Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

After receiving the information from the cruiser captain's report, Braun's good mood, which had been good since he easily suppressed the heretic fleet, suddenly became gloomy.

"A world that has just been occupied by heretics can actually be easily installed with a large void shield engine. It seems that these damn heretics have ancient technology in their hands." Braum couldn't help but start analyzing.

"General Bron, since a large void shield engine has been installed on this planet, it will be impossible for the fleet to break through the void shield defense in a short period of time.

It seems you need to ask the Emperor's Angels to take action and have them destroy the Void Shield Engine so that the Astra Militarum can successfully enter this planet and reclaim this world occupied by heretics."

Vilov looked at Bron who was in a bad mood and suggested softly.

"We can only ask the Emperor's angels to help."

Bron nodded at Vilov with a grim expression, agreeing with Vilov's suggestion.

Since the Astra Militarum cannot break through the planet's defense, the Empire wants to retake the planet occupied by the heretics.

Then we can only ask the Emperor's angels for help to defeat those evil heretics and reclaim the world that belongs to the Empire.

A battle barge was coming quickly from outside the orbit of the planet Jesta. After approaching the orbit, the battle barge was quietly suspended outside the orbit.

"Shhhhhh!"

Accompanied by a sudden deafening sharp explosion, one after another airdrop capsules like steel behemoths shot out from the huge battle barge like arrows from a bow at lightning speed.

They dragged long, blazing red tails like the breath of a fire dragon, and like falling stars, they dived towards the planet Zesta below at lightning speed.

Without exception, these airdrop pods all belonged to the Brass Dragon Chapter. Following a command from the Brass Dragon Chapter Master Argento, the two companies of Space Marines from the Chapter quickly boarded the airdrop pods without hesitation, and then rushed away like lightning.

Their mission this time was to carry out a crucial decapitation mission and destroy the void shield engine on the planet.

Only in this way can a safe and unobstructed passage be opened up for subsequent Astra Militarum soldiers to smoothly enter the interior of the planet Jesta.

However, all this could not escape the defense forces' strict monitoring system.

When the Defense Forces Commander Nekts saw the airdrop pods roaring towards him through the holographic projection, his expression changed:

"Captain Pixius, look! That's a drop pod! These pseudo-emperor lackeys actually sent out Space Marines!"

Pixius frowned slightly, staring sharply at the constantly flickering and changing holographic projection in front of him, and responded coldly:

"Don't panic, Necz. Even if these pseudo-emperor's lackeys dispatch Space Marines, don't forget, this is our home turf!"

After hearing Necz's loud reminder, Pixius sneered disdainfully as he looked at the airdrop pod rapidly falling towards the planet Jesta.

Although the airdrop pods fell at an incredibly fast speed, under the intensive firepower attack of the air defense forces, one airdrop pod after another was hit by missiles or various heavy anti-aircraft artillery while in the air, and burst into balls of violently burning fire in the sky.

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the airdrop capsule of the Brass Dragon Regiment slammed into the earth like a meteorite with the force of thunder.

The powerful impact generated by the collision instantly tore the ground apart. Countless pieces of gravel flew around like bullets, mixed with a large amount of soil and rose into the air, forming a huge wall of smoke and dust, which continued to spread into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the entire landing site of the airdrop capsule was engulfed by billowing smoke, like a doomsday scene.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Just as the Brass Dragon Regiment's airdrop pod had just landed, a series of sharp and piercing explosions suddenly came from the distant sky.

I saw flames shooting up into the sky, and huge missiles with long tails of flames streaked across the sky, like angry fire dragons, rushing towards the landing site with fangs and claws bared.

Following closely behind were shells fired from various terrifying high-powered heavy artillery such as volcanic cannons and earthquake cannons. They poured down like dense raindrops, aiming directly at the landing site of the Brass Dragon Regiment.

These shells whizzed through the air, making bursts of roars, and their speed was astonishingly fast, arriving almost instantly.

They carry devastating energy and are determined to launch a deadly saturation fire attack on the newly landed Space Marines, attempting to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

"Drip drip!"

The divination instrument in the airborne capsule seemed to sense the imminent danger and kept ringing frantically, emitting rapid and shrill alarms.

This sound was like a death warrant, making every Space Marine of the Brass Dragon Chapter nervous.

"Quick, quick, get out of the drop pod."

After hearing the alarm, the Space Marines did not hesitate at all. They quickly and nimbly filed out of the airdrop pod and ran away from the bombing area like an arrow.

Everyone's steps were vigorous and powerful, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints on the smoke-filled battlefield.

The Astartes Space Marines had just run a few hundred meters away from the location of the drop pod.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

All you could hear were bursts of deafening noises coming one after another, like raging waves hitting the shore, or as majestic as thousands of horses galloping.

Violent explosions occurred one after another, and the noise was endless, as if the whole world was caught up in a doomsday carnival at this moment.

Those once incredibly sturdy drop pods, after being bombarded by heavy artillery, instantly transformed into balls of dazzling sparks, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky. But hidden behind this beautiful scene was endless danger and destruction.

Missiles whizzed by, trailing long flames like falling stars. Seismic cannons roared, shaking the ground, and volcanic cannons spewed scorching lava, reducing everything around them to ash.

When these heavy artillery pieces exploded together, the powerful impact waves they generated swept over like a violent storm.

The Astartes Space Marines who were running at full speed had no time to react and were directly blown away by this violent force.

They were like fallen leaves in the wind, rolling away involuntarily with the blast of heavy artillery.

The violent explosions continued for several minutes and finally subsided.

Amidst the thick smoke, the Astartes struggled to get up from the ground. They were already in a state of disarray, their armor covered with scratches and dents, and some even emitted wisps of smoke.

"Ahem..." A Space Marine coughed as he slowly took off his helmet with trembling hands. His face was as pale as paper, with a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

The other soldiers followed suit. After taking off their helmets, they couldn't help but spit out blood from their mouths, trying to use this to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in their chests.