense of distortion.
To this end, Regula has developed two different control systems. When the transformation is confirmed, the system will be switched directly, taking the driver offline, and then back online to take over the transformed war vehicle.
But even so, switching between different forms in a short period of time is a burden on the human body, and it takes practice to suppress this feeling of discomfort.
Aenea gave the main control system a command to switch forms.
Then, everything went dark.
The people outside watched as the suspended fighter plane made a continuous clicking sound, and its various parts quickly changed to form a Titan that was fifty meters tall.
The Titan that the Thunderbird fighter transforms into is slimmer and more streamlined than other models of Titan in the Empire. It is silver all over and looks very technological.
A power spear is hung on one arm and a lava cannon is hung on the other, and behind it are the missile system and propulsion system.
Even after the transformation, the Thunderbird's propulsion system can still be used, but it just can't fly too fast.
When the light reappeared in front of Aniya's eyes, the fighter plane had completed its transformation and stood on the ground.
The anti-gravity suspension system is still working, making it more flexible and agile.
"How does it feel?" asked the Mechanical Priest.
Aniya looked at the power spear in her hand through her mechanical prosthetic eyes and moved it a few times. It was very smooth, just like she was using her own body.
“Perfect.”
"There are no problems with the other data. You will be allowed to join the Vigilance Star campaign. Aenya, please perform well." said the Mechanical Priest.
"Don't worry, I can't help but kill those stupid traitors. Let them cry in fear in front of the new God Machine. In the name of Jiaoyang, we will definitely bring the punishment of the Imperial Regent."
Ainija's voice came through the speaker, deafening.
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"Psionic beacon detected."
A navigator lying in the nutrition cabin screamed in pain.
"Belong to the Eldar?" asked Calgar.
"Yes, it belongs to the Eldar. According to the database, the beacon should be located on the Vigilance Planet."
Calgar's chief psychic think tank said with certainty.
"Enter the physical space immediately," Kalga shouted.
Prepare to enter the physical space.
On the bridge of the Victory Laurel, the machine slaves screamed.
Many crew members controlled the Crown of Victory together, broke through the barriers, and rushed into the real universe.
They used connected neural cables to rapidly exchange all the data they had.
A huge amount of information was stuffed into the computing matrix. If the Thinker Array had not been upgraded, it would have been paralyzed by the huge amount of data.
Scenes appeared on the screen in front of Karga.
The Imperial Navy is engaged in battle with the Chaos Fleet.
The entire void of the Alert Star was filled with flashes of torpedoes and missiles. Spears of light emerged, forming an extremely terrifying firepower network.
There were wreckages of ships everywhere and dead bodies floating in the cold void.
Calgar said without hesitation, "Join the battle and tear apart those stupid ships. The Empire will win."
"The Empire will win."
"The Empire will win."
The voices of many captains will be heard in the communication.
They had been trapped in the subspace for so long that they were already full of anger.
Now, it's time to make Chaos pay.
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Alert Star.
Pieces of twisted energy tore through the darkness, shrouding the entire mountain range in a dark purple light.
Dark clouds rolled across the sky, as if being pulled into a huge tornado, circling around a certain point.
Thunder streaked across the rain, revealing many strange outlines against the night sky.
The sky was weeping, pouring an unearthly ocean onto the ground, tearing the atmosphere into jagged shapes.
Unholy energy roared through the air, submerging everything in the current of ether.
At Anvil's feet, standing at the edge of the battlefield, lay the body of a Word Bearer.
Beside him, the guards brandished exquisite swords, forming a death spiral around his body.
Killing those enemies who tried to get close to the Prophet.
Anvil's face was full of bitterness.
In the distance, the Demon Crown shining with black light was emitting a ray of light, shooting towards the sky, making the crack in the sky more conspicuous.
Those guys used blood sacrifice to pry open the power of the gods, amplifying the power of the Black Stone Demon Crown, tearing apart the stable space structure and destroying the anti-subspace force field.
This is just the beginning.
Anvil realized that the troops he led were no longer able to stop the madness of the Word Bearers.
He began to enter a meditative state, using the huge power of ether to separate the enemy and himself, and then evacuated.
