With the 'Traveler' system, Emrys' true advantage lay in the fact that he had the resources of three entire Worlds backing him. After high-intensity integration, the sheer volume of resources he could command to crush a localized war was simply child's play!
"Fifty times the flow of time, hehe"
Sitting in the Command Center, Emrys' face hardened with a cold expression: "I'd like to see if your gene-infected outnumber my shells!"
War is all about resources!
As luck would have it, with a fifty-fold time acceleration, every minute in the Warhammer Universe was equivalent to an hour in the Transformers and Resident Evil Worlds!
The industrialized nations across these two Worlds had production lines running day and night, churning out shells. For every shell he fired, a hundred more could be produced over there!
Planes bombed, then tanks roared after the planes, then artillery shelled after the tanks, and then the sequence repeated from the beginning, in an endless cycle!
What? The front lines can't see the enemy?
No problem, don't stop. Just... incinerate the entire middle-hive, leaving no objects in sight to obstruct the view!
In just four hours, the consumption of shells reached an astonishing 600,000 rounds!
Many artillery barrels were almost worn out, but the soldiers didn't even have time to repair or replace them. They simply had logistics engineers carry them away and brought in a new artillery piece to continue firing!
Emrys' main strategy was 'victory through firepower alone,' investing a massive amount of ammunition without regard for cost or expense, executing intensive bombing to suppress and deliver devastating blows to the enemy!
On the Iron Fortress, Archmagos Drayne, who witnessed this scene, couldn't stop his mouth from twitching: "Is this... is this still war?"
Absolute firepower suppression, utterly overbearing!
In his opinion, this wasn't war at all, but rather throwing money away. Every shell fired was money, was resources!
To suppress these infected, wasn't it far too wasteful?!
Drayne watched, feeling a pang of heartache, wondering whose little brat was so extravagant... so utterly overbearing!
But it was undeniable that the opponent's suppression, regardless of resource consumption, did indeed inflict massive casualties on the gene-infected's effective forces!
Nonsense, 600,000 shells fired in just four hours, how could the lethality not be great?
But, it was too wasteful!
Fortunately, Drayne was clear-headed and immediately ordered his subordinates to contact the Commander of that legion.
On the other hand, Emrys, who was stationed in the Command Center, keenly noticed the change in the battle situation from the front-line reports and sneered: "Finally, they can't sit still... those damned Chaos scum!"
As he spoke, he strode out of the camp, his gaze fixed on the sky. He saw that several of the Hell Drakes, which had originally been attacking the hive city, had now targeted them!
Clearly, as a temporary collaborator, Star-Stealer Harken also didn't want to see these useful 'cannon fodder' consumed by their artillery fire like this!
After all, to capture this Iron Fortress, the gene-infected were indispensable!
In an instant, the roar from the Hell Engines tore through the smoke-filled sky!
Just a few Hell Drakes shredded the air force that had been entrenched in the sky. In a single encounter, dozens of planes were smashed, igniting an inconspicuous fireworks display in the sky shrouded in fire and black smoke!
Soon, the Hell Drakes locked onto the artillery and rocket support positions in the rear!
If the Hell Drakes were to destroy the rear fire support points, then the infected, who had been suppressed just a second ago, would surge forward like a tide, regardless of everything, and completely overwhelm them!
While 3K era technology could achieve an absolute firepower advantage against the gene-infected, it was clearly somewhat insufficient when facing the evil creations from the Warp, the Hell Drakes, which imprisoned living daemons!
Neither artillery fire nor Rockets could stop the Hell Drakes!
Their seemingly massive bodies possessed a flexibility that even the most advanced fighter jets couldn't match, and the Warp evil flames spat from the Hell Drakes' mouths could easily melt steel!
Scorching flames descended from the sky!
In an instant, an artillery position was ignited. The terrifying high temperature contained within directly melted both the artillery and the soldiers, even turning the ground into crystal!
"Roar—!!!"
Several Hell Drakes circled in the sky, as if displaying the might of the Warp Gods, their surging malice pouring down like a tsunami!
Seeing this, the infected Commander, who had been suppressed and unable to lift his head, filled with frustration, immediately cheered: "For the God-Emperor, charge! Crush these heretics!!!"
The infected who had miraculously survived struggled out of the dust, howling and charging once again towards the front lines!
Close, so close!
Just as they were about to flood into the position, they saw the men, all with identical faces, turn around and unveil the behemoths covered by tarpaulins!
Then, they saw thousands of spherical mechanical devices, each with a six-barreled gun muzzle extending from its center, hidden in inconspicuous corners under tarpaulins.
The next second, the six gun barrels rotated at extreme speed.
Boom boom boom...!!!
Blazing hot flames spewed from within, and huge, golden-yellow shell casings were continuously ejected from the side. Beams of light, carrying the aura of death, instantly engulfed the tens of thousands of infected surging forward, like a tide!
Tens of thousands of rounds per minute, hundreds of units firing simultaneously!
What a sight! They had thought the artillery barrage had finally stopped, but what awaited them was not the imagined close combat, but something even more terrifying... CIWS!
As the last line of defense for human naval fleets, CIWS possessed an extremely terrifying rate of fire and could lock onto multiple targets simultaneously!
In other words, it could intercept missiles!
Let alone four-legged infected. No matter how fast you run, can you run faster than a missile?
In just a few minutes, under the roaring CIWS offensive, tens of thousands of infected were directly pulverized into meat paste, with not a single complete body to be seen!
Human wave tactics?
Emrys sneered, "Look at my CIWS and say that again. What kind of tactics did you say you were using?"
Your numbers are finite, but he has the resources of three Worlds backing him. The bullet supply is... almost infinite!
War of attrition?
Alright, don't go back on your word!
He has a steel tide; he hopes you gene-infected also have a steel will!
Then, Emrys' gaze fell on the Hell Drakes circling in the sky: "Once they are dealt with, it's your turn!"
A chilling coldness was suppressed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't you think... those flying things are a bit too much of an eyesore?"
"Please leave it to us, Progenitor!"
Megatron, who had been waiting impatiently outside the camp, showed a ferocious grin: "I promise... to win victory for you, and tear those evil mechanical lifeforms to shreds!"
"Very good."
Emrys nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Then I'll leave it to you, Megatron... I don't want to see those disgusting big birds. Shoot them down for me!"
"Yes, Progenitor!"
Megatron grinned menacingly, stepping forward, as if returning to his former self, his chest filled with pride, and roared to the sky: "Decepticons—Attack!!!"
"Skyfire, attack!"
"Soundwave, attack!"
"Shockwave, attack!"
"Plague, attack!"
"Thundercracker, attack!"
"Drifter, attack!"
The next moment, all the Decepticons transformed, flying towards the sky in a mighty and menacing manner!
Decepticons VS Hell Drakes!