Warhammer, about my years with the Wolfpack

"So, you give the Legion a limited fleet, but maintain dependence on the Imperial Fleet in naval battles? Is that right? In the future, you will let Space Marines serve as administrative personnel or even planetary governors to allow for a better integration between the two. In the future, Space Marine bureaucrats will only be a mark of origin, not a different kind of people, is that right?" Baldur said with a smile.

In fact, if the Great Crusade hadn't happened, Guilliman would have made excellent arrangements for the future of the Ultramarines. A large number of Legionaries would have been incorporated into Ultramar's administrative system as bureaucrats and technicians. In the background, Guilliman had already begun planning this long before. For example, his heroes also took on administrative duties for their respective planets, managing both the military and administrative affairs.

The same was true for another special formation, the Ever-Victorious Legion. They were not just a group of elite warriors, but also possessed command skills and other technical skills to assist the Primarchs and the Heroes. Relying on these two systems, Guilliman gradually integrated his Legion with Ultramar.

It's a really good idea. In fact, it's one of the future paths for Space Marines. After all, Space Marines' prowess isn't just in combat; they excel in other areas as well. And because they don't have offspring, they're less prone to nepotism. However, all of this was ruined by the Horus Heresy.

"You are truly exceptional, not only in military matters but also in government, Your Excellency Balder," Guilliman said with some emotion. Balder's words were exactly what he had been thinking. He felt as if he had found a soulmate. "Rather than the Legion's modest gains, I value the development and future of Ultramar as a whole. From a military perspective, this approach does pose some problems, but I believe that every loss has its own merits. This arrangement will benefit Ultramar and the Imperium."

"If one day, when you take off your military uniform, you will also be an excellent politician. So, are you still ready to convince me now?" Guilliman said with a smile. Obviously, in Guilliman's view, he had already told Balder that this was a political issue, not a military one. So, Balder should not dwell on it anymore, right?

"I take off my uniform. When I take off my uniform, I become a god!" Balder complained in his heart. However, Balder's next answer surprised and disappointed Guilliman. Balder decided to increase his output and tell Guilliman a truth: military is a rigorous discipline, and if some basic principles are violated, there will definitely be a heavy price to pay. How to put it, Balder decided to let Guilliman see the darkness of the galaxy!

Honestly, Baldur had originally planned to not involve the Ultramarines in the Battle of Randan. After all, the distance between the two sides was quite large, and Guilliman could handle the logistics and provide a steady supply of equipment to the front lines. At other times, Guilliman could simply engage in attacks on weaker enemies. But Baldur now felt that Guilliman's understanding was flawed! It needed to be corrected. Some things, after all, can't be simply explained; they require personal experience.

Honestly, in the background, Guilliman and his Ultramarines don't seem to have faced any particularly formidable foes. At least nine Imperial Legions participated in the Battle of Randan, including the confirmed Dark Angels, Sky Wolves, White Scars, Raven Guard, Death Guard, and Alpha Legion. Horus fought Ullanor, the Iron Warriors fought the Hrud, and the Blood Angels battled the Eldar, who were quite formidable. Even the Adeptus Maelstrom's psionic Titans were deployed, and the Blood Angels paid a heavy price. But the background doesn't mention any encounters with particularly formidable xenos.

Chapter 194 Draw your sword, Guilliman!

Baldur believed that many of Guilliman's ideas were naive, and he underestimated the darkness of the galaxy. This led to many problematic decisions, with the Grand Feast being the biggest one. Therefore, Guilliman must be made fully aware of the darkness of the galaxy and the horror of the xenos, and must not commit such a crime again.

As for what would happen if the Space Marines caused further trouble after the Heresy? If the Imperium and the Gods of Order had prevailed in the Heresy, then nothing would have been a problem, as the Primarch would still walk the earth. Even if there were a problem, could a few individual Space Marines cause trouble and stop the God's arrival? By then, it wouldn't just be the Legion of the Damned!

And even in the background, it doesn't make sense to attribute the Great Heresy entirely to the Space Marines. The Empire's poor governance of some planets and the Mechanicus, whose leaders defected, were also major factors in the rebellion. Then why is no one talking about demolishing Mars? So, Balder deeply detests the so-called Thousand-Man Festival!

