DipNovel Chapter 220 The Turning Point in the Battle of Arissas
Chapter 220 The Turning Point in the Battle of Arissas
Although in the eyes of mortals, Anthony is already extraordinary, but now, this 200-year-old veteran is "slowly" walking past a large number of insect corpses like a reviewing force, surrounded by Primaris warriors running and firing, further ahead There was also the light of the melt and plasma guns shining, illuminating Anthony's tactical eyepiece.
Suddenly, there was a slight shaking in the ceiling above. Anthony was keenly aware of this. He suddenly stopped and stretched out his right hand to stop the warrior running from behind.
"Pfft~" was a very slight sound, but the power was quite astonishing. The yellow-green stinky acid liquid melted the ceiling above and poured down like a waterfall, forming a small acid lake directly in front of Anthony.
Several corrosion bugs fell down and rolled in the acid lake, blocking Anthony's path.
Anthony took off the ion pistol from his waist and gave a hot welcome "salute" when he met.
The warm welcome ceremony made the corrosive bugs who were the first to fall roll on the floor excitedly, and they greeted Anthony warmly with their hearts out.
The strange internal glands rolled to the ground, corroded by the acid sludge on the ground, and white smoke rose up. The physalis poured into its body, and only the outer skin and the organ bag surrounding the physalis remained.
Anthony took a few steps back and looked upward. There was a python there, staring at Anthony with its head tilted.
"What are you looking at?" The Primaris warrior who was running at the end because he was carrying two plasma guns stood silently, and then handed a gun to Anthony.
The vanguard army in the red torrent swept a large area with a violent attitude until they reached the vast storage area.
The soldiers established simple defense nodes here, and a large number of sentry mecha thighs were piled into simple bunkers to guard "this traffic artery".
The subsequent supply transport team came over carrying a large number of explosive bombs.
There is a production line behind you, what are you afraid of? The Sentinel mecha's quadruple heavy bolters use the same ammunition as our bolters. The production line was taken away in boxes even before they were anointed with holy oil.
Firepower is king. If the gun explodes, change the gun. Anyway, we are wearing armor, so the explosion will not hurt us.
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Kroken looked at the fort in front of him fearlessly, feeling a little confused.
He tapped the Techmarine's head with the barrel of his bolter.
"Hey, this is... a defensive fort?"
The technical sergeant had just finished his work and was akimbo, calculating how many minutes it would take to change the energy core.
"Ah, dear...Brother Croken, our fort is absolutely reliable, a super-heavy laser cannon, specially used to attack small flying gunships...It's not important, the main thing is that it is very efficient, ten seconds Fire one shot and clear one shot,"
Old Fearless looked at the straight passage in front of him, and then at the huge and thick laser cannon lying across this traffic node. This was really a professional counterpart.
"Uh, are you the son of Ferrus?"
"Yes." The technical sergeant raised his mechanical prosthesis, and suddenly felt that he should unplug the old Dreadnought and carry it directly into his stasis treasure house.
"Oh, does the empire have... this kind of fort? I feel like this..."
"Don't worry, there is definitely technical certification, it was researched by our Forging Father." The technical sergeant put away his inhumane thoughts, patted his chest, and said proudly.
The old think tank swallowed the words "The inventor must be a greenskin" that was already in his mouth, and turned to ask about the origin of the red torrent.
The veteran himself was in great pain all the time, and Croken tried to ease it with chatting.
"Have you not been deployed to the frontal battlefield? You must be a good hand in large-scale mechanical warfare."
"We have just withdrawn from the frontal battlefield and received orders to quickly support your battle situation here."
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"Yes, we need support here, yes, we sent it." Croken was a little sad. He had been focusing on fighting endless bugs. The sound of bugs and bomb fire filled his hearing system, and he couldn't help but feel sad. Unexpectedly, the communication channel was silent.
"My communication system, please check it for me."
"Brother Croken, there is no problem with your communication signal... Maybe there is something wrong with your think tank responsible for communication."
"Really... Please look for it."
"The mission has been sent to the team mission platform." The technical sergeant felt that he had said a lot today, more than ever before. He had been forging iron in the battleship's casting room for too long, really too long.
The son of Ferus suddenly showed his true fighting form. Four multiple-folding mechanical arms popped out of the mechanical backpack on his back. They were four meters long and had power spikes at the tips. They could launch all-round attacks in close combat.
He is no longer an ordinary warrior. The added mechanical equipment makes him 3.8 meters tall. The heavy machinery brings the most powerful weapons. The laser gun is placed on his shoulder, and the glimmer of the plasma energy container shines on him. His head was shining brightly.
