Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

"Damn heretic, die!"

The last Cast Iron Dreadnought, after seeing its comrades being killed, angrily rushed towards an Earth Dreadnought.

The siege claws on the Cast Iron Fearless's arms spun rapidly, and with powerful kinetic energy, they stabbed fiercely at the Earth Fearless's feet.

The Cast Iron Dreadnought is about four meters tall, half the height of the Earth Dreadnought. Its mechanical claws can only helplessly attack the Earth Dreadnought's mechanical feet.

"Humble ant."

The driver of the Earth Dreadnought looked at the Cast Iron Dreadnought rushing towards him, but he had no intention of dodging. His eyes were fixed on the approaching Cast Iron Dreadnought, and he raised his right arm steadily, aiming the black hole of the hot melt gun precisely at the opponent.

Just at the moment when Cast Iron Fearless pounced in front of him like a beast, madly dancing its sharp mechanical claws, stabbing straight at his feet.

Only two deafening noises were heard - "Boom boom!" Two extremely thick hot melt shells, wrapped in scorching heat, whizzed out from the hot melt cannon muzzle at lightning speed like a fire dragon coming out of a cave, and hit the head of the cast iron dreadnought directly.

A deafening explosion sounded, "BOOM!" The powerful hot melt shell caused an extremely violent explosion the moment it came into contact with the cast iron dreadnought.

Under the impact of this horrific explosion, the extremely hard upper body of the cast iron dreadnought was instantly blown to pieces like fragile porcelain. Countless large and small armor fragments shot in all directions like sand and stones blown up by the wind.

At the same time, another Terra Dreadnought also displayed astonishing maneuverability. Facing a Leman Russ heavy tank that was frantically pouring down shells, it charged straight into the dense fire without fear.

When it finally rushed to the front of the Leman Russ heavy tank, it swung its left arm violently, and the gleaming mechanical claw at the front of it was like a flash of lightning across the sky, accurately blocking the muzzle of the Leman Russ heavy tank.

Then there was another loud noise that resounded through the sky, "BOOM!" The shell that the Leman Russ heavy tank had just fired, before it could leave the barrel, crashed into the mechanical claw blocking the front.

Because the energy had nowhere to be released, the shell exploded extremely violently in the narrow barrel.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed. The entire Leman Russ heavy tank was caught up in this devastating explosion.

When the smoke cleared, the once majestic heavy tank had turned into a pile of tattered parts scattered on the ground, no longer recognizable as it once was.

There was only a brief encounter between the two sides, and the Earth-Dreadnought eliminated all the heavy-armored units of the Astartes in the entire hall.

After dealing with these heavily armored units, the Earth Dreadnoughts gathered together and poured firepower on the Astartes behind the bunker. The dense bullets fired from the anti-aircraft machine guns formed a dense metal storm.

The Astartes Space Marines, who had lost the protection of their heavy units, were now completely unable to fight back when facing the extremely powerful Earth Dreadnoughts!

They were suppressed by the powerful firepower of the steel behemoth and dared not move rashly. They could only huddle behind the bunker in terror, their bodies shaking with fear.

It’s not that these Space Marines are weak, but the enemy’s firepower is too fierce.

The seemingly indestructible bunker was completely reduced to a pile of rubble in just a few seconds under the crazy metal storm-like fire of the Earth Dreadnought Mecha's anti-aircraft machine gun.

As the bunkers collapsed, the Astartes Space Marines who had been hiding behind them were instantly exposed to the deadly guns of the Earth Dreadnoughts and were easily killed without any resistance.

Even the warriors known for their ferocity within the Minotaurs had their courage devoured by fear when faced with the relentless strafing of the Earth Dreadnoughts.

But there were still some brave but reckless Astartes who chose to take a gamble and resolutely rushed out of the bunker to try to counterattack.

But as soon as they showed their heads and before they could make any effective attacking moves, they were instantly torn into a ball of scarlet blood mist by the terrifying firepower output of the Earth Dreadnought Mecha, and dissipated into the air.

Amidst this one-sided battle, Moto leisurely followed the Terra Dreadnought into the spacious hall. He remained calm as he gently raised his arm towards everyone on his side, as if issuing a trivial command.

After receiving this signal, the Earth Dreadnoughts that were fiercely attacking the Astartes Space Marines, as well as the Star Space Marines, immediately understood and stopped pulling the triggers.

Although everyone temporarily stopped shooting at the Astartes, the weapons in their hands were still firmly aimed at the dilapidated bunkers. As long as there was any movement, they would once again spray out deadly flames and deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

"Who among you is the commander? Come out and talk!"

Motuo's calm words echoed in the hall and were clearly heard by everyone.

"Bang" Azriel used force to lift up a piece of steel wall that was pressing on him and wanted to stand up immediately.

Ap, who was following Azrael, stretched out his arm to grab Azrael who was trying to stand up, and began to admonish him:

"Master Azrael, don't go out. It's too dangerous."

"We've already lost." Azriel shook off Apu's grabbing arm and sighed helplessly on the communication channel:

"Look, there are eight hundred battle brothers from our chapter. How many are left now?"

Upon hearing this, Apu turned around to look at the Astartes behind the shelters around him, and roughly estimated the number of Astartes Space Marines who were still alive.

It was discovered that under the attack of the Terra Dreadnoughts, less than two hundred of the eight hundred Astartes Space Marines who came to support were still alive.

Azriel looked at Apu's confused expression and smiled bitterly:

"Our Minotaur Legion is already dead in name only. It doesn't matter whether we go out or not. The enemy will just launch another fierce attack.

The less than two hundred of us left could all die here."

After hearing Azriel's bitter words, Apu wanted to continue grabbing Azriel's arm, but he dropped it helplessly.

Azrael patted Apoo's shoulder. "I am the Minotaurs Chapter Master. I need to consider my surviving battle-brothers."