Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Following these heavy firepower came the red-robed Mechanicus Guardians, who, carrying all sorts of bizarre creations from various smaller Mechanicus minor orders, joined the battlefield.

call out--!

With a loud whooshing sound and the roar of engines, the Firehawk gunboat and the fully armed Thunderhawk gunboat flew over Casca, unleashing firepower at the defenders below the city walls.

Upon seeing such weaponry, Casca couldn't help but swallow hard.

It seems that their vanguard is no longer needed?

Under such overwhelming firepower, no matter how strong Gadinar's military strength is, it is impossible to confront the Iron Hand head-on.

Although he had previously served in Horus's fleet.

However, compared to the almost invincible, absolute torrent of steel that is the Iron Hand, even Horus pales in comparison.

Compared to the senior's overwhelming numerical superiority, even the Shadowmoon Wolf has to be classified as a monster with mechanics.

Otherwise, how could we say that if the senior didn't play recklessly and didn't engage in one-on-one battles, Horus might not necessarily have been able to defeat her on the Istvan 5?

Your soldiers are dying every moment, but my mechanical army is endless!

Casca forgot something before.

The war level of Gadinal is apocalyptic.

"Who is that Rand raider?"

As countless steel torrents passed by them, Casca spotted a very peculiar armored vehicle.

Compared to other creations, it is equipped with more advanced and more numerous weapons.

It's more like a mobile fortress than an armored vehicle.

Filus, carrying a full set of weapons and equipment and a tactical backpack, appeared in everyone's sight.

"Soldiers of the Tenth Legion, you have done a good job."

Roar!

Even though Philus simply praised the garrison, the many steel hands beside Casca instantly erupted in a near-frenzied roar.

"Now, all the clans of the Steel Hand, join me in the attack."

As commands were issued through the neural pathways at the back of the Philus armor's head, countless missiles, lasers, plasma cannons, earth-shattering cannons, and Medusa siege cannons instantly came into view of Casca.

A terrifying explosion, like the collapse of the sky and the sinking of the earth, instantly shattered the already crumbling walls of the satellite city.

It was a terrifying scene, like the destruction of the world.

This reminded Kasgar of what the Veilwalker had shown him not long ago—the almost endless barrage of artillery fire from the illusion.

They look exactly alike.

A barrage of fire from the steel hand lasting for several minutes.

When the explosions and flames subsided, the place where the city walls and millions of soldiers once stood was now completely gone, not even a speck of dust remained.

All that remained were charred remains, dust, and lingering faint smoke.

Everything. Not just destroyed.

Rather, it's as if it never existed at all.

This city has been conquered by Phyllis with absolute force.

All resistance crumbled under her iron heel.

"Raze this city to the ground."

"Leave no one behind."

Phyllis's tone was icy, as if she were examining something that should be destroyed.

Wait!

Casgarton sensed something was wrong.

Phyllis, you're going a bit too far!

Satellite cities are like hive cities in a human empire, inhabited not only by the garrison of Gadinal, but also by billions of other residents.

Not only have they suffered nuclear attacks from their own army, but now it seems even Philus is about to press the button that decides their deaths.

Blocked at both ends.

"Wait! Lady Phyllis, we don't need to do this!"

Kaska quickly stepped forward to persuade him.

"No need? Hmph, Commander Casgar Sherlock, the Son of the Emperor, you are the first guy to dare disobey my orders in the midst of the army."

As Phyllis spoke, the surrounding Steel Hands booed in dissatisfaction.

How dare someone question the authority of Primarch Philus!

How bad!

Fortunately, the Mother of Steel forgave his overstepping of bounds.

"keep going."

Phyllis overlooked this minor incident and drove the armored legion beside her through the gap in the city wall that should have been there, heading inwards.

civilian.

They are weak and therefore deserve to be driven by the strong and to suffer the ravages of war.

If it's not to demonstrate strength and defeat the enemy, why start a war?

In this world, only the strongest can decide the life and death of others.

If anyone dares to harbor disloyal thoughts, today's events are the best example of that.

"They will remember the painful lessons of today."

Not only the common people, but also the arrogant and foolish rulers in Gardiner who lacked a true understanding of war.

Phyllis hated these arrogant, futile, and ridiculous fools the most.