The technical sergeant stretched his mechanical arm, then walked to the entrance of another passage and stood behind the soldier guarding there.
There was a sound in front of me, and there seemed to be insect shadows swaying.
"Omnissiah is with me. The turning of the gears is the gaze of the God of All Machines. The fire from the muzzle is the punishment of the God of All Machines. When the trigger is pulled, the light of Omnisiah is eternal!"
Flames intertwined with lightning, tracer bullets deflected the muzzles, bugs were everywhere, and so were our artillery fire.
You can't escape!
Anthony ran wildly in the passage, slashing open the giant insect's body with his powerful sword. He no longer knew the name of the insect in front of him. The Tyranid's gene editing ability allowed them to create thousands of variants, but the Emperor's The wrath comes upon every bug, without exception.
All kinds of blood flowed on the power armor, dried up, and were washed away by gunfire.
"For the emperor, follow me and kill the enemy!"
The Primaris warriors crossed the broken chain bridge one by one and opened fire in the air. The blades rotated and the tactical daggers shot out and penetrated the enemy's body. The fallen warrior didn't even look at it. He pulled out the dagger with his backhand and fired the ion pistol with his other hand, piercing the head of the enemy in front.
Three hundred people crowded into this small passage and collided with the Zerg army.
The Dark Nest was originally guarding the area where a regiment was stationed. Now three battle groups have arrived. What tactics are needed? All of them charge!
Anthony jumped over the chain bridge. The long avenue ahead was where the enemy fell, the earliest breakthrough.
The huge body of the digging python is blocked in front, with highly poisonous stingers hidden under its fine scales. Bioelectricity lights up on its chest and spreads to every place along with the special scales and bones throughout its body.
The Primaris warriors had already started taking action. The warriors carrying the big melta guns rushed to the front and fired at the big snake that was dancing with lightning all over its body.
The hot melt penetrated from its neck, and the unstoppable heat flow penetrated the ridiculous chitin carapace. The inner armor, which was thick enough to block the chain sword, suddenly burned, and its whole body changed from blue electric light to darkness. The red light is like the red light that lights up after blowing on the extinguished charcoal.
The body collapsed, but its head was not dead. The python can barely be considered a large creature. Every part and cell exists independently. The flat appendages located behind the head were originally used to crush objects encountered during digging. The solid stone, now supporting the head, fell to the ground before slamming against the gun-wielding warrior.
The soldier's big gun was too heavy to hold, and he couldn't hold himself still for a while, and he was hit hard by a bone plate.
The huge impact, enough to break the hardest rock in nature, completely shattered half of the warrior's body, and the smoking gun crashed to the ground.
Before the python could retract its secondary limb, the power sword slashed it off accurately and quickly. Anthony roared, and the long sword drew an afterimage in the air. He launched three strikes in a heartbeat, cutting off the enemy's outer armor. It's like a mess in March, with layers of ravines.
The Digging Python did not die as a result. It was too big. To the empire, it was equivalent to a termite-class earth-boring vehicle. Its outer armor was very thick, and with a strong shake, Anthony was shaken off its body.
It had a big mouth and wanted to bite the little metal man in front of it. A soldier carrying a large plasma gun rushed over behind him and added two more plasmas before it was done.
These Tyranid creatures are still pouring in from the passage above.
The Primaris warriors are divided into several groups, one group shoots upward to minimize the number of enemies, one group aims at the creatures that fall on the ground, and the other group holds melee weapons to hit them at any time.
A powerful beacon was placed, landing steadily just below the breach, and invisible waves spread upwards along the passage.
"08 Detection Department, place the mark. Can the signal fluctuation be detected?"
"Under detection..." was the standard electronic voice of the Mechanicus. It felt like his next words were those of Omnissiah.
"In order to detect the approximate signal range, please guard the beacon and wait for our positioning to be completed."
Little did Anthony know that it was here that they would suffer unbearable losses.
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Densely packed biological warships are scurrying wantonly in space, and the Imperial Navy's defense line has shrunk to the third galaxy circle. After passing here, the enemy will be able to drive straight in, and its troops will be directed towards the world inhabited by humans, including several satellite colonies, Mining farms and forges on several planets.
Admiral Brotz looked at the strategic map in front of him worriedly. The fifth company commander of the Ultramarines asked him to defend this area, but how to defend it.
There is an empty universe all around, and only a few planetary cannons can cover the range here. They may not be available to support this place yet.
Order from above to stay here.
Even if my battleship collides with the enemy, it won't be able to defend itself.