"Guilliman, you will regret this, because you have incorporated too many political considerations into your military management. This is wrong." Balder's tone was calm, but his words were merciless.

"I have witnessed too much darkness in the galaxy, many of which cannot even be explained by reason or our current knowledge system. We have too many enemies, and you have underestimated your opponent. Many aliens require us to go all out, and even use forbidden methods to solve the problem. But your actions have dulled your sword, which is a mistake." Balder said.

"So, this is one of the reasons why you came here? I heard that Russ was once an opponent of Dorn and taught the Seventh Legion a lesson, and now, are you ready to teach me a lesson too?" Guilliman said with a smile.

He wasn't angry; Guilliman wasn't one to tolerate dissent. He also wanted to see how Balder, now that he knew his intentions, would convince him with a maneuver. Guilliman suspected he might lose this time, but he was confident that, given his skill, even if he did, it wouldn't be too disastrous. Besides, wasn't all this part of his father's plan? Guilliman also wanted to see if this renowned Supreme Lord Commander was truly as formidable as the legends said.

Then Guilliman took out the simulated sandbox combat plan that Dorn had prepared for him. It was a simple space encounter that did not take into account the planet's defense facilities and the influence of the harsh astronomical environment. From an objective point of view, it was completely fair.

"This plan is quite good," Balder said after taking a look. "But it doesn't seem to address some of the finer points."

"Yes, some things are difficult to define. After all, we are just simulating a battle, not actually fighting. What role can psychic energy play in a large-scale battle, and how to fairly allocate the fleets of both sides, all require careful consideration." Guilliman said.

"We can first run some simulations, for example, to examine the difference in combat effectiveness between the two sides in a boarding battle. After conducting a field simulation, we can set parameters and then implement them into the exercise," Bader said. "As for the psychic battles between fleets? We won't need them this time. The Space Wolves will not use psychic powers in the artillery battles between fleets."

"What the hell?!" Guilliman was still wary of the Space Wolves' completely unconventional psychic magic. And this time, Baldur actually proposed not using psychic magic at all. This really surprised Guilliman. "How confident are you?" Guilliman thought to himself.

"Well, if Your Excellency wants to add fleet combat psychic options in the future, we can talk about it again," said Guilliman.

"It's not necessary this time. Let's talk about it later." Balder said indifferently.

"This is how I plan to simulate a large-scale fleet engagement," Guilliman said, handing Balder a document detailing the rules of the simulated engagement.

How do you simulate a fleet battle between two legions? Do you really think it's just a matter of two people manipulating it manually, like in a later Gothic Fleet game? Clearly not. In fact, this simulated engagement is going to be quite complex.

First, let's talk about fleet size. Since this is a simulation, it can be larger. Including escorts, both sides have fleets totaling around 300 to 500. For context, the Space Wolves fleet is a little over 300, while the Ultramarines fleet is closer to 500. Because the Ultramarines' warships are smaller and their individual performance is somewhat inferior, a certain amount of force has been added to compensate.

Each warship will be staffed with key personnel, such as the Captain, Mechanicus Magos, Weapons Officer, and Boatswain. Each person will be immersed in a simulated warship operation in a room. This will then be used to form flotillas, squadrons, and so on.

The entire combat environment simulates actual combat. Guilliman and Baldur, as fleet commanders, will be responsible for formulating the overall battle strategy. However, once these orders are passed down, the effectiveness of the battleship engagements between the two sides will depend on the performance of the commanders of the individual ships. Thanks to the powerful Cogito engine array, even the single-ship and small-scale fleet engagements in this exercise can be closely replicated. It can be said that at this level of simulation, conventional technological engagements can be largely replicated.

But some things aren't so easy to do. Artillery battles are relatively easy; you just input the firepower and defense of both sides and simulate them through a mathematical model. But boarding battles are more complicated. After all, boarding battles are full of random elements, and the combat effectiveness of the officers and soldiers on both sides is something no one has ever encountered before.

