Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

Apart from anything else, a Mastermind aboard Dorn's flagship would be incredibly difficult for Dorn to handle. The Dark Angels weren't afraid, given their vast array of advanced technology, Extinction Relics, and the Emperor's Guards. Neither was Pi, for the Radiant Lords also possessed a vast array of advanced technology and even more Extinction Relics. And what did Dorn have? He did have Imperial Retainers, but they were few and far between. Most of the Imperial Retainers who participated in the battle were responsible for sealing the portals. Dorn, who hadn't yet been savaged by Ran Dan, had no idea how formidable his opponent was.

Of course, Dorn himself was probably fine, after all, he had the Emperor and the Traveler protecting him from a higher level, but the same couldn't be said for his subordinates and fleet.

"So, we should be prepared to help him when necessary?" Perturabo touched his chin and said thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his face. After all, in his opinion, if he could help Dorn in the next battle, it would undoubtedly prove the ability of the Fourth Legion and his own foresight.

"Go ahead, but be careful and don't overturn the car." said the Lord of Glory.

"Are you doubting my ability?" Perturabo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You know your level, and I know it too." The Lord of Glory snorted coldly.

"Haha, I'm very different now!" Perturabo stood up, and with the operation of various servos and equipment behind him, a polyhedron shining with crystal blue light appeared in front of the Lord of Radiance.

"While calculating and compressing space is indeed difficult, it's nothing more than a challenge for me," Perturabo snorted. "I've cracked the secret of your space compression device. Now I can load dozens of hoop robots, other weapons, and ammunition into it. I'm an army all by myself!"

"So fast? Your performance really exceeded my expectations." The Lord of Radiance was stunned for a moment, then carefully observed the polyhedron in Perturabo's hand and nodded slightly.

The Necrontyr's term for the object in Perturabo's hand is a four-dimensional labyrinth, the same thing the Toy King throws in the background, summoning a vast army. While this technology, capable of compressing objects of immense weight and volume into a single space, isn't unique to any one civilization, it's clearly quite advanced. The Lord of Radiance used this technology on his own clone, allowing him to wield weapons and equipment far larger than his own. This isn't something the average Extinction Machine possesses.

He had previously provided Perturabo with a sample and offered to share its secrets, but the proud and stubborn Perturabo refused, determined to create the device himself. Now, Perturabo's technology and progress have clearly surpassed the Lord of Radiance's expectations. While there's still a gap between the Necrontyr and the Lord of Radiance's technology, it has finally resolved the issue of whether or not they can produce it.

"You're good, you're really good. Your future will be very high." The Lord of Radiance exclaimed at Boss Pi. Although the words were simple and not particularly sentimental, Boss Pi was still very happy to hear him say such words.

"Of course, I was born extraordinary!" Perturabo said with a smile. "With this, I can definitely solve Dorne's problems."

"I just praised you." The Lord of Glory said with a headache.

Chapter 258: Dorne, you have to hold on! (8K)

"My lord, the fleet of the Iron Warriors has arrived," Sigismund reported to Dorn.

"Very good, send a signal to our brother legions, requesting they join our battle order. It's time to act," Dorn said, looking at the massive figures in the distant void. Perturabo and the Lord of Radiance were analyzing the Seventh Legion, while Dorn was also assessing the opposing Fourth Legion.

After a brief exchange, Dorn's impression of Perturabo wasn't particularly favorable. This was partly due to the Fourth Legion's previous actions, which had displeased him. Their indifference to life and death, their friendly forces, and their sometimes single-minded tactics had left Dorn uneasy. Furthermore, after meeting Perturabo, Dorn was displeased with his attitude toward the ancient AI. In his own words, "My brother has made a dangerous and cunning creature his friend."

Regardless, after reviewing more information, Dorn correctly assessed the Iron Warriors' equipment, technology, and industrial capabilities. This legion, named after steel, was indeed apt. Their armor, firepower, and numbers far surpassed those of ordinary legions, making them a formidable battering ram.

The addition of the Iron Warriors fleet gave Dorn more power. After the fleets of the three legions were formed, the huge Imperial Legion was divided into two parts to launch an attack. Jonson led the Dark Angels Legion and the Imperial Guard to attack the Traitor Legion, while Dorn and Perturabo also rushed towards the ancient portal shining in the void.

