Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 43: I'm too lazy to talk, let me explain with my nuclear bomb!
Waaaagh!!!
"Men, charge! Crush them!"

"Awooo! Kill!"

The sudden arrival of reinforcements stunned both sides. Watching the massive, black behemoth charging across the battlefield like a monster, relentlessly targeting the Titans and knights, only one thought crossed everyone's mind:
"Is this even human?"

Mordred, already caught up in battle frenzy, didn't care about that. That beam of light had given him a good show and almost drained him dry. If he didn't take advantage of this moment to expand his gains, did he have to wait for the other side to react?

He had seen the insane firepower density on the other side; with that ridiculous level of everyone being equipped with plasma weapons, no wonder the Fourth Legion was being held back so tightly.

"Brian, where's my nuclear launcher? Get it to me right now!"

Hearing their father's summons, the Black Knight Guard sprang into action, immediately discarding their weapons and drawing the rocket launchers they always carried on their backs, roaring:
"Slowly advance the barrage, 500-meter interval, three rapid-fire reload!"

With a muffled sound, Atlas launched a dense barrage of miniature nuclear bombs, which cast a shadow of death over the entire sky.

Boom, boom, boom

The extreme heat exceeding the surface temperature of the sun erupted instantly, followed by a high-speed shock wave visible to the naked eye, giving the stunned boys a taste of being airborne.

Fortunately, Atlas had good aim and didn't drop the nuclear bomb directly on friendly forces. Even though a lot of Fourth Army cans were blown away, they didn't die!

Unexpectedly, the friendly forces arrived and bombed them first. The civil engineering students, who had miraculously survived, didn't care about the battle lines anymore. They got up and ran towards the rear, after all, they had run out of ammunition and food.

On the other hand, the enemy was not so lucky. Even if these nuclear bombs were only individual soldier equipment, they were still nuclear bombs. Any area covered by the explosion was turned into scorched earth, and even tanks were melted down.

"One burst of air, crush them!"

Without any hesitation, the moment the explosions ceased, the entire Space Marine airlift rushed into the bombing zone, while the Black Knights' nuclear launchers were already reloaded.

Thirteen seconds later, Brian's voice rang out again, and once again, countless nuclear bombs were launched into the air, purifying everything in the flames.

At this moment, only 43 seconds had passed since the Atlas troops descended from the sky. The second round of nuclear missiles in the sky above the battlefield had not yet fallen, the Poison Blade heavy tanks had been deployed, and the Stormbirds had taken off for the second time to seize the precious air superiority of the planet.

boom!
Another round of explosions struck, and no one could survive the intense nuclear flames. The enemy could only let the giants advance.

But this explosion was different from the previous ones. Tons of chemical bombs were dropped onto the battlefield by fighter jets, and after being evaporated by the high temperature, they completely spread to the entire wasteland.

The battlefield, filled with highly concentrated radioactive dust, was pitch black, and any means of communication were severely disrupted. The defenders could only determine the enemy's location by the sporadic flashes of light, but as soon as they opened fire, a bomb would instantly shatter them.

Even if heavy firepower is called in, the Stormbirds that use Void Shield to tank the damage will take them down one by one.

There's no way to escape. Anyone who inhales the pink toxic mist will feel dizzy and experience bizarre hallucinations that are hard to shake off, just like severe food poisoning.

These potions are products that Mordred extracted from magic mushrooms. At such a concentration, let alone ordinary mortals, even a Space Marine would be tilted to one side and drooling if they inhaled too much, unless they were wearing a fully enclosed combat suit.

This was Mordred's strategy: since the enemy's firepower was fierce, he would create a quagmire that would cause suffering for both sides, and finally use the Space Marines' formidable individual combat skills to divide and annihilate them.

With a sword in her right hand and a gun in her left, Mordred, protected by the fog, didn't need to dodge at all. Relying on her powerful stats, she moved at high speed across the battlefield, targeting high-value targets for decapitation.

With a single sword stroke, he could sever a knight's thigh; with a single shot, he could destroy a tank turret. Often, enemy vehicles wouldn't even have time to lock onto him before he had already eliminated them.

Seeing their father's bravery, the Space Marines of Atlas also unleashed their signature skills, as if they had an aimbot activated, grabbing their enchanted bomb guns and starting to fire rapidly.

Frost, fire, acid, plasma—thanks to the generous contributions of their warp brethren, each bomb produces a unique effect. Even when the bombs are depleted, the demons can be forced to fire again. Even more remarkably, some exceptionally talented Atlas have enslaved powerful demons with fel energy, abandoning their humanity and transforming into enchanted warriors. Braving heavy firepower capable of piercing terracotta, they charge forward, grabbing their enemies by the skull and putting on quite a spectacle.

As for what the enemies, who were being harvested like wheat, thought about it, who cares? Anyway, anyone who doesn't submit to the king's rule will die.

He suddenly appeared across the street.

Who's the kind person who points their head at a gun?

The Primarch is watching me.

I Can't Let My Father Down

Talk to My Bomb

Such a spectacular performance immediately attracted the attention of Khorne, and the Blood God, worthy of being Arno's chosen one, immediately bestowed many blessings upon the group of little cans that had won His favor, covering them in a blood-red divine light, making them unafraid of the enemy's long-range artillery fire.

Waaaagh!!! The battle was awesome!

As the third round of bombing descended, fear began to grip the minds of every soldier. The enemy in the chaotic fog was not human at all, but a demon crawling out of the abyss.

No matter how powerful their weapons are, they are useless if they can't hit the target, and they can only resort to the most primitive close-quarters combat.

But Mordred wouldn't let them off the hook. Since they refused to negotiate, they were no longer ordinary enemies and needed to be dealt a heavy blow.

Moreover, the Fourth Army suffered heavy losses, and these were all soldiers assigned to Mordred's command. The death of one meant that his hometown would lose a contractor.

Master Mo, who disliked being taken advantage of more than anything in his life, could not tolerate it. He picked up a high-yield hydrogen bomb and disappeared from everyone's sight, flashing continuously across the wasteland.

Seeing the number of soldiers' casualties surge rapidly, General Lothar, the frontline commander, slammed his fist on the table in anger and roared into the communications radio:
"Where are the heavy artillery units? What are you doing? Start firing now! The position has been taken over by those aliens!"

"But sir, where are our men? According to federal law, if we shell, we'll be court-martialed."

boom--

Before the adjutant could finish his warning, a burst of plasma blasted his skull, leaving him a bewildered, headless junior.

"What military court? We'll be dead when the enemy charges in. If anyone tries to disrupt morale, that's what will happen to them."

The command room was completely silent, everyone staring blankly at their general, or more accurately, at the top of Lothar's head.

At this moment, just as at that moment, Lothar, whose head was held high by ambition, dared not make the slightest movement. He slowly turned his head and said, "Sir, I..."

"Shut up! How dare you assume my gender? That's discrimination! Can't I be a four-meter-tall extraordinary woman?"
"You're too lazy to talk, can you even take this punch? Explain yourself to my nuclear bomb!"

A flash of emerald green lightning illuminated the towering giant clad in black armor, which vanished instantly, leaving only a high-yield hydrogen bomb slamming into the floor with an unsettling beeping sound.

boom,
The nuclear fireworks erupted once more, instantly vaporizing everything within a thirteen-kilometer radius and destroying this crucial Void Shield array.

The next second, an orbital bombardment descended from the sky!

(End of this chapter)