Warhammer: From the Devouring C'tan Fragments

After the Star Army successfully captured the crucial orbital defense platform of the Forge World with a thunderous force, Medog stood among the crowd, his voice clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier through the communication channel:

"All tank and knight units, listen up! Act immediately and quickly establish a solid defensive position. We must stop the Mechanicus troops that are about to arrive to reinforce us! We must not let them break through our defenses!"

"Yes!" accompanied by a uniform and resounding response.

The Apocalypse tanks and Knight mecha troops, assisted by defense soldiers and combat robots, quickly rushed towards the defensive positions left by the Mechanicus.

The defense soldiers moved skillfully and quickly occupied the advantageous terrain, and began to build an indestructible iron wall in a hurry.

At the same time, Medog issued another order:

"Attention, engineers! Now we need you to operate the plasma railguns as quickly as possible and launch a fierce attack on the remaining Mechanicus fleet outside the orbit!"

"I understand!" Another crisp and clear answer came.

I saw a team of a hundred engineers, each holding a combat terminal, running towards the plasma railgun as agile as a cheetah.

Under the orderly dispatch and command of Motuo, after the Star Army successfully captured the No. 1 orbital defense platform, various defense deployment work was also progressing in a tense and orderly manner.

The entire battlefield was bustling with activity yet orderly.

In the blink of an eye, the engineers arrived at the plasma railgun operating platform located in the core position of the orbital defense platform.

However, at this moment, the Thinker system, which was originally quietly embedded in the orbital defense platform, suddenly started up. Its cold and ruthless electronic eyes detected the rushing defense soldiers.

In an instant, red scanning rays burst out, as if to see through these uninvited guests in front of them.

When it compared the information of the newcomers with the data in its own database, it instantly realized that these people were not its own people.

In an instant, a rapid and sharp electronic synthesized sound resounded throughout the entire orbital defense platform.

"Warning! Warning! Intruders are approaching! Please take action immediately!"

The sound exploded like thunder in the silent environment, as if to awaken the sleeping people. However, the defense platform was empty at this time. The members of the Mechanicus who were supposed to be stationed there had already met with an accident and were all killed.

Despite this, the Thinker system continued to send out shrill alarms without giving up, trying to send danger signals to those possible rescue forces. Unfortunately, all this was in vain.

"What a noise!" An engineer frowned and muttered impatiently.

He really couldn't stand the endless alarm and felt like his ears were about to be deafened.

"Why not just kill it? It'll be a good deed and put this guy out of his misery." Another engineer echoed the suggestion.

Hearing this, the other engineers nodded in agreement.

One of the sturdy engineers strode forward, clenched his fists, tensed his arm muscles, and then swung hard at the Thinker system that was still beeping.

There was a loud "bang" and the engineer's heavy fist hit the Thinker System's head hard.

The blow was incredibly powerful, shattering the complex system of flesh, blood, and machinery. With the last of the alarm wailing, the entire plasma orbital defense platform finally returned to calm.

An engineer nimbly rushed to the orbital defense platform and quickly and accurately removed the combat control screen from its original position.

He quickly switched to his personal terminal and began to crack the firewall system left by the Mechanicus at a dazzling speed.

Meanwhile, the other engineers were also busy, moving in unison like well-trained dancers around the plasma railgun.

Everyone was concentrating on adjusting the various parameters of this powerful weapon, striving to maximize its power so that it could be better used in the next battle.

The engineer tasked with cracking the firewall system displayed extraordinary skill and astonishing speed. In just a minute, he had successfully breached the Mechanicus's meticulously crafted defenses and successfully entered their system.

As the last code was cracked, the entire firewall system collapsed completely and control fell entirely into the hands of the engineers.

Just when everyone thought everything was ready, an accident suddenly happened.

Although the engineer had successfully cracked the firewall system of the Mechanicus, when he tried to control the plasma railgun to change the direction of attack, he found that no matter how he operated it, the huge cannon remained unmoved.

It still stubbornly maintained its original attack posture, continuously pouring deadly firepower onto the Star Navy fleet.

"Click!" The plasma railgun made a series of harsh gear-pitch collision sounds under the operation of the engineers, as if protesting against something.

But the engineer did not give up. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he gripped the control console tightly with both hands, trying with all his strength to turn the situation around.

But the plasma railgun seemed to be under a spell and continued to attack the Star Navy fleet as usual.

"What's going on?"

Motuo, who was not far from the orbital defense platform, looked ahead in surprise. He was surprised to find that the plasma railgun had not turned in the expected direction.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dissatisfaction in his heart. He turned his head sharply to look at the engineer who was busy working on the side, and asked loudly with a slightly reproachful tone:

“Why hasn’t it been adjusted yet?”

The engineer being questioned was also extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He frantically operated the control equipment while anxiously answering:

"Captain Medog, I don't know why. No matter how I try to control this plasma railgun, it just won't turn around.

Even after I changed all the relevant parameters, it still didn't help and I had no control over it."

Although he was very flustered and anxious, facing Motuo's stern gaze and questions, the engineer did not dare to hide anything and had to honestly tell the whole truth.

Hearing what the engineer said, Motuo couldn't help but frown, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"It doesn't work even after I changed the parameters? This is really weird..."

He muttered to himself, and at the same time, curiosity got the better of him, and he involuntarily took a quick step towards the orbital defense platform.