Led by Perturabo's ship, the Iron Blood, over twenty large cruisers and battleships formed a sharp spearhead, fiercely piercing the Randan xenos' positions. Behind this vanguard stood a specialized fleet known as the Siege Fleet. These ships were equipped with powerful axial weaponry, so powerful it might even be said that they were built around a single cannon. Dorn and his fleets manned Perturabo's flanks, ensuring the Iron Warriors' main fleet could breach the enemy's defenses.

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"The Randan fleet is coming!" Relying on its formidable firepower and sheer numbers, Perturabo's fleet successfully overwhelmed its adversary head-on. After several unsuccessful counterattacks, the Randan fleet focused on its flanks. Dorn and his fleet would bear immense pressure!

In this battle, Dorne fully demonstrated his outstanding fleet combat capability. The heavy warships in the fleet were concentrated to form a thick defensive shield, directly facing the frontal impact of the Randan fleet, and a large number of fast warships formed fast battle groups. When the Randan fleet launched an attack and was temporarily unable to break through the battle line formed by the heavy fleet, Dorne's fast fleet would carry out an effective short assault. A large number of cruisers rushed over quickly, launching a wave of intensive torpedo attacks and artillery bombardments at medium and short distances, concentrating firepower, killing several enemy ships and interfering with the opposite side's actions, and then quickly evacuated. The invasion was like fire and the turn was like wind.

Furthermore, taking into account the electronic deception and jamming capabilities of the Randan aliens, Dorn boldly delegated command of the fast fleet to the commanders of the various squadrons. In the event of communication failure, these squadrons could independently determine their tactics. Furthermore, the Imperial Fist fleet was equipped with highly resistant directional communication equipment, effectively countering enemy interference within the small fleet.

Although the main fleet consisted of heavy warships, their formation was not static. Dorn would temporarily replace damaged warships during breaks in battle, and constantly change formations to respond to the enemy's offensive, allowing the fleet to better output. Under repeated fierce volleys of light spears and long-range artillery, the Randan fleet was forced to withdraw after paying a heavy price.

Therefore, with the cooperation of the heavy fleet and the cruiser division, Dorne repeatedly resolved the attacks of the Randan fleet and always kept the opponent at a safe distance.

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"My brother seems to be doing very well?" Perturabo said while sitting on the throne and looking at the star map.

"At least it's okay now. Let's wait and see the situation after the Randan fleet takes action." The Lord of Glory, who was already connected to the command system of the Iron Blood, said in a moment of leisure.

Indeed, most command tasks now fell to the Radiant Lord. After all, it was an ancient AI, directly connected to the flagship's command system. The Radiant Lord was also battle-hardened, so ordinary command tasks were no problem for him. Perturabo was also freed from the tedious data and regulations. Perhaps it was true that Pixar, who hadn't yet achieved "Mechanical Ascension," was not as good as the Radiant Lord in this regard. This freed Perturabo to consider the overall battle strategy from a broader perspective, rather than being confined to the deployment of a single fleet. The Radiant Lord's efficiency pleased Perturabo greatly, and the opportunity to relax amidst his busy schedule made Pixar even more pleased.

"Dorn's tactics are indeed very flexible, especially in the use of fast fleets." Perturabo affirmed Dorn's tactics.

"These fast warships are commanded by the fleet commander himself. In fact, you can also give your offspring more trust and train them. After all, they are your offspring, not tools that can only execute orders." The Lord of Radiance communicated with Boss Pi while processing massive amounts of data.

"I've given you the right to lead the army alone. This is your business. Don't ask me. I just want the results." Perturabo said indifferently.

"Look, the Randan fleet is starting to take action!" said the Lord of Radiance. Then, Boss Pi's attention was drawn to the flank where the fierce fighting was taking place.

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"Damn it, our engine is damaged!" The Imperial Fist cruiser Rock, which had just completed a short assault, suddenly felt a slight tremor in the warship, and then the engine output power dropped sharply, as if the torpedo salvo from Ran Dan just now had caused huge damage to the engine.

"It's a seismic torpedo! It's designed specifically to target engines. After hitting the rear of the ship, it will resonate with the plasma pulse in the engine and seriously damage the engine." The technical sergeant of the Rock retrieved the information about this Randan weapon from the database.

