Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

The rage within Spike was like a volcano about to erupt, fiery and violent. However, he knew that his anger at this moment would be useless. Not only would it not help him complete the mission, but it could also put more of his fellow soldiers in danger. So he gritted his teeth, suppressing the surging anger deep within his heart.

Without hesitation, Spike immediately contacted the captains of the other five naval cruisers and said calmly:

"We have successfully destroyed the spaceport. Now the time is ripe to deploy Astra Militarum soldiers into the interior of the planet!"

"Understood!" The other five captains responded in unison.

They had also witnessed the spaceport reduced to ruins under their own fierce attack, and knew that this was the perfect opportunity to send the Astra Militarum into the interior of the planet and launch the next move.

Only after the Astra Militarum soldiers were deployed into the interior of the planet could they return to the fleet to support the fleet that was fighting the heretic navy and end this fierce naval battle more quickly.

Immediately afterwards, the fleet commanders on the five cruisers took action. They stood on the command platform and shouted orders into the communication channel:

"Hurry up and start the transport ship and quickly send the Astra Militarum soldiers into the interior of the planet!" The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the entire battleship.

In this tense yet orderly atmosphere, the Astra Militarum soldiers rushed to the transport ship at top speed. The captains of the five cruisers kept shouting over the communication channel, urging the soldiers to speed up so that they could quickly deploy this elite force into the battle on the planet.

At the same time, the captains continued to issue orders in an orderly manner:

"Fighter squadrons, immediately enter the planet at full speed. Carefully investigate the heretic's firepower deployment and the location of their defense nodes. Destroy them as quickly as possible to provide reliable cover and protection for the Astra Militarum soldiers about to land!"

"Yes."

Dozens of fighter jets on the cruiser quickly drove out of the cruiser hangar and headed towards the interior of the Manda planet.

Two massive defense armies stood like a Great Wall of Steel at the entrances to each underground bunker. Each of these bunker entrances covered dozens of square kilometers of land, the surface above covered by endless trenches.

The densely packed air defense positions were scattered across the landscape, forming an intricate war scene. From a distance, these fortifications resembled a giant ant nest, closely connected yet orderly distributed.

The defenses here are truly impenetrable, with countless advanced and powerful weapons and equipment deployed within. The majestic Apocalypse Tank, like a land behemoth, exudes a chilling aura; the astonishingly powerful Volcano Cannon stands tall, as if ready to erupt with devastating fury; and the impenetrable air defense positions form an impenetrable air defense line.

Anyone who attempted to capture the position held by the defense army would pay a heavy price. Even if they had a thousand times more troops than the defenders, only after suffering heavy casualties could they have a glimmer of hope of completely conquering this impregnable defense position.

"Woooooooo..."

A piercing air defense siren suddenly blared from the 032nd defensive position, shattering the tense and tranquil atmosphere. The shrill siren echoed through the sky, heralding the beginning of a thrilling air battle.

In the command room, Regimental Commander Doc stared intently at the air defense radar screen. When he saw the warning signal indicating an incoming enemy aircraft light up, he shouted loudly into the communication channel without hesitation:

"Everyone, attention! The fighter planes of the pseudo-emperor's lackeys are approaching. All air defense units immediately enter combat mode. Destroy all the pseudo-emperor's lackey fighter planes that can attack. Don't let them have the slightest opportunity to take advantage!"

Doc's voice was full of majesty and determination, spreading throughout the entire defensive position and inspiring every soldier to fight bravely.

"Yes." After receiving Doc's order, the air defense force controlled the majestic anti-aircraft machine guns at lightning speed.

They stared with their eyes wide open, their gazes as sharp as torches, fixed on the boundless sky, as if they wanted to see through it.

As long as the fighter planes piloted by the pseudo-emperor's lackeys dare to step into the effective range of the anti-aircraft guns, they will surely face a catastrophic disaster - all enemy planes will be completely destroyed, without even a trace of residue left.

In stark contrast to the outdated and backward weapons and equipment in the spaceport, the air defense weapons equipped by the air defense forces on the ground are extremely sophisticated and luxurious.

These sophisticated weapons not only possess powerful firepower, but also have extremely advanced assisted aiming functions. The cannons in the Empire may need to fire hundreds of shells before they can hit the enemy once.

With the help of this advanced auxiliary system, every artillery shell of the defense forces can become a deadly killer, leaving the enemy nowhere to hide.

"drop!"

A crisp, short warning tone suddenly rang out, like a horn signaling the start of a battle. It turned out to be a formation of Imperial fighter planes, quietly entering the range of the Defense Forces' anti-aircraft guns.

This signal instantly spread throughout the entire air defense position, and every defense soldier was in high spirits, operating the machine gun in his hand quickly and skillfully.

There was a deafening roar, "Boom, boom, boom..." One after another, extremely thick machine gun shells whizzed out like arrows, cutting through the sky, carrying endless anger and murderous intent, and rushing towards the fighter jets in the distant sky with an overwhelming force.

In an instant, countless tongues of fire intertwined, forming a massive, impenetrable web of firepower that swept over the Imperial fighter planes. This web of death, woven of steel and flames, seemed to devour the entire sky.

"Enemy attack! Get out of the way!" With this extremely terrified cry, the pilots of the Imperial fighter planes instantly fell into chaos and panic.

They stared with wide eyes at the densely packed attack symbols on the auspicious device screen, their hearts almost jumping out of their throats.

At this moment, every driver felt an unprecedented sense of immense pressure and deep fear. Some were pale, their foreheads dripping with sweat; others, with trembling lips, gripped the joysticks tightly, as if only this could alleviate their inner anxiety.

However, this fear did not make them lose their ability to act, but instead aroused their strong desire to survive.

The pilots pulled up the levers as quickly as possible, trying to control the fighter jets to quickly rise in altitude to avoid the overwhelming and intensive attacks.

For a moment, the roar of the engines was deafening, and the fighter planes performed all kinds of thrilling moves in the air, sometimes rolling sideways, sometimes diving rapidly, and the scene was thrilling.