Countless images appeared in his mind.
The blurred picture of the present, past and future intertwined together revealed a horrible glimpse of the future for him.
The blood will soak the Vigilance Star, and the Empire will lose its last path.
The Galaxy will become a plaything in the hands of the gods.
There will be no end to that eternal suffering.
Everything will turn to dust.
Everything will be reduced to ashes.
Anville didn't know whether these were true or false. He suppressed these strange things and immersed his mind in the ether currents. With his strong willpower, he set off a thunder storm, forced back the Word Bearers, and then left the battlefield with his guards.
"Kalgar has already landed in the star field of Vigilant Star. He has received the beacon prompt we sent him."
As soon as Anville left the battlefield, he received another piece of news.
On one hand, he sent people to perform the ritual to guide Calgar's arrival, and on the other hand, he personally led a team to try to destroy the laying of the Black Stone Demon Crown, but the power of the Word Bearers far exceeded his, and the plan failed.
"There's not much time left." Anvil responded bitterly.
"Then what should we do? Prophet, if it doesn't work, we should evacuate. We have sacrificed too many of our compatriots for human affairs." A guard requested.
He didn't want to sacrifice for humanity anymore. Too many of his companions had left.
The fighting skills of the Eldar are very advanced.
But he couldn't gain any advantage against the Word Bearers.
Almost all the surviving Eldar warriors were injured.
"No!" Anvil shook his head. "Once humanity fails, who in the galaxy can still fight against Chaos? We are just the afterglow of the ancient empire, and we will be easily wiped out by those evil people. The day humanity fails is the day the galaxy will fall into the abyss. We cannot give up. Without humanity, it will be difficult for us to survive, let alone rebuild the Eldar Empire."
"But what else can we do now? Humans can no longer hold on. They are doomed to fail." The guard just now said, "Even if Calgar lands, the Blackstone Crown Ceremony has reached its final stage, and the Nakmond Corridor will be closed soon."
"Contact Calgar. Only by uniting together can we have the last glimmer of hope." Anville said, "As long as the other party fails to completely complete the Black Stone Demon Crown Ritual, the Human Empire still has a glimmer of hope."
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The dry seabed of the Sea of Warning.
The war for the divine machine is about to begin.
"Welcome to fear, servants of the Corpse King."
The Warlord-class Titan belonging to the Death Skull Titan made a mocking sound, irritating the nerves of the loyalists.
Many captured prisoners were hung on the blasphemous spire of the Warlord-class Titan.
Space Marines, mortal officers, and even knights who were unfortunate enough to be captured.
They were stripped of their equipment and pinned to the tops of Titans with spikes and spears by the inhuman Chaos Cultists.
Those people were tortured but could not get relief.
The bright red blood flowed down the wound, staining the Titan's body.
They witnessed the Warlord-class Titan's brutality but were powerless to change anything.
The Chaos Traitors tortured those who came their way in this way, psychologically undermining the morale of the Imperium's loyalists.
"The evil god's lackey." Captain Saitan roared. He was the pilot of a Warlord-class Titan belonging to the Giant North City.
He drove the Titan mecha towards the enemy.
If you want to humiliate the empire, be prepared to pay the price.
Compared to the Death Skull Legion that was already famous 10,000 years ago, the Great North City only had one Warlord-class Titan and was completely crushed in terms of numbers.
If it weren't for the assistance of the many Knight Titans loyal to the Empire, the Great North City would not even be qualified to fight against the Death Skull Legion.
However, the gap in size and firepower between the two sides could not be made up by courage alone.
The Titan Corps of Giant North City was at a disadvantage. They could only rely on the complex canyons on the seabed to engage in guerrilla warfare with the Dead Skull Corps and delay their speed as much as possible.
However, faced with the opponent's overwhelming firepower, the Titan Corps of Giant North City made their best efforts, but only slowed down the opponent's pace and was unable to change the inevitable fate of defeat.
Captain Saitan controlled the scarred Warlord-class Titan and continued to move forward.
The arrogant enemy Titan has already escaped.