"Immediately change the output power, change the plasma jet frequency, and have the repair team repair the warship immediately." The captain of the Rock made the right decision, but it didn't save the ship. Forced out of formation, the Rock was completely destroyed by a swarm of Randan drones and a barrage of artillery fire before it could receive support from friendly forces. Similar incidents were occurring on multiple battlefields at the same time.

"Sir, our fast fleet is being suppressed by the enemy." A subordinate reported to Dorne.

"It's normal, just a routine battle exchange. Tell the fast fleet to implement Plan 5." Dorn said after a brief thought.

After temporarily forcing back Dorne's fast fleet, the Randan aliens once again launched an attack on the defense line, and Dorne's response was quick and effective. The fast warships that were originally responsible for containment in other directions of the battlefield gave up the attack on the Randan aliens' flank, and immediately returned to join the main fleet. These cruisers served as the spearhead of the attack. After the large warships tied down the opponent's firepower, groups of cruisers brought more frigates and destroyers to attack the Randan fleet from the front, firing thousands of deadly torpedoes at the opponent, and completed a beautiful pincer attack together with the main fleet!

"In fleet combat, we must be the attacker, because only the attacker can seize the initiative on the battlefield." Dorn also took the time to teach Sigismund beside him. The Randan fleet, having been repeatedly attacked from the flank, had pulled a considerable number of its warships to the side. When Dorn chose to withdraw the fast fleet to the flank, the Randan fleet undoubtedly wasted some of its warships, leaving them idle in the void.

After a fierce battle and a tussle, Dorn once again held the line. However, as the Iron Warriors' main fleet gradually tore through the Randan front line and drew ever closer to the distant portal, the Randan fleet, feeling immense pressure, finally decided to play its trump card. Amidst the Dorn fleet's front, terrifying psychic energies brewed, so powerful that even at a distance, sensitive psychics could detect them. Meanwhile, the Randan fleet had once again assembled, and a new round of attacks was about to begin.

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"Perturabo, you must be prepared." said the Lord of Radiance.

"I know. I will personally support my brother." Perturabo said seriously. At this moment, he regretted not opening a few windows on the Iron Blood. The Primarch's warp nature allowed him to feel the hidden crisis in the distance, but when he wanted to see the other party, he was blocked by the steel plates and hull of the Iron Blood.

"Brother, help me look at the front!" Perturabo said to the Lord of Radiance.

"No problem, we can open the gap at the scheduled time. You can take away some of the reserves." The Lord of Glory said after a brief thought and calculation.

"Flix, take your men and come with me to the Reckless," Perturabo ordered.

"As you command, Father," Felix said, and immediately began to move. Just as Perturabo felt the threat from afar, Dorn also felt the terrifying pressure of the Randan fleet from afar, a presence that even the Primarch felt immensely stressed.

"We're in trouble," Dorn said grimly. "But we don't know what the trouble is."

"Anaxus," Dorn said, looking at the Terran commander beside him. "Take your command team and immediately proceed to the reserve flagship, the Sovereign. If anything happens to my Eternal Crusade, you will assume command."

"My lord, you should be in a safe place so that you can command the entire fleet," said Anaxus.

"No, I can't escape." Dorn shook his head, his face a look of unprecedented solemnity. "I feel like I've been targeted by some presence on the other side. They know my location and are following me closely. They'll eventually come here." Dorn had this strange feeling for the first time. He felt an eye staring at him from a higher dimension, emitting infinite malice! At the same time, Dorn also felt a golden light shining from behind him, where he couldn't see, driving away the distant malice. But no matter what, Dorn had to face the approaching enemy.

Just as Dorn had completed his arrangements, the Randan fleet's full-scale attack began! A terrifying psychic fog enveloped the Randan fleet, severely interfering with Dorn's long-range attacks. They could barely discern distant enemy ships at less than half their normal range. By then, it was too late. Swarms of the Randan fleet surged towards Dorn's fleet. At close range, both sides unleashed a deadly barrage, reducing each warship to a mass of twisted steel and even shattered fragments under the intense fire. Strange, swift-moving squid warships also emerged from the psychic fog, charging towards the larger warships of the Imperial fleet in the distance. Of all the warships, Dorn's flagship, the Eternal Crusade, bore the brunt of the attack and became the primary target.