Some might have suggested that if the number of boarding crews on both sides were equal, their combat effectiveness would be the same. This suggestion was unanimously opposed by Baldur and Guilliman. Their reasoning was simple: Why do you think I can't defeat them?!

Guilliman had studied the Space Wolves' skirmish tactics. In his view, it was simply a matter of relying on Centurion Terminators and Iron Wolf Battle Mechs, capitalizing on their larger size to force a decisive blow. Guilliman had also devised a countermeasure: deploying oversized Dreadnoughts and Terminators aboard his warships.

What if a regular Terminator can't defeat a Centurion Terminator? Simple, just send more. What if the U-Regiment doesn't have Iron Wolf battle mechs? Then send in Dreadnoughts! Everyone's weapons are similar, and taking advantage of Baldur's delays, Guilliman has strengthened the training of the fleet's boarding crews and prepared a boarding team specifically to deal with their Wolf Regiment counterparts.

"Then let's conduct a practical test of boarding and counter-boarding first." said Bader.

"I support this idea," Guilliman said with a smile.

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"Grod, is everything ready?" In Guilliman's office, the Primarch personally met with the officers who were preparing to participate in the boarding battle exercise.

"Everything is ready, Primarch. We have specially formulated plans and equipment for this engagement. All of us are the best at small-scale combat and street fighting in the Legion, and in order to deal with the big guys of the Space Wolves, we have also equipped the officers and soldiers of the Legion with an excessive amount of heavy weapons and equipment. Moreover, the mortal troops participating in the exercise have also received corresponding training and can play a role of surprise when necessary." The captain of the Primarch's guard, Dracus Grod, reported confidently.

The springboard exercise involves each side deploying a battleship, simulating a close combat scenario. Since shields are quickly depleted in close combat between ships of the same tier, neither ship deploys shields. Furthermore, neither ship engages the other with its guns, though some weapons used against assault boats are available.

So how many Legionaries would be appropriate for such a battleship? Ultimately, the two sides agreed on 500! Yes, you read that correctly: 500 Legionaries and their accompanying weapons aboard a single battleship. (This number is admittedly a bit high, but not outrageous, considering that in the 40K era, a single Space Marine Battle Barge could accommodate three companies, or 3 Legionaries. The battleships chosen by both sides were slightly larger than average, so 300 Legionaries were ultimately assigned. Furthermore, the accompanying Dreadnoughts, tanks, and other equipment were also overstaffed.)

"I suggest arranging a few more knight battle mechas." Ionid Hill, the Primarch's attendant, suddenly spoke up.

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Eben Ferrien, the hero beside Guilliman, said hesitantly. Everyone in the Ultramarines wanted to win this war, and both sides had made numerous subtle moves. For example, the reduction in the size of the force to 500 was a minor move.

Could a Legion man 500 Space Marines and overstaffed armored units per battleship? Of course they could! But this wouldn't be practical. Because realistically, the Ultramarines couldn't possibly maneuver that way! A battleship with 500 men, 10 ships would have 5000 men, and a cruiser with 100. Many troops would be concentrated on specialized landing ships, not on the gunboats of the battle line. The Ultramarines currently number fewer than 5. And it's impossible for all 5 to be in the fleet at once; some would always be rotated in or carrying out other tasks. In actual combat, even 300 men per battleship would be rare.

As for equipment, to counter the Space Wolves' hordes of Centurion Terminators and Iron Wolf Battle Mechs, Grod equipped each soldier with a plasma gun, melta bombs for practice, and an over-representation of Terminators. This was even more true of tanks, such as the Siskaran and Typhon siege tanks. This essentially prepared them for large-scale armored assaults and urban combat within the warships.

As for the so-called ordinary sailors mentioned above, they are also elite mortal troops who have undergone rigorous training. The level of equipment is basically comparable to that of the Solar Auxiliary Forces! The boarding force of both sides is understandable. 500 elite Space Marines with several thousand Solar Auxiliary Forces! With this boarding configuration, everyone is really afraid of it.

(Battleships are huge. When Plexiglas and Boss Pi were fighting at sea, Titans even boarded them. Of course, they were attacking Boss Pixiglas's flagship, the Iron Blood. It would be difficult for Titans to operate inside a normal battleship.)

