DipNovel Chapter 224 The End of Nidhogg’s Fleet
Chapter 224 The End of Nidhogg’s Fleet
No Imperial Titan is equipped with melee weapons, and even the craziest enemies will flee in panic upon seeing it under the radiance of the All-Machine God.
The Mechanicus Priest chanted hymns feverishly. Being able to stand inside the Emperor-class Titan is an honor that most Mechanicus would never dare to imagine in their lives. Compared with the ethereal God of Machines, this is visible and tangible. Peak power is their lifelong dream.
The thick void shield rippled, and the Emperor Titan turned around slightly. On its sides were three ammonite cultists, two Holy Worms, a Titan Snail Worm, and three Electric Controllers. In the sky there is a flying titan known as a flying titan.
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Are you worthy of being called a Titan?
The Great Journey is a warmonger type. It is equipped with the strongest attack force in the entire empire. The one we mentioned before can kill a Titan's death strike missile. It is directly equipped with a missile nest. In it On his right arm, there are eight death-strike missiles installed, and in the middle of the nine-square grid layout is a highly stable laser cannon.
The right arm is full of martial virtue, and the left arm cannot be inferior. The Avengers-class cannon, double-linked, can give you a vivid demonstration of what it means to conquer the world with cannon.
Twelve sets of void shields easily blocked the bio-plasma flow. The machine soul of the Great Journey looked disdainfully at the electro-war controller who was spitting plasma in front of him. Under his small face was a huge plasma jet port, and on his back was The huge snail shell with bulging sacs is probably used to store plasma, and it should be a variant of the Titan snail.
Hey, are you leaving it here to urinate?
The Avenger-class cannon is the first to find the Electromaster, and the Emperor-class Titan's attack range is much farther than the enemy, so it can always strike first.
before that......
The Great Journey stomped its feet heavily, and where the God's Machine stepped, the soil directly below sank several feet with the mechanical feet. The surrounding land cracked, and ink-colored blood spurted out from the ground.
The Digging Python's underground raid was like child's play in front of the Emperor-class Titan.
Trampling you to death is no different from trampling an earthworm to death.
Countless artillery fires on the Great Journey began to roar, and it was like a bloody rain fell from the sky.
Ammonite Apostle's mortar shell had just left its own muzzle, and before it had flown for long, it was blown up by the laser cannon. The parasites were scattered all over the place, twisting and struggling on the scorched earth.
The volcanic light spear that can be used as the main weapon on the Predator Titan is nothing more than an anti-aircraft gun protruding from the "church" window above the Great Journey.
The entire body of the Titan snail shrank into its round shell, and the messy stripes on the shell lit up, resembling a power weapon\u003d.
Its body is equipped with super-large decomposition organs, which are as powerful as the glands at the back of the Genestealer's claws.
A burst of gas suddenly ejected from behind the spherical shell, and when it hit the ground, it exploded with high temperature, and a huge shock wave blew the Titan snail out.
The snail worm rolled and rotated on the ground, rolling all the way to the Great Journey. The raised lines on its body were all over the decomposition position. The Astra Militarum position was smashed like brittle paper. The flesh and blood of the Zerg and humans were mixed together, paving a path. A long and bloody road.
The machine soul of the Emperor-class Titan wanted to kick away the "rolling football", but to be on the safe side, a death-strike missile detached from the launch rail, dragging a dark red tail flame, and headed straight for the Titan spiral stone.
The Death Strike missile flew so fast and the fuel exploded, it pulled out a long path of pine smoke in the sky, and there was a dim fire in it, setting off a secondary deflagration.
Seen from the sky, two long dark red roads below collided with each other at a terrifying speed. For a moment, the sky and the earth were silent, and everything was still. Above the earth, a second round of brilliant sun rose, facing the stars in the distance. , dispelling the thick smoke that isolated them, and the light shone like an Omnisiah that could not be seen directly.
Even the Tyranids were unable to detect any information ahead. Those who dared to open their "eyes" all had their eyes exploded and were severely injured.
Before the light stopped, the Revenge Cannon rumbled and the machine spirit locked onto the enemy in the distance first. The two cannons accurately hit the exploding eyeballs of the two Tyranid creatures and embedded themselves in their bodies.
Another round of flesh and blood fireworks bloomed.
The machine souls of the Great Journey roared and opened fire at the ants, and the "morale" of the other Titan machine souls of the Order of the Mourning Bell increased.
Several dog-level and wolf-level titans were the first to escort the emperor-level titan, as if this was their supreme honor.
"Boom~boom! Boom!"
On the top of the largest church on the Great Journey, the mourning bells rang to see off the enemy.
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Although the addition of the Emperor-class Titans brought hope to the ground defenders, the morale of the mortal troops plummeted.