"Damn it! These ghostly creatures are too fast! We can't lock onto them!" Several hesitant warships, enveloped in halos of light, streaked through the air, leaving streaks of afterimages in their wake. Countless naval guns and lances pursued the enemy, but their attacks repeatedly missed. Even the occasional hit was blocked by a special shield. The Eternal Expedition unleashed a large number of carrier-based aircraft to intercept, but these aircraft were still vulnerable to the swift, over 1000-meter-long assault ships. Countless green beams wove around these warships into an impenetrable fire king, annihilating the swarms of carrier-based aircraft.

Finally, half an hour later, the first squid battleship passed through the last line of defense of the Eternal Crusade with a strange hyperspace jump, and crashed directly into the side of the Glorious Queen-class flagship. At the moment of impact, eight tentacles tore open the more than ten-meter-thick adamantine steel plate like cutting tofu, and then penetrated into it. The electronic equipment inside frantically invaded the internal circuits of the Eternal Crusade, trying to control it. At the same time, a powerful energy beam cut a huge gap in the hull, and groups of Randan warriors and psychics filed out and rushed towards the Primarch's ship.

"Cover the fire, destroy them all." Sigismund has arrived at the front line through the teleportation device on the Centurion Terminator. Behind him are more than a dozen knight mechas and two War Dog Titans. Laser cannons and plasma cannons of various specifications are aimed at the swarming Randan Legion. Accompanied by destructive beams, while destroying the entire passage and nearby cabins, the offensive of the Randan Legion is temporarily blocked!

However, before Sigismund could catch his breath, Ran Dan's second round of attack began. Octopus-like suspended mechanical units suddenly appeared in front of the knight mecha. These things were transmitted through some kind of black technology. They stretched out tentacles with energy cutters, grabbed one knight mecha after another, and then dismembered it into pieces.

"Shoot those entangled Knight Mechs! They're beyond saving!" Sigismund reacted quickly and commanded effectively. Swarms of tanks, Dreadnoughts, and Mechanicus battle robots fired at their targets, blasting these blasphemous creations and their prey into pieces. Elite Mountain Guards also gathered around the Warhound Titans to protect these precious war machines from being teleported in.

However, facing an enemy with teleportation capabilities, even if you defend yourself countless times, as long as the enemy succeeds once, a gap may be opened in the front line. In the end, using teleportation and "parasitic bees" that can control combat robots, the Randan Legion opened a gap in the front line.

The sudden appearance of the Randan Brain Eaters wielded their powerful psychic energy, wielding a torrent of psychic energy to annihilate the Mechanicus priests and slaves in the rear ranks. Before Castellan and the Fort Star battle robots could react, parasitic wasps pummeled them one after another, extending their sinister electronic tentacles and claws, searching for loopholes in the circuits. Moments later, the first batch of controlled robots turned on their allies, unleashing terrifying phosphorous fire ammunition upon the comrades who had fought alongside them just a dozen seconds earlier. The entire front was shaken in the chaotic exchange of blows.

However, this was all Dorn had anticipated. Sigismund, using the defensive turrets he had previously stationed within the ship, bought time for the attack, then launched a targeted blast into the affected area. Thousands of tons of steel and pre-prepared explosives destroyed the enemy forces in the direction of the breakthrough. Decisive action and thorough preparation allowed the Imperial warriors aboard the Eternal Crusade to temporarily hold off the enemy's attack. However, before the defenders could even catch their breath, a new round of attacks began. This time, Randan's strike struck directly at the core!

"My lord, the Brain Eaters and even the Soul Eaters are coming." An imperial servant beside Dorn reminded.

"Very well, then let these evil creatures taste the sharp blade of the Stormfang and the anti-psychic bullets of the Voice of Terra." Dorn prepared for battle with a grenade launcher in his left hand and a chainsword in his right. The Primarch's guards and the Sisters of Silence beside him also prepared for battle.

"My lord, you'd better be careful. When facing the Randan alien, it is better to use guns and cannons to fight at a long distance." The emperor's attendant Alkin couldn't help but remind him.

"Well, be more confident, my friend. Are you doubting the fighting ability of a Primarch?" Dorn looked at Alkin and said.

"I only have confidence in the Emperor and the Traveler," Alkin said to himself, looking at Dorn with a complicated expression. By this time, many of the Emperor's servants had already understood their true nature, and the name of the Traveler had been ingrained in their consciousness. After all, it was the source of their power!

