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“I feel a little unreal, Champion.” Priest Eric of the Black Sanctuary gazed at Caesar, who wore the champion’s crown, and murmured softly.

Caesar turned his head slightly, his face obscured by his helmet, but his steady tone revealed his unwavering resolve: "You should be the one who has the most faith, Priest."

Having said that, he gently placed his right hand on the jet-black greatsword at his waist and gazed into the distance.

Eric followed Caesar's gaze and saw a group of Krieg warriors in power armor busily building a solid defensive line at the front.

Their movements were skillful and swift, as precise as machines.

Looking at the metallic halo gleaming on the power backpacks on his and Caesar's backs, Eric felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

"I don't know if it's the Emperor's blessing that has given us such ample equipment." Eric slowly raised the finely crafted power axe in his right hand, the blade gleaming coldly, as if it could easily cleave an enemy's body.

However, he still had unresolved doubts when facing an unknown enemy.

“I have never seen those heretics who are our enemies,” Eric continued, his voice slightly lower.

Although he was full of fighting spirit for the upcoming battle, he was always uneasy about knowing nothing about the enemy.

At this moment, Caesar frowned slightly on the face beneath his helmet, clearly dissatisfied with Eric's slight wavering.

After all, as a priest in a warband, one's beliefs and will should be as firm as a rock and not be shaken in the slightest.

"Don't you have the confidence to defeat them?" Caesar's words carried a hint of accusation. At this critical juncture of life and death, any hesitation could lead to the collapse of the entire battle.

Upon hearing this, Eric straightened up abruptly, his eyes sharpening.

He gripped his power axe tightly and shouted back, "Of course I'm confident! I'll use the Book of Words to give those heretics a good scolding!"

As he spoke, he reached down and took down the Book of Holy Words hanging from his waist—a heavy book with gold horns and radiating a sacred light.

“My will will never waver, but…” Eric paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “I must find out whether this is an elaborate trap. Only then can we better deal with the enemy’s attack and defend the Emperor’s honor!”

“I don’t want to know any of this. All I need to do is swing my sword!” Caesar coldly withdrew his gaze, and without hesitation, leaped off the height.

His agile figure drew an arc in the air before landing steadily.

"God Emperor, where are we?" Eric looked up at the dark sky.

Today, they encountered aliens and heretical creatures they had never seen before. Faced with such unfamiliar enemies, everyone felt helpless and at a loss.

To make matters worse, even the Navy doesn't know which planet they're on.

"The enemy not only possesses a large number of knight mechs, but also some powerful Titan-level weapons." Marshal Mitchell of the Black Templar looked at the latest intelligence obtained by the reconnaissance team with a solemn expression.

This intelligence indicates that the enemy they are facing this time is exceptionally powerful.

"Sir, the situation is not optimistic. The enemy's fighters are equipped with powerful shields, and we have no way to gain air superiority at the moment." Admiral Eisen reported the battle situation to Mitchell with a helpless expression.

Losing air superiority was undoubtedly a further blow to the overall battle situation.

At this moment, Mitchell turned his gaze to the silent Mechanicus sage beside him and asked, "Sage, do you have any unique insights into these aliens?"

The sage, whose body had been mostly transformed into machinery, slowly spoke: "These aliens seem to originate from some flesh and blood structures. As long as those structures can be successfully destroyed, these aliens will gradually decrease due to the loss of their source of replenishment."

While the Empire was discussing the UED and the Zerg, the UED was also researching the Empire's weapons.

"This is unreasonable! How did the enemy's super-heavy tanks manage to maintain fire for so long? They're using solid shells!"

The Empire's bizarre armed forces were like a nightmare, plunging countless UED analysts into deep despair and madness.

Those things that defy common sense and scientific principles are like insurmountable mountains standing in their way, leaving them racking their brains but unable to find a solution.

On that day, when Gerald stepped into the laboratory, he was greeted by a heartbreaking scene: a group of scientists looked haggard and emaciated, as if their souls had been ripped out, and they looked like they were on the verge of death.

Seeing this, Gerald frowned and asked anxiously, "What exactly happened? Haven't you found an effective strategy to deal with the enemy yet?"

However, unsurprisingly, none of the scientists responded to his questions.

For a moment, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere filled the entire laboratory.

Seeing everyone remain silent, Gerald sighed helplessly.

He was actually helpless against the enemy's army, which was completely illogical and seemed to come from a feudal religious country.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, suddenly, a hand grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly.

Gerald turned around in surprise and saw a scientist staring at him with eyes full of fear and despair.

Then, under Gerald's questioning gaze, the scientist slowly opened his mouth and uttered a jaw-dropping statement: "Marshal... physics... no longer exists!"

Gerald was silent for a moment, then offered some words of encouragement: "Perhaps the enemy used a teleportation device that we couldn't detect to send ammunition into the tanks."

Although no scientist wanted to believe what was happening before their eyes, after repeated demonstrations and analyses, this seemingly absurd conclusion seemed to be the most reasonable explanation for solving the mystery.

Gerald, filled with disappointment and helplessness, slowly stepped out of the closed laboratory door. His steps seemed incredibly heavy, as if each step carried an unspeakable pressure.

At this moment, the returning aerospace fighters were carrying out their landing operations in an orderly manner according to the pre-arranged procedures.

However, what is worrying is that the number of fighter jets on the Enterprise, which was already limited, has now been reduced by several more.

Looking at the empty camera positions, Gerald couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation.

However, there was simply no time left for him to wallow in self-pity.

Just as he was lost in thought, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on the distant horizon, followed by a deafening explosion like rolling thunder – the fierce battle had begun!

The UED soldiers who attacked were all hidden behind incredibly sturdy steel bunkers. Facing the enemy's fierce artillery fire, they did not flinch but resolutely fought back.

Meanwhile, their massive and incredibly powerful mechs were activated and quickly engaged in this life-or-death struggle.

Among them, the Alpha prototype, which was urgently deployed to this defensive line, took the lead and directly confronted an Emperor-class Titan in the enemy camp.

In an instant, a crimson light streaked from behind UED like lightning, its speed astonishing.

It turns out that this was the UED's Gustav super-heavy cannon deployed on the battlefield, unleashing its earth-shattering roar.

As this terrifying light descended, the Void Shield of a Warrior-class Titan instantly failed due to overload caused by the powerful energy impact.

Fortunately, although the Gustav super-heavy cannon's bombardment was incredibly powerful, it was still not enough to completely destroy the Titan along with other surrounding targets.

Therefore, the heavily damaged Titan made a decisive move and retreated as quickly as possible until it was back in the defensive line formed by other Titans before stopping.