Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 229 Battle for the Critics Gallery

The densely packed landing pods fell like raindrops.

Even if some of them were inevitably blown up into blood-colored fireworks by the streamer from a distance, it still couldn't stop the progress of the wolf cubs.

Chief among these was the landing pod containing the Primarch.

Leman Russ stood silently in the vibrating cabin, a gloomy expression revealed a hint of murder.

He smelled a smell of blood, and the weird energy contained in it made him feel a little uneasy.

=This is a trap=
Wolf nature is at work.

Even without any conclusive evidence, Ruth noticed the strangeness on Prospero.

But so what?
The wolves will not be afraid of provocation, and only one side can leave Prospero.

"boom boom"

The huge cannonball outside the cabin slid down from the sky, playing the song of destruction just like the drums of Fenris.

Without the protection of the void shield, those divine punishments falling from the orbit echoed throughout Tizca like the roar of the god of war.

The huge explosion raised dust all over the sky, and all the buildings around the entire Kritis Gallery were roughly moved to the ground.

Even those members of the Kenny Tai Secret Sword Order who were in charge of sneak attacking and pinning the Apex Dog were forced into the void shield of the Apex Dog by such a fierce attack.

Because this may be the only place not covered by orbital bombing fire.

But even so, their nightmare was not over.

Because before the surrounding artillery fire subsided, the golden motorcycles were the first to break away from some of the special airdrop pods, and attacked the group of Kenny Tai secret sword repairers who were trapped in the center of the landing field at a strange and terrifying speed. members.

The curved front of the car resembles the sharp beak of a giant eagle, and the swept-back wings on both sides of the body carry a terrifying and deadly scream.

This is the killer on the battlefield, the emperor's personal guard --- Custodian.

Constantine was not the only Custodian who fought alongside the Wolves, and the Sister of Silence was also sent here by the Emperor.

And after witnessing everything that happened in space, they just want to completely wipe out everything on Prospero at this moment.

Like a meteor piercing the darkness, under the precise shooting of the rapid-fire artillery hanging on the bottom of the motorcycle, a member of the Kennytai Secret Sword Order who was hiding in the ruins near the apex dog was killed one by one.

The armor on them could not resist the strafing of machine guns.

Those specially-made shells can set off a fountain-like boulder every time, completely crushing all traitors who dare to resist.

Finally, the swarm of annoying flies in Carl's ear was driven out.

He was finally able to temporarily let go of his control over the apex dog, and refocus his perspective on this grand battlefield.

And it wasn't until this moment that he felt what an "Apocalypse-level battle" was.

Above the space orbit, two huge fleets are fighting.

Macro artillery and various torpedoes have filled almost all possible routes.

Like a gigantic fireworks dance, the battleships formed into two groups are greeting each other physically and friendly.

Huge metal warheads soar among these tens of kilometers long war giants with scorching jets.

For every burst of flame, thousands of crew members were subtracted from the list.

Life and individuals seem so small and cheap in a battle of this scale.

Even within seconds of Karl taking over the chain of command, a battleship belonging to the wolf, the "Giant Whale", was completely blown up by the concentrated fire tactics that the Thousand Sons had demonstrated before.

Hundreds of shells from different shooting angles instantly overloaded the void shield of the "Giant Whale".

And the next moment when the protection was lost, a huge explosion completely submerged the middle section of the "Giant Whale".

The flames of the explosion even temporarily overloaded the surrounding cameras responsible for transmitting video streams, and when the data was restored again, the entire "Giant Whale" was directly split in half from the middle of the hull.

At the interface of the wreck that is still in a molten state, it is continuously spitting out all kinds of things that have been completely destroyed by the vacuum negative pressure.

Even the engine on the wreckage in the second half of the "Giant Whale" seems to have not fully reacted.

It was still pushing the broken second half of the wreckage, and slammed into the front half of the hull that had been completely torn apart.

It can be seen from the sparks rubbed on both sides that the latter seems to be trying to violently connect the disconnected place again.

Unfortunately, the miracle did not happen.

Such a collision will only trigger a series of more serious explosions.