"My lord, they're coming!" With the twisting of the passageway gate and the gleaming of teleportation flashes in the distance, the Randan aliens finally set foot on the Eternal Expedition's command bridge. The moment their target appeared, the Imperial Fist warriors met these blasphemous aliens with intensive firepower. Meanwhile, the Brain Eaters in the distance also launched their first wave of attacks with powerful psychic energy.

However, this time, the Brain Eaters' terrifying telepathic psychic powers were ineffective. These terrifying psychic powers were blocked by the anti-psychic field and the Sisters of Silence. Then, the Imperial Fist snipers, already prepared, fired bullets stained with the blood of the Untouchables at the distant Brain Eaters.

"How is this possible? Our sniper bullets didn't work!" An Imperial Fist sniper cursed as he watched the anti-psychic ammunition being blocked by the shield in the distance.

"The Randan aliens are also learning from their experience," Alkin sighed. Brain Eaters are powerful, believing their psychic powers can solve any problem, so they generally disdain to carry technological equipment. However, after encountering the Untouchables, and facing their terrifying special attacks against psychics, the Randan Brain Eaters have chosen to cultivate both technology and psychic powers. They have begun to carry individual shields and other equipment, which undoubtedly makes them more difficult to deal with.

"Hold formation, protect our psykers and Sisters of Silence." Under intense fire, neither side attempted to rush into close combat, opting instead to hunker down and exchange fire. However, during the exchange, the Imperial Fist's lack of psykers became apparent. The power of psykers lay not only in their direct lethality, but also in their various supporting spells, such as enhancing one's own personnel and weakening the enemy's aim and attack. Even with the Sisters of Silence, who could handle a significant amount of psyker power, Dorn felt the powerlessness of the situation when a Soul Eater ripped a 10-ton Cogito engine from the wall and hurled it directly at him.

The powerful impact of the flying bricks directly destroyed the two Sisters of Silence and the nearby anti-psychic field. The violent explosion tore a gap in the battle line. The elite Randan troops seized this opportunity, raining down fire that wiped out the two nearby Imperial Fist heavy weapons teams. Then, supported by long-range firepower and psychic energy, the Randan Bone Eaters launched a wave of assaults!

The Stormfang chainsaw sword spun rapidly, and the disintegration field emitted a series of explosive sounds. Flanked by his retainers, Dorn led the charge towards the Randan Boneeater, sweeping across the field like a golden storm. Wherever he passed, the Boneeater's weapons and shields were cleaved in two by Dorn's immense force and the slicing of the Stormfang. The xenos' various weapons unleashed a barrage of ammunition at the Primarch, but protected by Dorn's custom-made power armor, these beams and physical ammunition merely left scratches on his surface.

Arkin flanked the Primarch, his psychic energy wielding to target distant threats while simultaneously observing the battlefield. A member of the Custodes, a veteran of countless battles since before the Emperor left Terra, he harbored a lingering sense of worry. The Primarch was formidable, but the opposing Randan xenos were no match for him. Soul Eaters, hidden within the Randan formations, steadily chipped away at the Imperial defenses with their psychic energy. While Dorn and himself were slaughtering countless Imperial warriors, the enemy was also slaughtering scores of them.

Alkin was looking for a balance in the complicated battle situation. He was sensing everything around him. Both sides were engaged in a brutal exchange. The complicated battle situation and the interference of psychic energy made everything chaotic.

"Primarch, we can't go on like this." In the interval between the fight, Alkin said to Dorn.

"I've arranged everything. I'll give these terrifying creatures a surprise. Teleportation isn't just for the Randans." Dorn sneered. As if to confirm the Primarch's words, dazzling flashes of teleportation suddenly appeared behind the Randan army. Huge figures appeared behind the Randan army formation. Then, accompanied by the roar of lasers, Gatling guns, and battle cannons, five knight mechs, protected by their retainers, entered the battlefield!

However, the Knight Mech's slaughter didn't last long. Soul Eaters hidden within the Randan army began to unleash their might. With a terrifying scream, a terrifying bolt of psychic lightning pierced a Knight Mech like a spear of light. The terrifying psychic energy easily shattered the Knight Mech's shields, then pierced through the thick armor, nearly splitting the Knight in two. Other Soul Eaters, hidden in hiding, then attacked. Under the onslaught of strange forces, the Imperial Mechs were either twisted into a pile of scrap steel or their pilots were killed outright. Even so, these loyal Knights made their final effort. With the Machine Soul Overload Reactor, a violent explosion swept across, fiercely attacking the Randan psychic's raised shields, giving the Imperial troops in front a chance to breathe.

