Chapter 464 Black and Red, the Plan in the Shadows (Forty-Nine) Decisive Battle, Part One
The thick fog on the battlefield began to dissipate at some point, and the giants of the Titan Legion and the tide of demons at their feet finally showed their full view to the soldiers of the empire.
Dozens of giants, covered with twisted and alien armor and evil ornaments, were walking toward them with steps that could shake the earth. The weapons in their hands, which were as big as trains, were also using red rays that exuded curses and ominousness. , burning all obstacles within sight.
Three Shadow Sword super-heavy tanks that were not able to be withdrawn in the future became part of the first batch of victims.
Scarlet energy lit up from a distance of more than ten kilometers, and the thick flame flow went straight through the unlowered gate, wiping out the three Shadow Swords and dozens of crew members in an instant.
The thick bunker was easily overturned by missiles, and the Leman Russ tank used as a firepower point was destroyed by direct heavy artillery fire.
The Titans' steps were still unhurried, but every slight pause between their walks meant that the lives of a group of imperial soldiers were permanently lost on the battlefield.
The southern foothills of Evergreen Hills are also facing a test. Unlike the battlefield in the north, the Imperial soldiers here are facing the betrayal of the Word Bearers, who are once again attacking them in legion mode after thousands of years. .
Hundreds of Astartes, in units of hundreds, launched a fierce attack on the Imperial positions.
The soldiers of the empire did not sit still and began to fight back with their sophisticated weapons.
The red barrages of Hellguns rose in sheets, while the dense and precise bolt shells of the Corrupted Astartes also rained down.
The moment the two sides entered the boundary of firepower, they began the most brutal exchange of personnel. However, although the quality of the Tindalos Legion's soldiers was elite enough, they still collapsed in front of the more powerful Astartes...
This is not a fair war at all, because even the Tindalos Legion's sophisticated weapons configuration cannot effectively kill the thick Astartes power armor on a one-to-one basis.
Hell guns and logging guns cannot penetrate ceramite armor unless they hit vital points. They can only use their fearless will to cause casualties to the enemy with concentrated fire.
Even when the position was about to be lost, the artillery fire fired in response to the soldiers' last request could not directly kill an Astartes with shrapnel without a direct hit.
Ten to one, twenty to one, even thirty to one...
This is the number of bullets consumed by both sides to effectively kill their respective targets based on their respective physical qualities.
Five to one, thirty to one, one hundred to one...
This is the battlefield exchange ratio between the enemy and ourselves in the initial charge of the Word Bearers regardless of casualties. And this ratio is rapidly tilting towards the side of the Word Bearers under the influence of the declining firepower density caused by the continuous death of imperial soldiers.
The sudden increase in the number of casualties and the position on the verge of collapse forced the commanders of the mortal soldiers to activate hidden firepower points in advance.
What awaits them for this counterattack are the Brutal Blade super-heavy tanks that have appeared in formation behind the enemy, and the airborne strikes that have fallen from the orbit like meteors...
After a tense and urgent march, the Sea Wolf Company of the Space Wolves finally arrived at the battlefield fifteen minutes after the war began.
They blocked the leading force of the Word Bearers with a dense rain of bullets, and then used their best hand-to-hand combat to completely eliminate this group of hundreds of Word Bearers.
But more Word Bearers rushed towards their ranks. Two teams of Astartes, less than a kilometer apart, used their respective weapons to bring death greetings to the enemy.
The Word Bearers continued to fall, and the wolves also suffered obvious casualties. The balance on the battlefield entered the most anxious turmoil, and after the second batch of drop pods fell, a group of nearly 100 soldiers belonging to the rebels The appearance of hundreds of Terminator squadrons completely broke the front line that the wild wolves had struggled to maintain.
"For All-Father and Russ!" A leading wolf guard wielded his giant ax to smash the blocked chain sword into pieces, and then swept down the head of the Word Bearer in front of him.
Before he could regain his posture, another Word Bearer struck with his power sword raised high.
With no time to choose, he simply turned sideways and sent out his shoulder armor. Amidst the harsh scratching sounds and cries of pain, one of his arms was cut off at the root.
"die!"
The heavy ax appeared in the next second with a whistling sound that broke through the air. Before the enemy could lift the long sword in his hand, the head with the laurel wreath of Colchis flew up instantly, and black and red blood was spread all over his body.
Bang!
The sound of a plasma gun firing sounded, and Wolf Guard's body stiffened instantly. He first looked at the enemy not far away, and then looked at the hole in his chest with some regret.
The roars of other comrades on the battlefield gradually faded away, and he slowly knelt on the ground with his tomahawk in his hand, falling into eternal sleep...
"Ruth..." A weak sigh was his last voice in this world.
Similar scenes kept repeating themselves on the battlefield, and the wolf fronts were shrinking violently. The empire's position was now unable to fight, and the number of Word Bearers who continued to join the battlefield seemed endless.
In the Word Bearers formation at the foot of the mountain, the Dark Apostles are watching the battle on the top of the mountain, and these descendants of Russ are using their last roars to meet their inevitable end...
Buzz!
A faint psychic wave sounded in the Word Bearer's main formation. Many dark wizards instantly noticed the abnormality nearby. Counter-spells were densely lit up from their bodies and canes, but the strange psychic wave seemed to be unaware, stubbornly continuing and constantly expanding its existence.
"Disperse!"
The chief priest gave a decisive order, and then was the first to retreat to the rear. Several guards wearing Terminator power armor stepped forward and blocked the chief of the Dark Council behind them.
The dark apostles who had experienced wars formed a circle far away, and the spells and psychic powers of destruction were ready in their hands, waiting for the target to appear, and they would be released instantly.
Tear...
The curtain of reality made a sound like tearing silk, and after this sound, there was a crackling sound of electricity.
A dazzling lightning flashed from nothing to something, then from small to large, and finally expanded outward into a ring, and the moment it radiated outward, it completely tore a door in the curtain of reality.
Dense spells were thrown at the center of the thunder, while the wizards who created them changed their positions one after another, with protective psychic energy rising from their bodies, and precious demon servants were also summoned in groups and thrown in the direction of the thunder.
Erebus squinted his eyes and hid behind the crowd. He was obviously prepared for this "sudden" change.
The chief priest not only did not try to attack this "thunder", but on the contrary, he was quietly retreating while all the dark apostles were leaning on their power.
Boom!
The power of the ring lightning accumulated to the peak and then exploded. Calvin and his gray knights appeared instantly in the violent energy fluctuations.
The surrounding spells collapsed under the law called "subspace throwing", and after many demons responded to the call and descended into reality, the first thing they saw was the gray angels standing in groups...
Update. A little tired, double update tomorrow.