Finally, after another more thorough explosion, the two completely separated hulls finally lost all "signs of life activity", and became a hollow existence stagnant in Prospero's orbit.

This is the end of the Giant Whale.

Everything is so hopeless.

Due to the need to cover the wolves in the orbital airborne, the entire fleet had to forcibly shrink to an extremely unfavorable position to fight.

Even though they have slightly more capital ships than the Thousand Sons fleet, the Thousand Sons have a terrifying amount of ground-based macro artillery support.

In those places on Prospero except Tizca, there are still a large number of macro artillery groups in use.

Therefore, at this moment, the Wolf Fleet is responsible for orbital bombing and suppression, and at the same time, it has to resist the Thousand Sons Fleet that has already gathered above and used its psychic advantages to cheat and focus on fire.

After all, the vast majority of the Wolf Fleet are still mortals.

Especially those captains who knew the status quo felt a sense of powerlessness.

They are not afraid of battle and sacrifice.

Even the two themselves are the accompanying products of the mortal auxiliary army.

But this kind of struggle with no chance of winning is obviously a bit too tortured for humanity.

But this is not the end of the Wolf Fleet.

Because when those detailed and frightening instructions sounded again, all the fear and confusion disappeared from the hearts of everyone in the fleet.

=All warships maneuver according to the command=
=The first set of fire target lock - provisional number 09 enemy battleship=
= Specific instructions are being issued =
In an instant, the entire fleet of wild wolves seemed to come alive.

Started to readjust the formation, adjusting the angle of every artillery in the fleet.

At this moment, the two sides returned to the same starting line again.

The two knights who had already been drenched in blood once again raised their long swords to each other.

Theirs is painful, but also fortunate.

The thick armor gave them a long life, enough for them to savor the pain of every knife on their bodies.

Everything on the ground was not so lucky.

The Kritis gallery area has been turned into a sea of ​​flames.

All the buildings that used to be here have long since been wiped out.

Although the bombing has temporarily stopped, the scorching battle continues to create more undead on this broken land.

The wild wolves have already occupied most of the Critics Gallery, and a large number of mortal auxiliaries, cooperating with the space wolves and the forbidden army, are rampaging between the ruins.

The pungent black smoke shot straight into the sky, and all kinds of unknown objects were burning in such a furnace.

And those Land Predator tanks with scorched and foul-smelling objects on the front baffles, as the forwards and meat shields of the wild wolves, steadily moved towards the core pyramid group in the distance amidst the rumbling sound.

These behemoths are like a prismatic iron box with a crawler on each side.

Then, on this seemingly bulky basis, various weapons that fit the driver's personality were plugged in, and finally assembled into a strange guy.

Four huge main guns are placed in two protruding turrets on its side.

These terrifying big guys can tear a terrifying hole in the bunker group built by the Paladin guards every time they fire.

Countless bullets hit its sloping front armor and bounced off one after another.

They are slow but deadly.

Perhaps the Paladin guards did have weapons that could pierce their armor, but at the moment those weapons were still inexplicably disabled.

At this moment, only the heavy laser artillery in the distant airport and the core pyramids can temporarily suppress these war behemoths on land.

But the problem is, as far as it seems, the wild wolves don't seem to want to give those heavy laser cannons enough time to shoot.

Because they unleashed a pack of beasts, a pack of wild beasts.

In addition to leaving a small number of newly joined wolf cubs on the frontal battlefield, Russ has already started his operations.

With Karl's support, he is even more familiar with Tizca at this moment than some company commanders among the Thousand Sons.

So this time, with more information, the wolf king slightly modified his tactics.

He is very clear about the advantages of the Thousand Sons.

Therefore, only by truly disrupting the fronts of the two sides can the wolves exert their real advantages.

The golden curly hair floated casually behind his head, and the Ruth's spear in his hand was still steady and sharp.

A deep roar resounded throughout the battlefield, and under such strong mental pressure, those already corrupted Paladin guards even showed a little timidity.

Like a sharp knife piercing the weak points of a fleeing enemy, a tsunami from Fenris is rushing towards the energy confluence responsible for the energy supply outside Tizca with an unstoppable force.