"We can't hold them back." Alkin surveyed the battlefield. The Anti-Psionic Stands and Sisters of Silence had suffered heavy losses, no longer sufficient to sustain the psychic defense. And Dorn and his men were warriors. How could warriors defeat the mages? Dorn seemed to realize the battle was headed for the edge of irreversible change. By the time the last Sister of Silence fell, the enemy, with at least three Soul Eaters and a multitude of Brain Eaters, would be truly unstoppable.

However, the gap in the teleporter mech did buy Dorn time and opportunity to evacuate. As they began to evacuate, Plexiglas, who was beside him, tried to persuade Dorn to leave the warship, but Dorn firmly refused.

"Although I still have the Mountain Phalanx, the Eternal Crusade is a gift from my father and one of my flagships. I cannot allow a warship like this, carrying the glory and history of the Seventh Legion, to be destroyed by the xenos," Dorn flatly refused. "Furthermore, if I stay here, I can attract the attention of the Randan xenos. If I leave, they will turn their attention to Anaxus."

Dorn made this decision for the overall situation. Before the enemy launched the boarding attack, Anaxus had already moved his command team to other warships. The enemy had their eyes on him, and Dorn used himself as bait to lure the enemy to continue to invest troops, thus protecting the actual commander of the Imperial Fist fleet.

"Where are we going?" Pollux asked as they reached a fork in the passage. To the left led to a hangar aboard the Eternal Crusade, where the Imperial Fists still had a large number of troops, including Titans. To the right, however, led to the crew quarters, where the troops were few and the space was extremely narrow.

"I feel like we should go to the crew quarters." Alkin's spiritual sense guided him.

"No, let's go to the hangar, which is the only way to the engine room. We need to keep this battleship, and we have deployed a large number of combat machines and troops there. In the crew dormitory area, we can only use light units and squads to deal with the enemy. We are at a disadvantage." Dorn judged based on common sense.

"My lord, my spiritual sense tells me that going to the hangar will be a disaster," said Alkin.

"My knowledge and brain should be more accurate than your spiritual awareness. I don't trust irrational things like psychic power." Dorn flatly refused.

"You will cause many warriors to die in vain." Arkin said with a gloomy face. But he would follow the Primarch in the end, because he was the anchor of the two Supreme Beings in the human world. He had to ensure that he could be by Dorn's side when the two Supreme Beings decided to interfere with reality.

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"Ah, Dorn does very well in the areas he is good at, but he will not get involved in the areas he resists at all." In a higher plane, the Traveler and the Emperor's consciousness have descended. The Emperor has focused his attention on Jonson. When the ceremony reaches the last moment and Jonson faces the fallen Primarch, the Emperor will grant Jonson extraordinary power to end everything, and here, the Traveler will be responsible for taking care of Jonson.

Meanwhile, in the void, the fleets of both armies continued to clash fiercely. Despite Perturabo personally leading a support force, the Randan xenos' assault hadn't completely broken the Imperial Fist's front. Even with a steady stream of Imperial reinforcements, the latter were slowly being squeezed out. However, aboard the Eternal Crusade, Dorn's situation was dire. The Randan masterminds had set a final trap for the Primarch, and Dorn had already stepped into it. The cramped quarters limited the use of Imperial heavy equipment, but also the Randan's ultimate weaponry. While the spacious hangars offered access to heavy equipment, the Randan xenos could also employ some terrifying weapons!

"Guarding is not a chore. I hope this time Dorn can face his true nature," the Traveler muttered to himself. Primarchs are the product of forbidden technology and the power of the Warp. Often, they are unaware of their own Warp nature. At such times, a suitable opportunity is needed for them to recognize their true nature. Generally speaking, Primarchs who embrace their Warp nature experience significant advancements. Of course, the degree of this embracement will result in varying degrees of power.

In the background, Jonson confronts the Great Demon T. In a moment of desperation, he enchants his sword with a layer of magic, banishing the demon. The Khan, having awakened a portion of the Warp's essence, shatters the already ascended Mortarion, leaving him exclaiming, "How could he still be alive after such a severe injury? It's unbelievable!" The most profound example is the Crow King, Krax. The Lord of Crows teaches Lorgar the pain and humiliation of being a scumbag, always a scumbag, and the pain of ascending to demonhood in vain.