Seeing this thing is a blessing earned in eighteen lifetimes, and also a fate owed in eighteen lifetimes. After seeing the Emperor-class Titan, the local planetary defense force was the first to be destroyed. It was no longer up to me to decide whether to die or not.
You don't know when you will be deafened, blinded by the bright light, shattered by the shock wave, people are like bugs on the ground.
We are all bugs.
Except...the Krieg Death Corps.
Wearing gas masks, their morale is always at its highest. They feel that they have the supreme honor of being able to fight side by side with the divine machine.
The thought that this "Great Journey" was a Titan that had once seen the Emperor made them look upon it as if they had met the Emperor.
As the Titan's eyes show, we are waiting to atone for our sins under the Emperor's gaze and charge, for the Emperor!
No one cares about the whistle of the political commissar. There has been no sound on this battlefield for a long time, or their hearing has long been destroyed by the explosion of the death-strike missile.
Everyone in the Krieg Death Corps looked up and saw the Great Journey's left arm raised, pointing straight ahead. The silent Kriegs stopped, turned their heads, and headed in the direction pointed by the Titan, never to return.
Using a fearless spirit as the spearhead and infinite loyalty to support the arrow body, the Krieg Corps shot an arrow through the gunworms' defense line, protruding from the mortal position and heading straight for the evil woman bug's lair.
coward! Face me!
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The situation is very critical.
In space, there are wreckage of battleships everywhere, flesh and metal intertwined, and the imperial battleship group enters the enemy's defense line in the most arrogant manner.
The two attached biological motherships have been destroyed, and the huge core biological mothership has also been riddled with holes.
That mothership was too big, and the thickness of the biological outer armor was so terrifying that even the melta assault module could not penetrate it even if it exhausted all its energy.
The Primaris Think Tank of the Ultramarines chose the safest way to sacrifice the most.
The nine strike cruisers inserted themselves into the enemy ships in the most brutal manner, using themselves as a jumping ship to launch a desperate assault with thousands of Astartes.
Above the nine battleships was a group of battle barges. The continuous orbital bombing bombs that could have destroyed a planet were mercilessly hit on the surface of the enemy ships. The creatures below were bruised with flesh and blood, but they were not seriously injured.
Far away from the assault area, the imperial warships used megaton nuclear bombs without hesitation, vaporizing large areas of chitin armor.
The flesh and blood of the core biological mothership is incredibly tight, and its tight muscles are comparable to adamantine gates, guarding the core area.
Of the nine biological annihilation fusion bombs, eight were successfully deployed among countless Astartes sacrifices, but the attack resistance of the last one was beyond imagination.
The Primaris warriors almost physically walked and fought with the "immune cells" in the mothership - the Titan-class Zerg.
Endless despair begins to erode every Primaris warrior. Some die bravely, some lament generously, some chant the emperor's holy words loudly, and some fight loudly with glory.
There is no difference, they will all die.
The guards of the eight bombs were about to lose their casualties. The Primaris Think Tank put in the last reserves. All the Astartes, even the Catachan Astra Militarum, the Battle Sisters and other countless troops were thrown into the battle.
Attack flies like a moth to a flame.
During this extremely difficult time, the barrier of reality was torn apart by a powerful force, and a subspace rift appeared extremely close to the biological mothership.
The imperial warship turned around urgently, fearing that the Black Legion might not take advantage of it.
A scarred but extremely large battle barge enters the battlefield.
It was the Wailers who performed as steadily as ever.
This time, Matthew Leo did not panic. He stood on the ship's command room and calmly directed the battle barge to sail towards the strike cruiser "Jump Gangcang" where the bombs had not yet been deployed.
Mathilio turned his head to look, and the Cursed Legion burning with blazing fire behind him was as motionless as a sculpture.
No one knows where they came from, no one knows how they boarded the Mother of Tears. They bathed in fire in the appearance of the Astartes, carrying weapons with endless ammunition, mysterious and solemn.
Until the weather-beaten Chapter Leader of the Lamenters shouted out the words: "The Emperor is above us, the Death Company strikes, worthy of the blood of Saint Leth!"
One hundred Death Company soldiers completed the swan song of their service careers on the most dangerous battlefield.
The "Holy Les" stood beside the Cursed Legion with the Holy Fire. This time, they did not attack friendly forces. The minds of the Death Company soldiers seemed to have gained a brief moment of clarity, as if they had returned to the ancient Great Crusade period. Leth and his father stood side by side, swinging their war blades at those who dared stand in the way of the divine power.
They no longer shouted "Traitor Horus" or the like, but proudly shouted "Long live mankind!"
The bolters of the Cursed Legion didn't seem to need to be reloaded, and the fire illuminated the hearts of their enemies.