There lies the main junction of the entire western Tizca energy pipeline.

As long as it can be destroyed, the entire western part of the core pyramid group will be completely separated from the energy network built by the Thousand Sons.

And with Karl's help, the wild wolves, who are about to have a relative orbital advantage, will be able to gain a firm foothold in the Kritis Gallery area once they break through here.

They will not directly attack the core pyramid area.

There is the core line of defense built by the Thousand Sons, and the endless groups of various turrets will severely damage any enemy who approaches rashly and comes within the shooting range.

Therefore, Ruth's goal was not set to raid the core pyramid group on the east side from the very beginning.

On the contrary, he wants to take down the same heavily fortified airport first.

"whoosh whoosh"

Several shells flew past from behind, and the giant shells fired by these Land Raiders easily shredded the enemies in front of the Primarch.

And with the smoke and dust raised by the explosion, it successfully pulled up an iron wall of smoke for the wolves in the assault.

The sporadic firepower is no longer enough to fear.

This is the tsunami of Fenris, and between fangs and claws, all traitors will feel the pain of death.

And in desperation and struggle, reflect on what you have done.

The enemy is weak, and victory is close at hand.

But such an easy victory always made Ruth's inexplicable sense of vigilance rise a bit.

From the moment they landed to the present, the Thousand Sons seem to have been retreating.

They appeared occasionally to strike at the advancing mortal auxiliaries, and then hurriedly retreated when the wolves arrived to reinforce them.

So far, only the cannon fodder and corrupt Paladin guards have been trying to slow down the wolves.

This is very strange, just like Ruth's inexplicable sense of crisis on the way to land, it lingered in his mind for a long time and could not be dispelled.

Steady progress is being made on all fronts.

The well-coordinated mortal auxiliary army is using blood and loyalty to turn the emperor's currency into coins, exchanging for the victories belonging to the wild wolves.

Heavy artillery roared, tons of explosives were smashed into the distance, and the giant telekinetic shields that the Thousand Sons barely opened.

Judging from its flickering performance, it took only half an hour at most for the ground-shaking cannons to pry open this bastard's shell.

The pressure on the orbit is gradually weakening, and maybe the wolves will get a second wave of new support soon.

Everything was going so well that it made Ruth uneasy.

The first to jump into the line of the corrupted version of the Paladin guards, Russ easily harvested the heads of several corrupted versions of the Paladin guards with his sharp claws and spears.

Some slight vibrations came from the right side of the armor.

It was a Paladin guard tickling him with an old kinetic weapon.

Holding Ruth's spear horizontally, he stopped the attacking movements of the wolf guards who followed him.

Like a zombie, this already-corrupted Paladin guard is still in a rigid cycle of pulling the trigger and reloading.

Turning his head to look at the one following behind him, the Chief Rune Priest of the Space Wolves - Kva

"Kava, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Kava flashed to the corrupted version of the Paladin guard.

An old kinetic energy rifle in the hands of the Paladin guards was hacked to the ground, along with his hands that had already rotted into dark green.

Sniffing around the corrupted body, Kava frowned.

"Ominous smell, rotten smell, dangerous smell."

Turn the smells into visible runes, and finally arrange and combine them on the ground.

"By this crude bridge across the torrent,
They unfurl their banners in April's majesty;

This place has witnessed the deadly battles of the farmers in the past,

And now witnessing bullets resounding across the globe. "

This is a runic ritual, a simplified version of the Fenrisian runic ritual.

Singing the old Fenrisian ballad, a touch of green appeared in Vordemaker's eyes.

"Walking calamity corpses, a huge plague knell, a grinning unclean man—his name is Bonaparte."

Bonaparte - is a strange name.

At least Russ had never heard of such a person.

But no matter what, he seemed to have figured out one of Magnus' cards.

Maybe this time, those weird beings hidden deep in the subspace will take action in person.

Amidst the continuous explosions around him, a pair of brows were getting more and more frowning hidden under the blond hair.

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(End of this chapter)