The traveler began making preparations. He glanced across the battlefield. Perturabo, fully armed, was already preparing to board the Everlasting Crusade with his guards. His ship was already very close to the Everlasting Crusade, and the teleport would be activated in half an hour. Meanwhile, Dorn and his men had already arrived at the hangar and reunited with the defenders.

Chapter 259 Steel + Rock

"Phew, we're safe." Dorn breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the Brutal Blade tanks, Knight mechs, and several Titans in the hangar. He was already considering how to counterattack. He began to reorganize his forces and formulate a new plan based on the current situation. Honestly, this time, the Randan aliens' assault had somewhat exceeded his expectations. Their attack was swift and deadly. While some key points remained in the hands of the Imperial Fists, most of the compartments had already been lost. Dorn could even sense the wailing and struggling of the battleship's machine spirit.

"They're coming!" At this moment, Arkin shouted a sharp warning. He was acutely aware that within the Warp, some terrifying presence, some shadowy projection, had locked onto this place. From a distance, boundless malevolence, their gaze fixed upon the Primarch himself and any remaining presence on this battlefield they considered worthy of attention.

"Remember this, Dorn. The war will not go as you imagine. I can help you stop the first wave of impact. The rest is up to you." Alkin's voice seemed to have changed. A vast amount of spiritual energy surged from him, and a light blue light spread out in all directions, as dazzling as a lighthouse. Alkin's body floated up and pointed in a certain direction. An illusory shadow rose behind him. At this moment, Dorn finally discovered the hunter who had been hiding in the darkness. Huge space cracks appeared in front of Dorn. Behind the cracks, endless malice and strange energy surged like the sea. They will be here soon.

"Emperor, what is this?" Amidst the surging tide of psychic energy, Dorn saw a brain engulfed in tentacles, spikes, and some unidentified technological artifact. It hovered in mid-air, with an endless stream of Randan troops behind it. It had no eyes, but everyone present felt immense pressure. Some mortals nearby even experienced mental breakdowns, frantically raising their weapons and attacking their comrades. However, they were quickly dispatched by the Imperial Fist warriors who were bearing the pressure.

"We are coming, unstoppable and irresistible! I am the Thorn of Thorns! Destroyer and conqueror of two hundred worlds!" Accompanied by a terrifying psychic scream, at least three Masterminds attempted to teleport here. At that moment, Alkin took action. Enveloped in immense energy, he stretched out his hands and gently squeezed the two spatial rifts. The gaps that had once felt like mortal wounds were instantly healed. However, one Mastermind finally arrived, bringing with him a vast and deadly psychic energy and his guards, appearing in the hangar.

Then, the first and most destructive wave of psychic energy from the Mastermind collided fiercely with Alkin's psychic energy. Although the Emperor's servants were powerful, they were still inferior to the Mastermind in terms of psychic energy. Under the protection of the Traveler, with the Emperor's servants' strong bodies and tenacious spirits, the force they could withstand was only enough to offset the opponent's first big move. After that, it would be up to Dorn and his legion.

Two streams of spiritual energy like tides collided in the air. The light blue spiritual energy and the green spiritual energy disappeared in the moment of collision. Alkin, who had overused spiritual energy, fell from the air and fell into a coma. Although the main brain Thorn Thorn also suffered huge damage, he could still fight. Behind him, a large number of war machines and Randan warriors were ready. The two sides will have a decisive battle in this hangar that covers several square kilometers!

"Protect him, and we'll take care of the rest," Dorn said, looking at the hovering Mastermind, a figure the size of a Reaver Titan. However, as he picked up his chainsword, he suddenly realized he had no way to deal with it... He couldn't just charge in with his chainsword. Dorn could be stubborn and reckless at times, but he wasn't stupid! On the contrary, he was a tactical genius!

"Time for some action! Tell the Silver Guard Titans to finish off this abominable xenos!" Dorn commanded. With that command, the turbo-lasers of two Warhound Titans unleashed a heart-stopping roar, and several beams blazed towards the hovering Overmind in the distance. However, these beams, powerful enough to easily destroy a super-heavy tank or a fortress, were blocked by layers of energy shields. At this point, the Overmind was a powerful psychic being, a war machine fused with psionic power and technology. In some ways, it was the psychic Titan of the Randan xenos, only even more powerful!