Nine bio-annihilation fusion bombs were successfully deployed.
A dull sound seemed to come from the subspace, affecting the soul projections of everyone present.
The navy general lost his balance when the ship shook. He held on to the railing on the side. He looked out the window and saw an unforgettable scene in his life.
The space was distorted, and the planet-sized biological mothership was like a pebble dropped in the spring water of March, causing ripples.
The general blinked in disbelief. In the blink of an eye, the biological mothership in front suddenly disappeared, leaving only large amounts of interstellar dust floating in the universe.
The bird servant's warning was annoying, and the entire area in front turned into a gray mess, but no one in the entire ship's command room turned off the noisy alarm.
The red light flashed on everyone's face.
After a long time, the navy general was the first to react. "What's going on with the enemy! Where are the other Tyranid warships!"
The operator who woke up immediately contacted the Mechanicus, "They said they were communicating with the machine soul..."
Before the general could speak, the correspondent screamed, "We have received contact from the outside world. The 8th and 9th fleets in the Calixis sector are at the forward channel node!"
"Let them advance at full speed! Launch an all-out pursuit of the enemy fleet! Exploration team, are you okay? Search quickly to see if any of the Emperor's Angels have survived, and start rescue work immediately."
Throughout the huge Tyranid tentacles, the empire's navy was like a long sharp needle, piercing into the heart of the enemy fleet.
Although the fleet that attacked the other two biological motherships was successful, no one survived and was swallowed up by endless enemy ships.
The main fleet was unable to carry out rescue operations for too long. The scattered biological fleets tended to move towards other Tyranid tentacles. Although they did not fire at the Imperial Navy, they seemed to be blind and directly hit everything along the way.
Only about 600 Astartes survived this battle.
Except for the Lamenters led by Matthew Leo and the troops who transported the ninth bomb, and the "Infinite Jetpack" warriors of the Cursed Legion who flew back to the Mother of Tears, the other survivors were the White Scars.
Some of the White Scars Astartes did not participate in the assault. They gained control of the Imperial warship, and during the attack...
During the subsequent search, everyone only found the Ultramarines Primaris Librarian floating in piles of ashes, and no other survivors were found.
Matthew Leo was the most confused. He was grabbed by a warrior of the Cursed Legion and flew all the way. The jetpack behind him was spitting out flames. It seemed to have unlimited energy, and it pulled him back all the way at an extremely fast speed. The mother of tears.
Matthew Leo hit the corner of the Mother of Tears with stars in his eyes. When he looked back, the Astartes surrounded by holy flames had disappeared, as if they had never been there.
Mortal memories of the Cursed Legion lasted no more than a day, and the incident was recorded by the Lamenters as the second-luckiest thing in the hapless Chapter's history.
Let's go, return.
Mathilio has just arrived on the battlefield, so it doesn't stop him from thinking about meeting up with the Red Torrent first, and Anthony's troops are also fine.
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Anthony stood at the "city gate" and kept firing explosive bombs.
A section of the fortress wall was blown down, and countless Zerg attacks came towards it. The basilisk cannon barrels turned red, and the machine spirits refused to continue working. The Astra Militarum troops were exhausted and started firing mechanically.
"Die to me, bug, and turn into a corpse in the emperor's wrath! Look at me...? No bullets? Supplies, what are you doing for food! Load my ammunition quickly!" Anthony waved I don't know how many bolt guns were fired, roaring and rumbling.
"Angel, no more ammo!"
"What are you doing for food! Isn't there a production line behind you!"
"You gave the order before, and all the materials were used to make shells for the basilisk cannon. There is no supply of explosive shells."
Anthony angrily fired an Ion Slayer. "Where are the Sentinels? Their ammunition?"
"The Sentinel mechas produced later will be equipped with laser weapons..."
"Then...what's your name?" The cold electronic voice sounded murderous to this mortal officer, and he tremblingly returned: "Sergeant Oskovitch."
Anthony was silent for a second. Has the fight reached this point now? Have a sergeant take on the Dauntless.
In the eyes of mortals, Wuwei did not change at all. He followed his answer and continued, "Go and call some sentry mechas to guard this place. I want to go back and replace the bolt guns."
"Yes." The soldier rolled over and ran to the communications soldier to call for support.
The number of Zerg on the planet was declining sharply. When Anthony walked back, he saw several Thunderhawk gunships landing at the airport, and groups of Astartes boarded the transport module. The Chapter Master Astartes in charge of the attack on the Bad Women said that they had discovered the enemy's position and were gathering their forces.
The Thunder Eagle rose from the ground and flew into the distance as fast as possible. An insect nest queen swooped down from the sky. Missiles and lasers were not enough to damage its huge size. It used its steel-like wings to split the Thunder Eagle in half directly in the air.
