Chapter 418: You Fought Well
The annoying resistance continued.
Typhus, surrounded by the Living Saint and Cypher, fell into a disadvantage for a time. If not for the new blessings given to them by the Grandfather, he might have been beheaded on the spot.
This made him call for more landing forces in anger.
More Death Guard began to pour out from the biological cavities, surrounding more city blocks and destroying more functional facilities.
More Titans landed via space elevators, beginning to attack those surface artillery arrays that were still pouring out shells.
The void shield in the sky flickered.
"Let Abaddon fire!"
Embarrassedly dodging the Living Saint's blade, feeling the heat from his swollen abdomen, Typhus roared.
Amidst Abaddon's mockery, the massive and terrifying body of the Vengeful Spirit slowly descended. Ship-borne void shields could briefly resist the few remaining anti-air firepower on the surface.
"Compress formation, retreat into anti-air array, we go to the other end of the hive."
Kamael roared.
The addition of the Fallen greatly relieved the pressure on him as a battlefield commander being decapitated, allowing him to focus on organizing the defense of the entire planetary resistance force.
The only benefit of troop reduction was rapid command. Not only Astartes, but even mortals could react quickly, fleeing into those anti-air facilities wrapped in small void shields.
Cypher immediately organized the Fallen to evacuate with the Angels of Vigilance, while Saint Celestine continued to attack Typhus desperately, the enemy commander who caused all this.
BOOM!!!
The noise stopped.
When they barely reached the inside of the void shield, the roar surrounding them stopped abruptly.
Silence.
Then Kamael could hear a hum in his ears.
Low at first, then gradually louder.
Kamael flew up on the spot along with the people around him.
A shockwave penetrating the void shield knocked him to the ground, noise and explosive impact endless.
A pile of rubble almost buried him.
The void shield overloaded.
Asteroid impacts, long shelling, destruction of energy supply facilities by enemy ground forces, finally pushed the protective film relied on by the defenders to the brink of collapse.
The bastion that had been blocking the Titans' steps gradually fell silent.
Crash~
Typhus broke free from the ashes wrapped around him, without a trace of joy.
He knew very well that what awaited the Living Saint would be another resurrection.
So the Lord of Flies immediately ran non-stop to the location of the resistance core.
Is this the end?
This is the end.
"Counter-charge, close the distance between us and the enemy troops!"
He struggled to push away the rubble, roaring into the communicator tied to his neck.
The Astartes brain and ample battlefield experience gave him unprecedented reaction. This was the most effective way to deal with dense enemy shelling, and also the most helpless way.
A strong arm pulled him up.
"My lord?"
Kamael's eyes trembled.
"No, warrior."
The Knight looked down at Kamael's almost unrecognizable face and said:
"There is no need."
As the voice fell, the troops still resisting heard a more solid and powerful voice in an instant.
The machines on these humans began to beat, repair, and then roar again, as if a power dominating everything was forcing these machines, which should be extensions of human arms, to return to their original state.
"You fought well."
A voice like heavenly music sounded.
The Lord of Knights looked around.
Layers of ruins, stretching to the horizon without end.
"You all fought very well."
That voice transmitted to the ears of everyone on the battlefield.
Then Arthur released his hand, turned and came to the edge of the shattered ruins.
Cypher pulled Kamael, whose body had been repaired but whose soul had reached its limit, into cover.
"That is?"
Kamael asked dazedly.
"That is the Lord of Knights."
Cypher replied: "Now, he will be with us."
"He will be with us."
Kamael repeated, closing his eyes dazedly.
The Lord of Knights did not come alone; his Legion was always by his side.
When the ancient creations buried deep in the earth shone again, Legion warriors rushed up the city wall from narrow paths and rear passages.
These warriors in black and red armor pushed up from the bottom of the hive, pulling back the friendly forces still resisting, taking their positions, giving them time to reload and rest, and reposition.
They passed through the crowd, shaking the mostly blood-stained arms of the Angels of Vigilance brothers as a greeting.
Then they, and the massive war machines behind them, began to roar.
Giant war machines belonging to young races crossed the channel built by ancient saints, unfolding on a completely strange planet.
Majestic bodies unfolded one by one, stepping on the broken land of the spire. A Legion centered on an Emperor-class Titan joined the battlefield.
That was the Legio Mordaxis. As early as Incaladion was purged for colluding with Perturabo, everything of this Forge World belonged to the Dawnbreakers, along with their armed forces.
Soldiers in power armor detached from armored units, filling those destroyed bastions.
Surging Valkyrie ground attack aircraft flew out of the ground in a rather strange way. Heavy artillery strafed transport channels, shattering countless figures.
Various fire points that had long been silent began to fire at maximum efficiency again with the entry of technical personnel and combat units. Shell casings squeezed away the piles of cooled fellows at the breech, automatic loaders constantly emptied the feed hoppers, emitting endless sounds.
Countless weapons bloomed again with high temperatures beginning to evaporate the increasingly viscous air.