Having easily parried the blow, Thornthorn struck back. Its massive, brain-like form pulsed with terrifying psychic energy, distorting even the very fabric of space. Its long tentacles pointed at a Warhound Titan. A moment later, its void shield buckled, its immense energy causing even the Machine Spirit to scream in terror. The shield, powerful enough to withstand a heavy tank's attack, was shattered in a flurry of lightning and explosions. Then, the Warhound Titan's thick armor was shattered. A powerful bolt of psychic energy struck its left arm, severing its twin turbolasers. Over the next few minutes, like a ferocious predator, Thornthorn tore the Warhound Titan into a tangle of twisted steel. He then turned his attention to the second Titan.

At this moment, a Reaver Titan was ready to attack. While its opponent was distracted by other targets, a forbidden weapon from the Dark Ages was aimed at this terrifying entity. Every legion possesses some forbidden weapons, and as the Emperor's personal guard, the Imperial Fists are no exception. These weapons are part of Dorn's confidence in facing these terrifying entities!

As the Overmind was on a rampage, a specially designed vortex missile flew towards it. The moment the Reaver Titan opened fire, the Overmind's superior awareness had already registered the incoming attack. In a moment that even Space Marines couldn't match, the Overmind reacted. Energy and psychic shields enveloped its massive form, awaiting the blow. Based on his experience, as long as he defended with all his might, this attack would be as ineffective as fireworks.

However, this technological relic from humanity's golden age surpassed Randan's expectations. The missile exploded like normal ammunition, but the resulting spatial rift actually penetrated the shields! Both the psychic and energy shields were powerless against the sudden spatial rift! A sudden spatial rift appeared within the Mastermind. Unimaginable energy shattered space, shredding the Mastermind's outer armor and its resilient tissues. A body capable of withstanding a tank's main gun was easily ripped apart by the spatial rift, its remaining tissue swept into the subspace and disintegrated into nothingness. The intense pain caused the Mastermind to let out a heartbreaking wail. The spatial rift continued to expand, seemingly on the verge of severing its target in two!

"He's dead." Dorn, resisting the piercing blow, a hint of a smile crossed his face. "I've finally won. The aliens' cunning is nothing more than this, a joke!" Meanwhile, because the main brain had been severely damaged, the rest of the Randan Legion was also being ravaged by the massive mental backlash. Seizing this opportunity, the Imperial Fist launched a counterattack. Everything seemed to be going as Dorn had predicted. However, the Randan main brain's actions proved to Dorn that he had been too naive!

With a flash of light, the huge main brain disappeared from the spot. A moment later, the main brain, dragging half of its body, appeared several hundred meters away. At the most critical moment, the main brain successfully escaped from the damage area of ​​the vortex weapon. The main brain, which had recovered its breath, was no longer interested in playing with the ants in front of him. He wanted to kill all these ants in the most cruel and direct way!

A dozen remaining tentacles, covered in fleshy thorns, danced through the air. The enraged mastermind once again unleashed a soul-freezing scream, regardless of the cost! As an invisible energy field roared past, hundreds of human souls, save those within the anti-psychic field, were instantly extinguished. They fell to the ground in a heap, their hollow eyes devoid of life, their distorted faces betraying the horror of the previous blow. Even those protected by layers of tanks and mecha knights could not withstand the blow.

The powerful main brain began to charge forward personally, with countless tentacles either shooting out psychic lightning or simply tearing the opponent apart. A large number of Randan legions came to attack, and it seemed that the defeat of the battle was only a matter of time.

"My brother, you don't look well." A deep, steel-like voice sounded in Dorn's ears, and a portal suddenly appeared at the edge of the battlefield. Perturabo, wearing heavy armor and holding the Hammer of Olympia, was followed by a large number of iron ring robots. Through the increasingly large portal, one could see groups of Iron Warriors soldiers and a large number of tanks, mechas, and even Titans behind him!

"A small gift for you, filthy xenos." Perturabo pulled out a gleaming polyhedron and tossed it forward. As the polyhedron expanded, the extinction machines hidden in four-dimensional space strode forth. Soulless and fearless of psychic energy, they opened and closed their machines, unleashing powerful phosphorus fire weapons, annihilation cannons, and gravity weapons like the terrifying fangs of a behemoth. The killing machines of humanity's golden age had never failed their masters. Countless beams and missiles hurled themselves at the Randan army, blasting the Bone Eaters into atoms!