At the previous position, only two Titans that came to support the enemy were left. Explosions were heard, and the wreckage burned in flames. The crew members howled and cried in the flames, and finally there was no sound at all.
Captain Saitan had a blank expression on his face as he tracked the enemy through the canyon on the seabed.
Fighting one against three, he not only did not lose, he defeated the opponents and left two of them alive.
Unfortunately, that guy ran too fast.
Captain Cyber was ultimately not found.
Fortunately, he found another enemy.
He adjusted the muzzle of his gun and fired wildly at a stealthy Warhound-class Titan.
He has hunted down enemies many times his size.
The arrogant war general-class Titan was beaten by him and fled in a panic.
A huge price was paid for this.
Saitan knew very well that he could not go back.
Today is his last battle.
Nowadays, every enemy killed is earned.
The War Dog-class Titan tried to use the complex environment of the seabed canyon to sneak to the flank, and then launched a charge, trying to hunt down the Titan controlled by Captain Saitan.
Captain Cyber will let the other party know who the real hunter is.
The War Dog's entire body was flashing with the desire to hunt, and its waist joints were wailing as it ran. One could imagine how the War Dog Titan's stabilizer was working in relays and was almost on the verge of collapse and explosion.
Go to hell, servant of the Corpse King.
The warhounds sent fragmented codes, which were mixed with chaos, anger, fanaticism, and blind loyalty to Abaddon.
It's you who should be damned.
Captain Saitan roared, he shut down the shield and channeled all the energy into the weapon.
The Titan waved its power spear, the spin stabilizer screamed, and harsh warning runes appeared on every interface that the Titan could see.
But he turned a deaf ear to it.
The stabilizer of his leg was hit by the war dog, and he staggered and almost fell down.
The war dog made noises of excitement, yet it underestimated the sacrifices a hunter was capable of making.
The power spear gained kinetic energy in the hands of the rapidly rotating Warlord-class Titan and hit its head accurately.
Clean, neat, brutal and terrifying.
The heads of the War Dog-class Titans were blown up, the void shields were shattered, and missiles exploded one after another.
The pilot inside also slid out of the cockpit and burned in the air.
He was burned black while screaming, hanging upside down on the fallen Warhound-class Titan like a prisoner being executed.
"Kill +1." Captain Saitan smiled as he looked at the Warhound-class Titan lying on the ground.
But before it could be happy for a while, several missiles came with tail flames and hit the Titan's knees, completely paralyzing its last ability to move.
Originally, a Warlord-class Titan that was forced to flee in a panic after being beaten by Captain Cyber appeared in the field of vision.
It was obvious that the other party came for revenge.
"Coward." Captain Cyber snarled.
In the previous battle, the coward abandoned his companions and fled like a stray dog. Now, taking advantage of the fact that he was too weak to fight again, he ran back to seek revenge.
They don't even dare to confront them head-on, but only dare to launch sneak attacks when the enemy is unprepared. This is extremely shameful.
Captain Cyber felt extremely angry to die at the hands of such a person.
He turned on the overload button of the energy pile and pressed it.
The self-destruct device has been activated and the countdown has begun.
Hearing this voice, Captain Cyber stroked his old partner who had been with him for many years and sighed.
After years of fighting, he has long regarded this Titan as his friend.
Now that I have pressed the self-destruct button myself, I feel a little reluctant.
He released the neural connection, took out a pack of cigarettes from under his seat, lit it, and started smoking.
Realizing that the Imperial loyalists were powerless to resist, the Titans
The other party controlled the Titan and walked over, aiming the cannon at the head area where Captain Cyber was, which was a warning.
Others climbed up and tried to capture the crew alive.
They were very fast, breaking through the Titan's shell, entering the cockpit, and walking in front of Captain Cyber.
"Put down your weapons and pursue the traitors of the Corpse King." said a Chaos Cultist.
Cyborg exhaled his last puff of smoke.
"F**k you."
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang of an explosion, and flames surged up along the energy pile, instantly engulfing the cockpit.
The huge explosion blew away all the nearby enemies, and even the mighty Warlord-class Titan was severely damaged, with one of its legs blown off.