As if to respond to the invaders, to respond to their fierce attacks, humans also chose to return the treatment they deserved, and the scale of the war began to escalate.
Legions pouring out from underground Webway gates took over the defense, while at the edge of those hidden satellites orbiting the planet, warships belonging to Dawnstar pierced out.
Under the guidance of xenos scouts, they crossed tens of thousands of light-years to the other end of the galaxy.
These giant ships, eager to establish merit since their construction, pounced on those Chaos traitors who had not yet reacted after a brief integration.
And leading all this was the Lord of Knights.
Arthur strode among the ruins, passing through the rolling and twisted enemy corpses that began to rot gradually, passing through the miasma composed of dust and viruses.
He led the Knights of the Round Table forward like this, beheading all enemies attempting to approach. Personal force field shields protected everyone. This unstoppable force contacted any troops attempting to block the Lord of Knights' steps, and then shattered them the moment of contact.
These enemies were annihilated by plasma weapons, torn apart by warp weapons, destroyed in any way that killed a life most efficiently.
Champions who prided themselves on exquisite skills tried to win a chance of survival by duel, only to be cut into pieces by force weapons in an instant.
Their clean cloaks scraped over the enemy's ashes, dispelling the smoke behind them, leaving a wound belonging to the enemy that would not heal for a long time for the troops behind.
Typhus watched the Lord of Knights rushing straight towards him as if he had clairvoyance, feeling every component constituting his body trembling.
Rescue transports were shot down, transfer space elevators destroyed by scout troops that infiltrated the formation first.
Surrounding Plague Zombies wailed and fell, flesh falling from their bodies.
But the Exalted Death Guard transformed and blessed by the Grandfather did not melt on the spot like walking wax, but persisted.
These Plague Marines looked much stronger.
Their bodies not only accommodated Nurgle's blessing but were also a perfect ecosystem by realspace standards, a cluster life form.
'Just like the Imperium, we are many times stronger than decades ago.'
Facing the approaching Lord of Knights, this little advantage made Typhus, who was planning to decapitate non-stop just now and then run non-stop, muster up some courage.
But soon he found he was wrong.
Wrong completely.
The Lord of Knights never paid attention to him.
But the Titan Legion that the Nurgle Chosen subconsciously gathered around him for protection due to fear!
ROAR!!!
Choking and viscous snorting sounds came from the war horn of the Nurgle Plague Titan.
It sensed the little things approaching from behind the ruins.
The triple-barreled close-range cannon wrapped in barnacles and various plants turned. A shell larger than a Leman Russ tank fell straight down.
But the speed of light is far faster than solid projectiles!
Blazing bright light lit up!
That massive Warlord Titan swayed unsteadily. The Titan's head was directly pierced. Flames, limbs, maggots, and fragments of unknown shell-like substances in the cockpit burst out from the shattered plague nest.
Arthur gripped the blade tightly. He carefully adjusted the angle, knowledge and formulas instilled by Cawl, Zahariel, and countless others echoing in his mind, then injected energy into the interior of this Plague Titan.
Then chain explosions occurred in the Titan's shoulders and chest and abdomen.
The time has come.
Arthur recited silently, then swept with his sword, sweeping across those Titan Legions gathered together.
A series of devastating explosions bloomed. This beam overloaded the Titans' void shields and cut off the Titans' adamantium spines.
Some Titans began to topple, kicking up waves of sludge and soil, shaking the earth.
Some Titans broke apart. Heads completely biological due to years of Chaos pollution hit buildings, then broke and rolled down, opening mouths to look at the lifeless sky.
The bright light sweeping everything flashed away.
The subsequent secondary explosions rippled among the huge metal wreckage.
That was the chain explosion triggered after energy poured into the Titan core, splashing a large amount of molten steel melted by high temperature. The shockwave then poured out the filth and steel constituting these war weapons within a range of tens of kilometers.
A storm of rotten tissue, toxic fragments, and metal pieces.
Death Guard and the creatures constituting their bodies were washed onto the walls, then squeezed out by the impact.
These strange creatures suffering blessings roared, shouting unrecognizable blurred sounds, taking away the life of the body owner, then began to flee, running towards the cracks in the ruins or sewers.
Typhus turned his compound eyes.
When the light beam hit, there were three or four dozen people beside him.
And now, he was the only one left standing.
The whole world fell silent. Arthur stood on the scarred earth, looking directly at the result created by his attack.
Under the light of the God-Machine's dying roar, he straightened up, the blade shining with golden light flickering in his hand.
He stared at the empty front.
Wind kicked up dust.
Knights of the Round Table scattered, continuing to tear the enemy camp as spearheads.
Then Arthur looked up at the sky.
His gaze seemed to look directly at the crowd spying from outside the sky. Even thousands of meters away, a movement of the Lord of Knights made the Chaos enemies fear.
Sky, earth, behind the Lord of Knights, a larger army was unfolding, like a dragon spreading its wings.
Long silence.
Then the roar from the Warmaster of Chaos resounded through the comms.
"RUN!!!"
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