Chapter 186: Mechanicus Rebels "....."
The immense impact tore through the warship's armor with violent ferocity, splitting it in half. Debris was scattered everywhere, and the explosion's fire lit up the void brilliantly.
Immediately after, a second and then a third Adeptus Mechanicus warship were successively smashed to fragments. Each collision was accompanied by dazzling flashes of fire and the piercing sound of tearing metal.
Magnus's eyes widened instantly. His mouth twitched, and he hissed under his breath, "He arrived at quite the moment..."
Kelbor-Hal, who also witnessed this scene, felt his heart bleed with frustration. Fortunately, they still possessed an abundance of warships.
He roared in anger loudly, "Damn it! Why won't he share these technologies? He has no open-source spirit at all!"
"But it's useless. There are still many warships left!" However, at that same moment, Francis received another call from Guilliman.
"Ah! You should have said so earlier! I'll bring your Astartes back right now! Look at you, you're quite in the mood right now!" With that declaration, the Battle Moon disappeared from view again!
Magnus stared at the empty void before him. He immediately stirred his psychic powers again, frantically grasping at the warships surrounding him.
Meanwhile, Guilliman, looking at the Ork phone in his hand, fell into silent contemplation.
The next second, the Battle Moon reappeared suddenly, pulled the Blood Angels' warships along, and vanished from its original location. Then, a few seconds later, it reappeared again, pulling a portion of the Ultramarines' warships, and vanished from its original location.
After repeating this process seven or eight times, Guilliman watched his fleet gradually disappear until only his flagship and a few remaining warships were left behind.
And Francis's voice came through the phone again cheerfully. "I won't take the rest; you can have an intimate battle with her. I'll handle Terra's problems..."
Hearing these words, Guilliman looked bewildered and shouted anxiously at the phone. "You took all the Dreadnoughts and Terminator veterans, what am I supposed to do?!"
He turned around to see recruits lined up, still studying his Astartes Codex, smiling reverently at him.
Guilliman rubbed his temples with frustration. "Oh Damn you, Francis.."
However, Francis had no time to deal with him right now. He piloted the Battle Moon, traversing frantically through space.
Corax and his Raven Guard fleet were retreating from battle, approaching Terra at an astonishing speed.
"Primarch, Terra's defenses are quite fragile now. The Adeptus Mechanicus fleet might—" Before the adjutant could finish his sentence, suddenly a bright light flashed from the void. The intense energy fluctuations nearly shattered the bridge's instruments.
"What?! Who is it?" Corax turned sharply, his eyes fixed in that direction. Just as he was preparing to order the fleet to be on alert, he suddenly saw a gigantic Battle Moon.
"Damn it. It's them again!" Corax gritted his teeth angrily. Just as he was preparing for battle, a voice came from the other side.
"No time to explain! I am Francis!" Corax froze instantly. It seemed the person before him was indeed him.
Then he saw Francis throwing out countless grappling lines, securing them to their warships.
"How did you..." Before he could ask the question, instantly! His vision went blank, as if time and space had all been compressed into a single point.
Then, he heard countless enormous explosions, the kind of thunderous roars only warship engines could make.
When he turned his head around, his eyes wide as copper bells, he murmured in disbelief. "I'm already at Terra?!"
The next second, he saw Rogal Dorn's fleet suddenly appear beside them. Rogal Dorn said, bewildered, "He's Francis?!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, they issued a unified command together. "All Astartes, drop immediately! CHARGEE!!"
With that order, countless Raven Guard Astartes and Imperial Fists Astartes entered their drop pods, flying toward Terra's surface below.
And Kelbor-Hal watched Francis repeatedly teleport into the warship clusters, like a pestle, repeatedly striking their warships hard.
One Adeptus Mechanicus warship after another was sent flying backward, exploding violently with fire and debris filling the entire space around them. His eyes flickered with confusion. Was teleportation technology really meant to be used this way?
All the Adeptus Mechanicus warships that were originally rushing toward Terra exploded in succession!
Kelbor-Hal suddenly felt that the tide had turned against them. Looking at the dense array of drop pods descending, he didn't understand what had happened in just a few short hours.
...
On Terra below, countless drop pods plummeted from the sky.
First to emerge from the drop pods were the Astartes of the Blood Angels Legion.
These angelic warriors walked forward with steady steps. Their golden armor shone brilliantly, and the eyes of every Astartes burned with fearless conviction and boundless loyalty.
The Ultramarines closely followed them. These massive, muscular Astartes slowly emerged from the drop pods, their weapons as heavy as sledgehammers. The roar of chainswords and shock cannons echoed across the battlefield.
The Imperial Fists Astartes then joined the battle immediately.
Then the Raven Guard slowly emerged from the drop pods, their figures seemingly vanishing like ghosts into the mist around them.
They spoke no unnecessary words, their tactical movements swift and precise. The strikes of high-energy weapons and long-range firepower caused the Adeptus Mechanicus to collapse under pressure instantly.
There was also the Thousand Sons Legion, unleashing psychic attacks continuously!
The Ork Legion, only concerned with the thrill of battle, raised their bludgeons, axes, and chainswords high, disregarding enemy defenses completely, and charged directly into the Adeptus Mechanicus lines.