Everyone arranges defensive fire points, a three-dimensional cross-fire network, cooperates with other warships, and chooses a reasonable defense strategy based on the ammunition configuration. When I come to me, I just say, I believe you, and then fire a bunch of macro cannon shells.
Isn't this nonsense?
Three heavy cruiser-class enemy ships are approaching here. The bio-devouring version of the enemy ship has no long-range weapons and is using its "fart power" to rush here. Broz has no doubt about the huge biological pincers. It can bite our battleships into pieces.
The biological cannon equipped on another enemy ship is quite outrageous even for a force like the Empire whose creed is giant ship cannons.
It's like installing a biological engine underneath the cannon.
The void shield carried the enemy's biological artillery fire, and not a single explosive bomb from the battleship counterattacked. They all blasted towards the devouring biological battleship that was rushing towards here.
"Admiral Blitz, the Bird Servant has discovered our battleship."
"What? Where? Reinforcements?"
"The code identification is the warship of the Hidden Slayer Chapter. There are three ships in total. They are among the enemy ships."
The battle situation suddenly took a turn. Three Astartes warships with crooked tracks suddenly appeared from the enemy fleet. The void shield was completely overloaded. Those terrifying biological spores were sticking to the outer surface of the warships, constantly corroding the armor, trying to invade. Inside the battleship.
In Blitz's view, this was just a battleship captured by the enemy using biocorruption methods. Now it was heading this way, hoping to help the biomass battleship massacre them.
"Admiral Blitz, the enemy has sent a communication request."
"catch."
Blitz made up his mind that the enemy must have corrupted the battleship. Perhaps the person who spoke had his head eaten by parasites, and it was a Tyranid creature trying to spread false news.
"Admiral Blitz, what the other party sent is a video."
"First-level plan." Several of the most determined warriors began to watch the video. The second group of people held laser pistols they carried with them and stared at the first group of people intently. If there were any signs of corruption, they would immediately open fire and kill them.
An umbrella-shaped biological mothership appeared in the holographic projection area of the battleship. The surrounding biological ships were more or less damaged. Pieces of green mist were escaping from some hulls. Some hulls were only half left, with flesh and blood still remaining. Exposed naked.
"The enemy ship group discovered a biological mothership, which is huge in size and can visually surpass Mars. A large number of damaged biological warships are surrounding it."
After the information was confirmed to be correct level by level, it was sent to Admiral Blitz.
"The bio-mothership is absorbing the ships of another Tyranid fleet, repeat, the information confirms, the bio-mothership is absorbing the ships of another Tyranid fleet."
"It is inferred that the enemy has just completed the civil war against another Tyranid tentacle, is devouring the loot, and has not yet completed the repair of the battleship."
"Send a video request to the Veil of the Hidden Slayer Chapter."
The communication signal never received a response. A large number of biological battleships turned their guns and began to bombard the three battleships, including the biological giant cannon-type enemy ship that was bombarding the battleship where Blitz was located.
The sailing speed of the three Astartes ships was decreasing. A corrosive Kraken approached them and began to release biological tentacles, wrapping the three warships around and around.
The biological whip destroyed the near-defense cannon and side macrocannon arrays, and large biological pipes were inserted into the battleship and began to transport the Tyranid swarm.
"Admiral Blitz, do we want to support them?"
"Support, no more positions? Let the enemy ship swarm enter the system from us and surround other ships? We are not a line of defense, we are the last line of defense."
"Then let's..."
"Initiate communication with them and move closer to us immediately. We will provide light spear cover."
This battleship of the Navy began to turn the light spear array in the direction, and launched a high-energy attack on the biological warships approaching the Astartes Chapter. It deflected the hull, adjusted the position of the torpedo launcher, and moved towards the only incoming Devouring Type. Enemy ships opened fire.
"The Emperor's blessing, may other ships be able to provide support."
A long time passed, and the three battleships were tightly entangled by the biological tentacles. The light spears of the battleships bombarded those biological tentacles, but it was only a drop in the bucket.
The devouring biological battleship was destroyed and turned into a burning wreckage under the attack of several torpedoes. However, the enemies that originally surrounded the Dark Crow Spawn battleship began to adjust their course and pounce on this lonely battleship.
"Admiral Blitz, a strike cruiser from the Galaxy Hunter Chapter is on the way... They have been observed, at location 021-456-821."
The warships of the White Scar children plunged into the enemy group, swept towards the three warships at extremely fast speeds, and then maneuvered and swung away.
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"Admiral Blitz, what are they...doing?"
"Subspace teleportation, if it can still be used, those Emperor's Angels should join forces...to teleport to the support ship."
