This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 165 Look, it’s a meteor!
"The initial route has been imported."

Kahurangi's psychic whispers echoed in the sharks' minds.

Clang!
Tiberus's lightning claws scraped a string of sparks on the metal cabin wall. He tilted his head slightly, and the sensors in his helmet quickly scanned the passage structure.

Then, he began to move forward according to the guidance of the think tank.

After performing surgery on a Primaris Space Marine, the nearly four-meter-tall figure cast an oppressive shadow in the dim corridor, and a low hydraulic hum could be heard from the joints of the custom-made Terminator power armor.

The Tau defenders at the end of the road were still in disarray. With their communications system down, they hadn't yet sensed the impending crisis. Suddenly, an unusual vibration echoed through the alloy floor.

scoff!

The body of an Air caste commander was torn apart like rags, blood splattering on the control panel.

It was not until this moment that the alarm was sounded among the surviving defenders.

The Fire Caste warriors wearing XV8 power suits reacted the fastest, and the azure light of the ion cannons lit up one after another in the passage. Even without AI assistance, these elite warriors still demonstrated amazing shooting accuracy.

However, the sharks dispersed in advance as if they had predicted the trajectory, and the roar of the grenade launchers instantly drowned out the buzzing of the ion weapons.

The Tau stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and the next second their facial armor was shattered by the explosive bombs, their expressions of astonishment forever frozen in the splattering brain matter and blood.

"left."

The voice of the prophet's apprentice sounded in Kahurangi's mind again, with a hint of helplessness, and at the same time conveyed a series of prophetic processes.

The think tank leader frowned slightly under his helmet. After a brief silence, he spoke in a deep voice:
".left."

Tiberus charged silently, and the sharks immediately turned like a black tide.

The dull thuds of the soles of power armor boots hitting the metal ground merged into one as this torrent of death rushed at high speed along the main road, leaving behind only twisted metal wreckage and mutilated alien corpses wherever it passed.

While repeating the operational procedures of the prophecy, the prophet apprentice guided each route, accurately avoiding the heavily guarded nodes and going straight to the most vulnerable heart of the star fortress.

The rapid sound of metal clashing echoed in the command room, and the commander of the Air Caste fortress slowly looked up.

A young officer maintained a standard upright posture, but his trembling body and constricted pupils betrayed his inner panic.

The commander's eyes swept across the control panel, which was still flashing with garbled characters. His fingers lightly touched the controller at his waist. With a light "click", the magnetic lock was released, and he turned to face the newcomer.

Snapped!
The magnetic boots reactivated, pinning his slender frame to the ground.

The Air Caste, who have lived in a zero-gravity environment for years, have bone density far lower than their fellow Tau, making them particularly fragile in standard gravity.

"Aliens calling themselves humans are attacking the Star Fortress."

The young officer's voice was tense.

"The outer defense line only held out for ten minutes. In reality, that was only the time it took them to advance. Our resistance wasn't very effective."

The commander widened his eyes in disbelief.

The technicians who were trying to repair the terminal stopped their work and trembled nervously.

It's not that they don't understand humans. Thirty years of trade and a year-long conflict in the Damocles Gulf have given them a clear understanding of this race:

A powerful but paranoid civilization, hostile to other races and equally harsh to its own people.

But no one could accept that the star fortress defense, which had been as solid as a rock since the Tau entered space, was so vulnerable.

"Where are the Water Clan diplomats?"

The commander's voice suddenly sounded unusually tired.

"Did they try to negotiate?"

The messenger's compound eyes flickered slightly as he quickly retrieved his memory: "Sir, the diplomatic ship was destroyed just as it left the gravity shield."

The commander's arms drooped limply, his hunched silhouette reflected on the metal wall.

The enemy clearly possessed overwhelming electronic warfare technology, which not only paralyzed the AI system but also made even basic gravity adjustment a luxury. Even more fatally, all communication channels were cut off, making it impossible to contact the ground command center.

"Sir, what should we do?"

The messenger's body was shaking uneasily, and there was obvious panic in his voice. He subconsciously gripped the data tablet tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Will the enemy accept our surrender?"

The commander turned back silently, staring at the still silent control interface. The holographic projection cast mottled light and shadow on his pale face. Finally, he slowly shook his head:

"I don't know, but you can try—"

wow-

The sharp sound of metal breaking suddenly exploded.

A Fire Caste warrior wearing an XV15 stealth combat suit stumbled into the bridge, fluorescent blue blood seeping from the gaps in the armor.

He stumbled towards the console, his bloody fingers sliding rapidly across the panel.

Activate defensive machine guns, block protective doors, activate escape routes, and the series of operations go smoothly.