They deserve to be taught a lesson.

Phyllis waved her hand mercilessly forward.

"damn it."

Kaska was extremely anxious at this moment.

The defenders of Gadinal have been completely routed, and the Iron Hand has taken over the city.

Once they are all in our hands, no further killing is needed.

The truth is this.

Unfortunately, Senior Phyllis, who is full of absolute social ideals, does not seem to have any intention of letting go of these civilians who have already been hit by several nuclear bombs.

No way

Casca's concerns extend beyond the civilian population of the satellite cities.

If Philus continues to be so obsessive, she may very well fall into the abyss in pursuit of so-called absolute power.

This is a future he absolutely cannot accept.

"Aquaduna, how's the situation on your end?"

He pointed the communication device to his ear and shouted urgently.

Wait, he remembered the small team he had previously arranged to infiltrate the city and cause destruction.

"Are you there? Answer me!"

"answer me!"

"Dudu-"

"This is Aqua. What is it?"

After a burst of static, the communication system finally received a reply from the Second Company Commander of the Emperor's Son.

"How's the situation over there?"

"Excellent, 70% of the city's power supply has been destroyed—"

"That's not it! What I wanted to ask was whether you encountered any rulers there. I mean, the ruling officials of Gadinar!"

By the way, according to the locals in Gardinal, it is—

[High Lord].

But it seems that even summoning the High Lord was useless in the face of Phyllis's absolute rage.

"Wait, excuse me, I'll be right back. What did you say? You're the High Lord? You're surrendering?"

"There really is one."

Not long after, Aqua's incredulous voice came from the other end of the communication system.

"The High Lord of Gadinar wants to surrender to us."

Chapter 94 Fake Surrender

The medical bay of the Steel Fist.

Apart from the white-painted exterior walls, this place is almost identical to the other compartments of the Steel Fist.

But this still cannot conceal the cold, metallic aura that permeates the space.

The array of medical thinkers covering the entire wall of the room emitted a ticking sound.

The pharmacists from the steel hands are more like mechanics than doctors. They operate the instruments extending from the iron beds, complementing the mechanical servants who move back and forth in the room.

As a legion of iron-armed bionic limbs that prefers steel over flesh and blood, even in the medical ward, the smell of engine oil is stronger than that of disinfectant.

Ulan Cicero, the Ultramarines Chapter Commander from Expeditionary Fleet 413, was lying on one of the iron beds.

There should absolutely be no metal welding sounds in the medical field.

He looked up at the ceiling and thought to himself.

During the Great Crusade, the Empire had a large number of expeditionary fleets expanding its territory, but it was clear that not every expeditionary fleet had a Primarch stationed there.

Expeditionary Fleet 413 was one of them. As a small expeditionary fleet, they were led by Astartes from the Ultramarines, supplemented by an envoy from the Thousand Sons, the Imperial Army, and the Titan Order of the Cult of Mechanics.

Most expeditionary fleets are like this, with a certain Astartes Legion at their core, and then adding a few other legions as reinforcements, as well as military forces from various factions of the Empire.

With such strength, taking down some small alien or pocket empires would be no problem at all.

Until they encountered a tough opponent like the Gadinar Empire.

"Cicero, how are you?"

He heard the familiar call of Amar from the Thousand Sons Think Tank in his ear.

“You’re still alive,” Cicero smiled weakly at him, then looked at the two men following behind Amal. “...Who are these two?”

"Commander Casgar Sherlock of the Son of the Emperor, and Second Company Commander Aqua Duna."

"To be honest, if it weren't for these two insisting on the search and rescue, you would very likely have been reduced to ashes by Lady Philus's artillery fire."

"In that case, I must express my gratitude and pay tribute to you on behalf of the surviving Ultra Warriors—"

He struggled to get up, but the iron-gray "treatment" equipment attached to his body pinned him back to the bed.

"You know what? These guys with their machine brains even asked me if I wanted to replace my hands with mechanical ones like they do."

Cicero glanced at the apothecary as he walked away and muttered under his breath.

"By the way, Commander Casgar."

"So, what's the current state of our fleet after the inventory?"

"This is very bad."

Casca observed a moment of silence.

Nearly a thousand Astartes died in the battle, and a third of them could not even have their genetic seeds recovered.