The wreckage of the transport plane swirled in the air and fell. Before it landed, the last Cadian team and the remaining fourteen Chimera armored vehicles of the Armageddon Iron Legion received the order to rescue Asta. special.
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"Technical Sergeant! Give me a more exciting one!"
Anthony strutted into the staging area, where two technical sergeants now stood.
A Techmarine of the Diamond Fist would never ask another where his equipment had gone, or why he was stripped to the point of being as "clean" as the Aquila on his chest.
The help of the two technical sergeants was more than two, and Anthony couldn't understand why they spent more than double the time arguing with each other about the specific steps.
The technical sergeant of Diamond Fist yelled at our technical sergeant, "Mechanical heresy!", and then kowtowed to the newly installed ion cannon and applied holy oil.
The two sides were arguing and using hands and feet. If Anthony hadn't punched each of them, it would have taken much longer.
"Anthony, you were never like this before!!" Our own technical sergeant shouted, covering his head, and the beating was severe.
"Chapter Tradition! Brother."
Anthony strolled out of the door, and the metal door opened again. What came into view was Sergeant Oskovitch's broken body. Anthony laughed wildly and entered the battlefield, firing newly assembled weapons. The violent ion bombs pushed back the Zerg that entered the gap.
The two Sentinel mechas fell beside the gap and did not retreat until they died.
Anthony stepped on the remains of the two mechas, barely level with the piles of Zerg corpses that were getting higher and higher. The Astra Militarum following behind him were scattered. A woman with a broken arm became Anthony's deputy, firing with an ion pistol. The ground helped Anthony make up for the damage.
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The war is over.
The Great Journey crushed all the Zerg species, and the hidden Tyrannical Insects, Addicted Insects, and Indestructible Insects were all smashed to pieces. All eight Death Strike missiles were used, and the entire planet's environment was completely destroyed.
The entire planet has become an inhospitable place, and the level of danger is close to that of a dead world. The scars on the planet left by the ancient war will only be "healed" for thousands of years in the future.
The arrival of Matthew Leo made Antony feel uneasy and relieved. After much hesitation, he entrusted the remaining thirty-one warriors of the battle group to the Lamenters.
Only one of the strike cruisers requisitioned by the Red Torrent returned. Thanks to the superb piloting skills of the White Scars, it was saved from the Tyranids.
Anthony was in pain. Physical pain was nothing, but too many people died this time. Not to mention the empire, most of the wealth he had saved was lost. He silently entered a stasis position for a short hibernation.
He made an appointment with the technical sergeant for the post-war spoils distribution conference...the post-war commendation conference for outstanding contributors to the war and the joint special meeting for the replenishment of related supplies...when it started, If you wake him up again, he will kill everyone.
The empire is so painful, I have to bite my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.
You can't get any profit back from fighting the Tyranids, so you can capture at most two new types of bugs for research.
The losses in this battle were heavy, with 40,000 Astartes losing more than 33,000. In the final ground war, the emergence of Emperor-class Titans reduced a large number of Astartes casualties, allowing the Emperor to Angels do not have to join the unnecessary meat grinder battlefield.
There were only two Chapter Leaders left. The Chapter Leader who led the attack on the Evil Lady Insect successfully killed the enemy, but was crushed into pulp by the Immortal Insect that suddenly appeared.
The Chapter Master of the Salamanders died in the biological core mothership, and more than 80 people from the First Company who came here to support died. (A company of Salamanders has more than 120 people)
All the troops from the Black Dragon Chapter were wiped out, and only a small group of troops from the entire regiment who had not come to support were guarding their own monastery (mothership).
There are still dozens of Diamond Fist survivors, and the technical sergeant has become the supreme leader. He will set off soon to rendezvous with the two scattered companies.
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The casualties of the Astra Militarum were even greater, with only one out of ten, and the local population dropped by 80%. If Anthony had not led the team to defend the Supreme Fortress, it might have been 99%.
Thus ended the invasion of Hive Fleet Nidhogg. People were at a loss, and the peace of mind held by all participants in this battle suddenly disappeared, and they wandered in the trenches like zombies.
Once the Astra Militarum left the trenches, they could not stop shaking and their minds collapsed. They had insomnia and felt that bugs were always watching them. A large number of survivors committed suicide in the month after the war.
The Astartes gathered together, and the ancient war groups gradually regained their morale under the leadership of the priests, while for others, there were only a few skirmishers left in the whole group...
Standing in silence, it seems like a long-dead corpse, but also like a sculpture made of glory, waiting for a breeze to blow by thousands of years later, suddenly cracking, and disappearing from people's memory.