The battleships of the White Scars were moving very fast. The Tyranid fleet, which was originally preparing to besiege the battleships, turned around and began to pursue the strike cruiser that suddenly appeared. A large number of biological battleships were transferred away from the battlefield.
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Primaris Think Tank looked at the information in front of them and the thirty-one remaining Dark Crow Disciples, and repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of the information.
Coriasius is directing the battle on the planet. There are more and more Titan-level creatures in the enemy. The Mourning Bell Legion is beginning to bear a lot of pressure. The nine Astartes battle groups stationed in the position have been replaced, and the casualties are real. Not small.
The emergency communication from the Primaris Think Tank suddenly rang in his mind. This was a method that would only be used in the most urgent situation.
"We have found the enemy mothership, which is digesting another Tyranid fleet. The frigate is probably injured. We must set off immediately to launch an attack."
"How many motherships?"
"It has been confirmed that there is one big one and two small ones. To be on the safe side, I leave three bio-annihilation fusion bombs for you."
"Understood, we will attack simultaneously." Coriasius issued a summons to assemble the Astartes. Now, one month has passed since the war started.
One shot of the bio-annihilation fusion bomb is enough to destroy an entire mothership, but it must be deployed in the core area inside the enemy. In short, you have to join the gang.
Planetary cannons and Imperial battleships have spent a month proving that without a sufficient amount of concentrated fire, you can't even destroy the biological armor they made.
Especially those biological warships, which will use their flesh to block the cannons, and then be recycled by the mother ship to re-create new biological armor.
Once the imperial assault fleet engages in a war of attrition with the enemy, defeat is inevitable.
In the following days, the main force of the Imperial Navy will leave the galaxy and rush to the enemy's mothership. Therefore, a large number of biological warships will descend on the planet, and the planet will be bombarded by countless biological ships.
The whole world will fall into its darkest hour.
Coriasius must lead the Astartes to carry bombs into the enemy mothership from the ground and blow up the biological mothership.
If you are lucky, other biological motherships will turn around as this ship collapses, heading to the location where the other mothership last signaled, trying to regroup.
If you are unlucky, the battleships here will try to evolve a new Tyranid mothership. The chance is small, but not impossible.
"Kriyasius, you carry with you the fate of all mankind on the planet."
"I know, I'm used to it."
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Antony's men suffered heavy casualties;
The enemy's offensive was endless, and all our guns were overheated. Continuous firing burned the barrels of the bolters red and deformed them.
Four overload explosions occurred with ion pistols and plasma guns, taking away several precious Primaris warriors.
The melta gun completely overheated and shut down. The machine soul couldn't wake up and the entire gun couldn't be started.
Anthony repeatedly checked with that damn mechanical voice to confirm when the positioning would be completed, and the only response he received was "Calibrating..."
The only useful information is that the enemy has launched interference poison, and the biological spore membrane has joined together to cover the area, making it difficult for the signal to penetrate. The artillery unit has mobilized heavy artillery to cover the area, but the effect is very poor.
"We need more time to calibrate the signal points..."
"Damn it, can't you say something else!"
Anthony couldn't help but curse. The Tyranids were already in their faces. They fell from high places, their limbs broken and their carapace shattered. They still struggled to get up and charged towards the Emperor's Angels.
The terrible thing is that they no longer let the bone-level knife bugs charge, but let a large number of meat-level bugs fall down. After more than thirty were killed or injured, a flesh-padded corpse area was formed below, and our promethium elemental flamethrower had not had time to replenish it. As the fuel burned the corpses, the Tyranid warriors fell and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Primaris warriors.
Here, our weapons advantage is completely lost, and our firepower density advantage cannot be exerted.
This passage can only accommodate twelve people. After the battle with the Zerg, we seemed to be using the tactic of adding fuel to the fire, using the lives of the soldiers bit by bit to delay time. What we got was a bunch of the lowest level Zerg with no strategic significance. corpse.
Anthony accidentally hit his body with a heavy blow from the Tyranid warrior's sword. The power armor cracked a large piece and blood flowed out along the gap.
The flying parasites followed the smell of blood and rushed here, and were eliminated in time by the last high-light grenade.
"Chapter Commander, retreat."
"No! Unite and liberate...let me go. I won't be able to kill you until I upgrade!" A Primaris warrior used his superior strength to forcefully pull Anthony away from the battlefield.
Ahead is a bottomless pit of death, and the Emperor's angels are willing to die, like the guards of the Darknest, like the battleships above Taste, like the undead in front of the eternal gate, and like the heroes who have come one after another for eleven thousand years.