After completing the last command, he finally gave up and fell back heavily. The hideous wound extending from his abdomen to his chest was oozing a large amount of body fluids, and the emergency sealing system of the XV15 armor issued an alarm that was overwhelmed.

"Captain Zhuo Yuan!"

The messenger screamed and rushed forward, but was pushed away by the other party.

The Fire Warrior struggled to raise his upper body, and the respirator under his visor spewed out a mist tinged with blood foam:

"Quick, escort the commander to evacuate!"

He was in excruciating pain with every word he spoke.

"Bring the news to Ether."

Suddenly he started coughing violently, and fluorescent blue blood flowed out from the edge of his visor. When he spoke again, his voice was filled with a chilling chill:
"Tell them that these humans are pure butchers who don't even spare unarmed people."

The command room was instantly silent, the air seemed to have frozen into ice, with only the heavy breathing of the fire warriors echoing.

"They didn't even give me a chance to negotiate?"

The commander's voice was so soft it sounded like a dream talk.

"Yes."

Seeing that the commander was unmoved, the fire warrior suddenly jumped up, grabbed the commander's arm with his last strength, and dragged him towards the escape passage. The broken armor scraped a harsh sound on the metal floor.

"Go! Go! The Star Fort has fallen."

"But the data core!"

The commander, who was being dragged forward, shouted:

"We must destroy it. If these humans are truly butchers, we must not let them obtain the coordinates of other worlds!"

"Leave those to me—"

boom!
The commander's words came to an abrupt halt as the loud explosion in his ears instantly blinded his hearing. He only felt warm liquid splashing all over half of his cheek.

The Fire Warrior beside him was struck by an invisible giant hammer, and his XV15 combat suit fell apart in an instant.

Flesh, armor fragments, and fluorescent blue blood splattered radially on the command cabin wall.

A pitch-black metal claw pierced through the fifty-centimeter-thick alloy hatch, with twisted metal fragments hanging on the jagged edge.

With a teeth-grinding tearing sound, the entire explosion-proof door was forcibly torn open, and the burst of electric sparks poured down like a rainstorm.

In the smoke and dust, the outline of the four-meter-tall giant gradually became clear. The chainsaw gloves on his arm armor were still buzzing, and organic tissue fragments that looked like internal organs were entangled between the teeth.

"This"

The commander's pupils contracted violently. The next second, the whistling sound of explosives filled the entire space.

The shock wave caused by the barrage blew the console into pieces, and the flying metal fragments reaped lives like a sickle.

The Air Caste members huddled behind the instruments, watching the hellish scene through the gaps.

The Fire Caste warrior had just raised his ion rifle when the power axe chopped him in two, along with the rifle.

The XV8's combat suit was torn like paper by the chainsaw sword, and the driver and cockpit were crushed together.

The blood-stained power weapon reflected a cold light, and at the moment it was retracted, it touched the head of a member of the Qi clan, completely extinguishing the resistance that had not yet been launched.

This is not a fight.

It's massacre.

The breathing sound coming from under the giant's mask was like the whetstone of the god of death, and every step he took was accompanied by the wailing of the metal floor.

They advanced silently, finishing off the enemy with precision, ensuring that even the corpses showed no signs of life.

The commander collapsed in a pool of blood, finally understanding the Fire Warrior's last words.

The god of death is here to take my life.
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Only silver-gray debris remained in the void.

The huge starship cruised back and forth around the space fortress, and the scarlet spears of light cut through the disc-shaped star fortress, just like a needle piercing a bubble. Debris began to continuously spray out from the cracks, exploding circles of dark blue ripples in the silent deep space.

The space fortress was disintegrating, and the layers of domes were bursting one after another. Countless circulating liquids overflowed from the chambers, turning into colorful clouds of ice crystals. Under the drag of the planet's gravity, they fell together with the metal fragments.

The plasma generated by atmospheric friction wrapped around the wreckage, like a spear of fire thrown by a god to the earth. The silver-white ring that once overlooked the planet was now shattered. The burning metal wreckage was breaking through the atmosphere, and the plasma flames dyed the falling trajectory a gorgeous bright gold.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

A little girl from the Tu clan who was participating in outdoor activities under the leadership of her teacher suddenly left the team and shouted, pointing at the gorgeous trajectory in the sky.

"Look, it's a shooting star!"

Amid her innocent laughter, a rainstorm of burning metal was tearing countless golden wounds in the stratosphere.

The largest piece of debris disintegrated with a loud bang as it fell into the troposphere, and the burst of light illuminated the surface on the side facing it as bright as day.

(End of this chapter)