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Chapter 227 "Emperor Champion"

"Marshal Gerrard, if we order the Gustav to open fire now, the enemy is very likely to take countermeasures against it again!" At this moment, in the spacious and advanced central control room of the Gustav, the anxious tank commander stood in front of the control panel, his eyes fixed on the huge screen in front of him, while trying to persuade Gerrard to change his mind.

However, Gerald remained resolute. With his arms crossed and his eyes sharp as an eagle, he replied without hesitation, "My mind is made up. Immediately order Gustav to attack the enemy's super mech. Activate the ion cannons and fire all the missiles at once!"

"But... Marshal, if this happens, Gustav might not be able to cope if we encounter a sudden attack," the tank commander continued to persuade him with concern.

Gerald frowned slightly. He was well aware of the risks involved, but the battle on the front lines was intense and the pressure was immense. The Alpha prototype also urgently needed time to repair its damaged parts.

After a brief moment of thought, he decisively ordered: "No need to worry, fire all missiles! We will then dispatch ten old-style medium-sized mechs to assist Gustav in his defense."

Although their performance is relatively outdated, they can still provide some support and protection.

After saying that, he turned to look at the busy soldiers behind him and sighed inwardly—the mobile forces he could deploy at his disposal were now very limited.

Upon receiving the order, the tank commander nodded helplessly, turned back to the control panel, and began operating it. He then relayed the order to all departments via the communicator: "Attention all personnel, the Gustav will open fire in ten minutes. Please prepare accordingly!"

Meanwhile, in a dense forest far from the battlefield, Xizedo and his group were moving rapidly forward.

Suddenly, a crimson beam of light ripped through the sky, shooting straight toward the front line like lightning.

The light was so intense that it illuminated a large area around it.

Xize stopped and looked up at the dazzling light. A slight smile played on his lips as he calmly muttered to himself, "It seems we made the right choice in choosing this direction."

He then waved to signal the team to speed up and continue advancing toward the light source.

Five deep blue ion cannons, like five roaring dragons, swept across the sky with overwhelming force just as the crimson beams dissipated.

Eric stared wide-eyed at the horrifying sight, a wave of fear washing over him.

He knew that if those ion cannons hit their location, the squad would be easily annihilated like a candle in the wind.

“Very good, they are getting weaker and weaker.” Xizedo nodded slightly, a hint of optimism on his face.

However, Eric dared not relax for a moment. He gripped the power axe and the Holy Word tightly in his hands, feeling the solid touch of the cold metal, as if these two weapons were his last guarantee of life.

"Get ready, brothers! We're very close to the enemy!" Eric shouted, his voice echoing across the empty battlefield.

At the same time, the iron halo around him suddenly lit up, emitting a dazzling light.

Seeing this, the other five companions also activated their jetpacks, and the six points of light instantly rose into the air, speeding towards Gustav like shooting stars.

Just then, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded inside Gustav: "Warning! Unidentified aerial unit detected!" The entire base was thrown into chaos.

Upon hearing the sound, the UED soldiers on guard moved immediately, raising their weapons without hesitation and quickly aiming at the light spot that was rapidly approaching from the low sky.

In an instant, a barrage of explosive gunfire resounded through the sky, and scorching bullets rained down on the Space Marines.

However, the Space Marines showed no fear in the face of such fierce firepower.

With their advanced armor and superior combat skills, they moved freely through a hail of bullets.

All that could be seen was the spitting fire from the explosive guns, and in the blink of an eye, most of the UED soldiers blocking their way were killed or wounded, their blood staining the ground red.

"Seventh Company, Ninth Company, and Twenty-fifth Company, proceed to Gate Three immediately for defense!"

"Fourth Company, No...."

Commander Gustav's steady yet urgent voice, like a war drum, echoed continuously in the UED communication channel.

As soon as he gave the order, a large number of well-trained and quick-reacting Gustavian troops moved into action like a tidal wave.

UED soldiers, wearing advanced tactical goggles, could clearly see the incoming enemy divided into two parts through their powerful detection capabilities.

One of them rushed alone toward Gate 3, while the other five formed a tight fighting team and charged menacingly toward Gate 2.

The three UED infantry squadrons behind Gate 3 were already on high alert, gripping their powerful weapons, the dark muzzles of their guns pointed directly at the closed gate.

Every soldier was fully focused, their muscles taut, waiting for the moment the enemy forced open the gate, at which point they would unhesitatingly concentrate their firepower to deliver a fatal blow.

Suddenly, a deafening roar resounded, deafeningly loud.

Immediately afterwards, a thick cloud of smoke and billowing dust rose into the air, instantly obscuring the vision of the UED soldiers.

The scene, which was originally clearly visible, suddenly became blurry, as if shrouded in a thick curtain.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, the UED soldiers remained completely calm.

They reacted quickly, immediately activating the infrared mode of their tactical eyepieces.

Surprisingly, even with this high-tech assistance, there was absolutely no trace of the enemy in sight.

Despite having no idea of ​​the enemy's exact location, the UED soldiers, with their excellent combat skills and seamless teamwork, decisively took the most effective measure—firepower coverage.

In an instant, streaks of dazzling electromagnetic gunfire ripped through the smoke-filled space, and a dense barrage of bullets roared out, like a vast, all-encompassing net, completely enveloping the area where the explosion had just occurred.

These UED soldiers, employing a crossfire method, demonstrated astonishing teamwork. Their firing movements were fluid and natural, responding to each other and creating a continuous barrage of gunfire without even a moment's pause.

Such fierce firepower intertwined to form an impregnable line of defense against death.

Any enemy who dares to trespass into this area will be torn to shreds under such terrifying firepower.

"Burn the heretics! Slaughter all the mutants!" This battle cry, filled with hatred and murderous intent, seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down everyone's spine. Accompanying this deafening shout, a black figure darted into the UED soldiers' ranks like lightning. The figure's speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it had already broken into the crowd.

The dark figure wielded a massive black greatsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, like the scythe of death. He swung the greatsword relentlessly, each swing generating a fierce gust of wind and unleashing a torrent of blood and flesh. Many UED soldiers had no time to react before being cleaved in two by the unstoppable force of the sword, blood splattering everywhere in a gruesome sight.

Flesh and steel mingled, gradually filling the compartments beyond Gate Three. The once spacious hall was now cramped, littered with severed limbs and shattered weapons. Yet, the black figure did not stop. He moved through the UED soldiers with ghostly ease, his greatsword mercilessly reaping the lives of his enemies.

Meanwhile, in the central control room of the Gustav, the tank commander listened grimly to the alarm sounding as the entire infantry company was annihilated. The piercing alarm echoed throughout the control room, sending chills down everyone's spines. "Colonel! Requesting backup! We can't hold on much longer!" The commander of the 25th Company frantically sent a distress signal to the tank commander via communicator.

However, the tank commander was furious: "Even if it were three platoons of pigs, the enemy would take several hours to catch them! What are you all good for? You're only dealing with one person!" the tank commander roared angrily.

However, the voice of the 25th Company Commander had disappeared, and a voice completely unfamiliar to the Gustav tank commander rang out: "I am the Emperor Champion Cezardo, heretic, await your death."