Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

"The battlefield here no longer belongs to mortals..."

Seeing the planet's atmosphere being penetrated by the light spear, causing a shock wave visible to the naked eye on the surface, Calvin shifted his attention to the two wings of the continental plate and decided to allocate the deployment of the Astra Militarum to these edge positions.

After this order was given, he turned around and led the team towards the ground.

The moment the Titan Legion officially entered the battlefield, the protagonist here was no longer the Astartes warrior.

These machine-god incarnations walking on the earth exert their god-like power wantonly.

Even after being treated with layers of cushioning equipment, their heavy footsteps can still easily crush all the foundation stones under their feet and penetrate the ground to a depth of 3 meters;

The heavy artillery, which is larger than the heaviest armored vehicle, can annihilate all living creatures dozens of kilometers away and within hundreds of square meters with just one shot.

The same is true for the ancient giants of the orcs. Their individual strength is weaker than that of the empire's titans, but their multiples make up for the gap between the two legions.

Massive amounts of energy were shot out alternately at the top of the battlefield, breaking each other's shields into specific physical forms, and at the same time turning the friendly troops at their feet into fly ash.

Thousands of Mecha guards turned into molten iron together with the small force fields on their bodies, and countless orc boys turned into fly ash.

Thousands of Astartes warriors moved to the periphery of the battlefield in time. Under the pillars of light that fell intermittently from orbit, there was no room for the participation of mortal auxiliary troops.

Under the leadership of the Titan Legion Archon, a legion strike group consisting of nine Titans was moving forward.

The oncoming ancient giants were destroyed one after another outside their range, and the rare large groups assembled were turned into powder under the power of the orbiting macro-cannons that eroded dozens of miles at a time.

The battlefield on both wings continued, and the Astartes changed places and continued to confront the sea of ​​orcs in front of them.

Because of the distance between them, the wars here may cause fewer casualties but are more tragic.

The fleet of fighter planes in the atmosphere is like a dark cloud composed of two flying insects. Every second they are entangled and shooting at each other, countless dead fall from the sky.

The high-altitude artillery fire was so dense that it was suffocating. The fire rain flying from both sides often collided in the sky. The artillery shells bit each other and turned into twisted steel, and then turned into red meteors in a molten state and fell from the sky.

The Astartes are undergoing unprecedented tests and suffering unprecedented casualties.

The tactical characteristics brought about by their different origins were brutally smoothed out on such an intense battlefield;

The high-intensity exchange of firepower and head-on battles with no room for error make them seem to have returned to their basic functions as basic units in the Great Crusade era.

In that era, the Astartes, known as the Emperor's Angels, were nothing more than cannon fodder on the battlefield.

In just a few hours of collision, the Emperor's Angels suffered hundreds of casualties;

The damage they caused to the orcs was even more incalculable. The green corpses of the orcs were like a huge carpet, covering the entire battlefield for more than ten kilometers with their own green color and the blackness caused by the bullets.

The seemingly endless tide of beasts finally began to retreat, and the Astartes, who had wielded their weapons thousands of times, were rarely exhausted and lost the ability to pursue.

The victory was decided in the center of the battlefield, and the Ork armored legions had been annihilated.

After two War Dogs were destroyed and one Predator Titan was seriously injured, the remaining seven Titan Legions, led by the leader, Warlord Titan, strode over the enemy's corpse and pursued further away.

Only then did the Astral Militia, as mortals, have the qualifications to set foot in the center of the battlefield.

They were sent to clear the battlefield of hidden orc remnants and retrieve possible survivors.

There were fighter planes flying across the sky further away. Under their cover, the empty cabins, which were falling like raindrops from the sky, began the final war to capture the orcs on this planet.

The Astartes began to assemble as a team, and with the support of the Storm Birds landing in groups in the sky, they rushed to the battlefield on another planet after a brief replenishment.

"Has the headquarters issued any new orders?"

Arnold, now a master sergeant, asked his new boss, Captain Hudson of the Third Company of the Dead Angels Chapter.

The Angels of the Dead have been involved in the war since the beginning of the Orps war, and are already considered a veteran force on the battlefield known and respected by most friendly forces.

They generously extended a helping hand to Orps on the condition of being a base ship battle group, and continued to invest troops for decades, which deeply moved all the Orps who knew the situation here.

When Calvin called out, they sent two precious companies to respond to the battle based on the original company that had been disabled.

It is conceivable that when the day comes when the smoke of Orpheus clears, neither the empire represented by Calvin nor the Orpheus sector itself will be stingy in giving a generous reward to these warriors.

"not at all……"

Hubbard replied without looking up. He was currently concentrating on counting the seed recycling information sent by the pharmacist.

This battle cost him more than a dozen elite veterans, and he only had less than ten seeds that he had the chance to recover.

"What are you worried about? The battlefield over there?"

Hudson raised his gaze from the data pad on his left arm and looked at Arnold, who did not respond.

Arnold nodded and continued to organize his equipment.

The power armor on his body was damaged in several places after the battle and exceeded his ability to repair it. He needed to report it to the mechanical sergeant and engineer on the base ship for timely maintenance.

"Have some faith in that adult. If there is no news at this time, it is the best news."

Hudson's longer service has made it easier for him to understand the nature of the battlefield. If there is news of an emergency deployment of troops there at this time, it would mean that the war has undergone unplanned changes...

In fact, this is indeed the case. In the attack on the planetary defense system by both wings, the attack on the other planet will be later than here.

But compared with the sudden drop of large-scale troops here and the appearance of the Titan Legion, it was actually very deserted there.

From the beginning of the war, starting with the first wave of strikes on the ground, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence except for the initial noise.

That's right, when the orcs on another planet, led by the big warlord, swarmed towards the cans that humans had landed on the plains.

What greeted them was not a joyful and exciting fuck, nor was it filled with the feeling of Waaaaaaah as they expected.

In the sky here, the human shrimps did not drop many cans and larger cans like next door.

Under the cover of orbital gunfire, all they could see was a huge black anti-gravity pod and a black Titan standing at the door of the pod.

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