They surrounded the Adeptus Mechanicus traitors from behind. The traitors looked around frantically and saw nothing but Astartes and Dreadnoughts everywhere.
Adeptus Mechanicus Traitors stared in silence. "....."
The traitor Astartes, siding with the Mechanicum rebels, froze at that moment, utterly overwhelmed by numbers.
First, the fierce assault of the Imperial Fists Astartes suppressed their Degraded Iron Men, making them unable to advance an inch forward.
Next, the Raven Guard swept across the battlefield with ghost-like speed, eliminating their heavy fighters efficiently.
Finally, the Adeptus Mechanicus traitors deployed a Warlord Titan as their last resort.
"Let me handle this!" Magnus declared, roaring. His figure gradually expanded, his body becoming as tall as a mountain.
The Warlord Titan slowly stood up before him, its mechanical giant feet heavily stomping on the ground, emitting a huge vibrating sound. Its appearance was like a massive metal idol, with giant cannons extending from its shoulders, ready to unleash thunderous firepower at any moment.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out. Magnus raised his massive arm high, and instantly a cluster of purple lightning gathered around his large hand. Psychic lightning surged forth powerfully, bombarding the Warlord Titan.
Currents arced wildly through the air, tearing through the atmosphere. The lightning lunged at the Titan like a fierce beast attacking.
The Titan's massive void shields emitted intense light, but with each lightning strike, they began to vibrate violently, as if enduring unprecedented pressure.
It's huge strides pressed toward Magnus like a war engine advancing, and a gigantic weapon from its arm unleashed dazzling beams, its powerful shots striking Magnus directly.
A huge explosion instantly erupted around Magnus, and fierce shockwaves swept around, kicking up dust everywhere.
Magnus let out a roar in response. He spread his arms wide, instantly releasing a massive purple psychic wave, and psychic lightning surged forth again.
The Titan's massive body could not evade this psychic storm. With a loud bang, the Titan's huge body began to be engulfed by psychic energy. Its metal surface started to melt away, and its gigantic weapons and cannon systems were shattered one by one.
The Adeptus Mechanicus commander had now completely lost command capability over the battle. Various communications were disrupted, and combat data was in complete chaos.
Their virtual screens flashed the words "Please upgrade" over and over!
Moreover, just as they were struggling to maintain control, the Degraded Iron Men units suddenly lost control completely, all with blue eyes, and suicidally charged the Terra Imperial Palace.
But it was useless. They were met only by the ruthless slaughter of the Salamanders and the Custodes.
However, Kelbor-Hal had already secretly left the battle. Dozens of Forge Worlds were still continuously producing Degraded Iron Men. Feeling that the Fabricator-General had betrayed the Imperium, the loyalist Mechanicum's were still fighting for control of Mars.
At this time, more than half of the High Lords had died, and Malcador was also severely injured.
After eliminating the traitors on Terra, they had no choice but to let Guilliman temporarily take charge of Imperial affairs.
As for the others, each chose several Forge Worlds to conquer in response. And Francis was assigned back to Cadia once more...
Because of the Ork Legion, Terra was still burning with spores everywhere. In their eyes, sending Francis was no less than using an Exterminatus on the planet.
...
Cadia system, on the Abyss Howl flagship.
The dim lights made the room appear somewhat eerie in atmosphere.
The experimental table was filled with various instruments: gene decoders, implanters, miniature cultivation chambers, and a magnified projection of a wheat gene model. The model rotated slowly, emitting a soft golden glow.
"Make one control group, one group with wheat genes as primary, and one group with Ork genes as primary. Then use the same proportion of general gene supplements, targeted chimeras, mutation factors, gene lyases..., then mix and stir, and finally shake well!"
Taking out a small glass rod and instinctively taking a sip, Francis suddenly widened his eyes before realizing what he'd done.
"Hmm? It tastes pretty good! Oat milkshake!" However, that wasn't the point of this!
Screech~
Opening the cultivation chamber door, he began the accelerated cultivation process.
While "scavenging" on the battlefield earlier, Francis discovered that the lower-class citizens of the Imperium were still not doing well at all.
In his opinion, many people believed in Chaos for this very reason. Would it be different if they could eat and dress warmly?
Therefore, he wanted to increase food production in the Cadia region. Otherwise, just having slogans without bread, wouldn't that be a scam!
After waiting for three Terra hours, Francis opened the cultivation chamber again carefully.
Screech!
He saw a wheat stalk over a meter tall, covered with Ork heads growing. The Orks, who had been fighting and brawling with each other, instantly turned their heads to Francis and said aggressively, "Wotcha lookin' at?!"
"Huh? The formula isn't wrong!" Francis muttered. He frantically rubbed his chin, then turned to look at the control group again.
An Ork Boy with a head full of wheat stalks shouted excitedly at him, "Boss, Waaaaaagh!"
"Hiss~~~"
Francis clutched his head with both hands in dismay. This experiment once again proved the diversity of biology.
Moreover, after a day of observation, the wheat stalks on the Ork Boyz' heads grew quickly and satisfactorily. If his estimation were correct, they would mature in three days!
If this were the case, wouldn't agricultural planets become livestock planets in the future?
[End of Chapter]