Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 284 Head-on competition, system suppression

"Legion!"

Calvin ordered in the psionic link.

"Huh! Drink!"

In response to his call, on the battlefield several kilometers in diameter, the souls of the three gray knights were more closely linked with each other.

Three huge spiritual energy matrices gathered towards the sky instantly after concentrating their power.

The silver moon, which symbolizes the will of the legion, broke out at dawn under Typhus's disbelieving eyes.

Thunderhawks rained down from the sky, and the air strike group of the Minotaur, led by the Gray Knights, swooped down on the corpses rushing in front of the ground troops under the guidance of the troops on the surface.

Under the strafing of heavy-duty bolt guns and machine guns, special incendiary bombs plowed a path of flames for the large troops to advance.

Missiles flying all over the sky descended from the sky in the next instant, submerging the rebel troops behind the corpses in a rain of fire.

The front of the battlefield instantly entered the baptism of the highest intensity of firepower, while Typhons in the rear was still shocked by the abnormality in the sky just now.

What the hell!
Typhus looked at the silver moon in the psychic perspective, and was so stung that he shed cloudy tears.

As soon as this force appeared on the stage, it changed the energy environment of the entire battlefield.

The power of the warp was divided and suppressed here; he instinctively felt the power around him receding like a tide.

In the dark green luster of the power armor, countless auras and diseases that are difficult to observe with the naked eye have fallen into silence and necrosis under the suppression of this power.

Even the nest of magic flies that he carried behind his back, which made him stand out from countless servants of chaos and became famous, no longer endlessly squeaked because of his thirst for flesh and blood.

This is not a good thing.

Although Typhons on weekdays is extremely tired of these little guys with self-will.

But when the gifts from the evil gods that accounted for most of his power really fell silent, what he felt was not relief, but the chill and fear that penetrated his soul.

He suppressed his fear and looked at the existence in the sky again, wanting to see its essence clearly.

But when the cold silver light shone on him, his eyes couldn't hold back for half a second, and they twitched in pain, with a vague tendency to jump out of the eye sockets and escape.

"Oh……"

He moaned softly, feeling that something was wrong, he turned his head and looked around, and began to look for the evil god's relatives around him.

But these little guys obviously reacted faster than him.

When he found that the silence around him was abnormal, the group of Nurglings who were unusually noisy and ubiquitous had already taken advantage of the cracks in the subspace that had not been closed just now, and fled away one after another.

The only thing left around him now is the unlucky guy who was used for communication, this little guy who was greedy for sacrifices due to the change of psychic power, is maintaining the state of twisted branches.

When Typhus looked at it for help, the little guy had been separated by the branches, and the eyes on the top and the bottom blinked innocently.

During the communication of psychic will, he could clearly hear the demon's complaint:
"It's miserable, miserable..."

The army of evil gods on the battlefield is also suffering from inhuman firepower.

The Gray Knights' offensive is not the apparent air-to-ground coordination, let alone a simple pouring of ammunition.

Now operating on the more than three hundred Gray Knights and the Astartes warriors of the Minotaur Chapter as a subsidiary force, is a complete firepower connection system.

The evil god's rebel army has a complete defense force, and the corrupted corpses also have a numbness that defies life and death;
The Death Guard is a legacy of the Legion of the Great Crusade era. Even if they are delirious after believing in Nurgle, their instinctive combat quality is still awe-inspiring.

What's more, they have become stronger now, and the blessings bestowed on them by the evil god have also made their weapons more powerful.

Putting all of these together, there has always been a lot of cannon fodder, the strike force is still there, and the backbone is a complete army-level unit.

The fact that the Gray Knights were able to suppress and destroy them head-on was the result of precise calculations and adjustments.

The legion mode is not only an intuitive strength enhancement for them, but more importantly, it provides a command system with almost zero delay and zero feedback time.

After the completion of the first wave of strikes, the enemy's firepower system will be fully counted and then fed back to the army's command hierarchy.

Targeted plans and adjustments can be efficiently completed within a few breaths.

The gray knights in the three directions did not wait for the firepower to finish, and strode forward on the road of flames left by the Thunderhawk swarm.

The standard strike team has a large number of people and charges at the forefront of the battlefield;

The criminal cleansing team stood at the back of the strike team, using the heavy bolt guns in their hands to clean up the threats to the comrades in front in advance;

The purifiers hold multi-barreled spirit cannons and sniper weapons, leading the subsequent airborne armored units to attack forward;
All heavy units that are discovered in real time by the front will bear their wrath the moment they are discovered.

Interceptor squads roamed around the periphery of the battlefield. Through psychic teleportation, they cooperated seamlessly with the fighters of the Minotaur Chapter, and wiped out the assembly points and possible threats on the edge of the battlefield.

Although the other side of the war is still resisting under this kind of targeted attack, it has actually been cut off.

Their melee firepower was suppressed by the Gray Knights' medium-range firepower;

Medium-range fire is destroyed by heavy units;
Heavy weapons and armored units have become victims of saturation missile strikes under continuous air strikes and their positions are accurately marked.

As for their elite unit, the Death Guard, they are caught in the shadow of the Aegis Terminator.

Every time the death guards try to gather, there must be the light of the Terminator's precise delivery of strikes at the rally point.

And after each position is lost, as long as the death guard squad sergeants try to regroup, they will inevitably enjoy the key care from all directions on the battlefield.

The rebels and the Death Guard were caught in a strange situation. On a battlefield full of comrades, they felt alone after being separated by fire.

The moment everyone stuck out of the cover and tried to fight back, what they got was saturated feedback from the opponent's entire front.

The tide of corpses and rebels collapsed in the face of such an offensive;

The Death Guards hidden in it, who originally carried out special operations in small groups, also had to take a breather behind the front line after suffering heavy casualties.

"How to do?"

The non-commissioned officer Mamluk of the Death Guard looked at the plague champion Fidel who led the team, and asked his opinion in a confused tone.

"I don't know..." Fidel's condition was even worse. His chest armor had large melting marks, and even a piece of rib and internal organs were missing.

It was the wound where he probed to sneak attack just now, but was instantly hit by three spirit-killing cannons.

This was probably the most suffocating battle that the Death Guard had ever fought. From the beginning to the end, what the enemy showed was tactical suppression and leading response.

There was no extraordinary power that dominated the changes in the battle just now.

The tenacity and toughness for which the "Defenders" are known have no room to play.

The enemy did not give them the opportunity to focus on small-scale delivery. In the early stage of the offensive, the front-end tactical arrangements had been dismantled.

In their eyes, the servants and vassal troops were almost reduced to decorations. They changed their attacks several times within ten minutes, but they were all instantly responded and dismissed by the opponent.

Fidel felt that what he was facing was not an army at all, but a will using multiple bodies to fight against them.

This is a tactical victory, and it is also the crushing of one force on the other under the background of generational differences in war models.

Fidel recognized this fact with great pessimism.

He has served in the legion since the Great Crusade, although he is unwilling to admit it, but he clearly recognizes it.

The enemy seems to have the key to victory in the war.

Their tactics are like a sharp knife that can change shape and size at will. During Fidel's constant struggle, it always cuts into his bone marrow at the most suitable size and angle.

The Gray Knight's offensive resounded again, and he knew that there was not much time left for them.

Those who lost their minds among the comrades in arms had begun to lose control and died in the charge of the Gray Knights.

And the few remaining comrades-in-arms who are still sane still pin their hopeful eyes on him.

Fidel took a deep breath and admitted in the most difficult tone of his life:

"We lost, lost in the true sense. It's not even about faith, nor about power..."

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