However, while everyone desperately wanted to win, there were still limits. For now, at least, Guilliman hadn't planned on deploying Knight Titans inside the battleships... As for deploying super-heavy tanks? That wasn't possible, as weapons like the Baneblade and Brutal Blade tanks weighed over 300 tons. Ordinary assault boats couldn't accommodate such a large vessel!

"In fact, if the Knight Titan can be placed in some large assault boats in a kneeling position, heavy tanks cannot be placed in conventional assault boats. However, if there are a few of them deployed in a hangar or similar wide area, the defensive effect is also very good. It can still be used to block some main roads in the warship." Grod thought for a while and said.

"Sir, when you discussed with Lord Bader, you did not say that this type of overweight vehicle cannot be used. Since there is no ban, we can use it." Hill said.

"Then let us inform Lord Balder," Guilliman said after a moment's consideration. As Hill had said, the restrictions on heavy vehicles only mentioned Titans, but didn't specify whether Knight mechs and super-heavy tanks were also prohibited. From a tactical perspective, the greater the number of heavy weapons in the army, the smaller the tactical advantage of Centurion Terminators and Iron Wolf mechs would be, and the greater the advantage for his side would be. Guilliman was eager to win.

"Okay, I will inform the Space Wolves of this news." Grod said.

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"Well, Guilliman, you asked for this." Baldur was rather amused and embarrassed after receiving Guilliman's message. Honestly, Baldur really only intended to achieve a small victory in the boarding exercise this time, not to make things too complicated. But Guilliman had gone a bit too far, even deploying heavy tanks and knight mechs. How badly did he want to win? Baldur declared that he would not tolerate Guilliman's actions. It was time to let Guilliman experience the terror of psionic power and technology!

"It's not enough to just use the Giant Mech. We need the Giant Psychic Mech," Balder said, stroking his chin. As for the Psychic version of the Giant Mech, what should we do? That's easy! We can still build one now! Adding a temporary operating system for the Rune Priests, Balder decided that this battle must not only be won, but also won beautifully!

The interior of the Giant Mech is originally constructed of psionic bone, allowing for smooth transmission of psychic energy. The Space Wolves also possess solidified psionic crystals, serving as a psychic reservoir. Drawing inspiration from the Eldar's Ghostly Prophets, Balder could easily create a psionic-operated, spell-casting Giant Mech, powered by psionic crystals, without mass production. He could even use "artificial psionic stones" to equip the Juran Mech with a "soul AI." Of course, these ideas couldn't be perfected in a hurry, but winning this battle wouldn't be a problem.

The Rune Priest Wardmaker became the first Psychic Giant Mech pilot.

Chapter 195 Boarding Battle 1

Before the exercise officially began, Baldur and Guilliman arrived at a space station. In the tactical command hall, all monitoring and command equipment was ready. The two men looked at each other, each seeing the full intensity of battle in the other's eyes.

After Guilliman informed Baldur that he would be deploying super-heavy units in the exercise, Baldur quickly replied to Guilliman, expressing his agreement and listing the units that would be participating in the exercise, along with their relevant data. Then Guilliman saw the giant mecha that made its first appearance!

"This thing is great!" Guilliman's eyes lit up the moment he saw the giant mecha. After all, who wouldn't like a knight mecha that could fly and was compatible with both melee and ranged combat?

"This kind of mecha should be the first time it appears. We have never seen similar equipment in previous battles," said the servant next to him.

"It seems the Space Wolves are serious this time too." Thinking of this, Guilliman looked over to Baldur, who was communicating with his subordinates in the distance. "Did we go a little too far this time and piss them off?"

According to the intelligence Guilliman had gathered, the Space Wolves might appear wild, but they often showed mercy. They avoided awkward situations. Even during exercises with the VII Legion, only Russ arrived, not Balder. But this time, judging by the equipment the Space Wolves had brought out, Guilliman had a vague feeling their opponent was getting angry. And this time, Guilliman's guess was spot on.

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"I never imagined that a new weapon would be put to the test for the first time on a training ground," Santo whispered to Felix beside him. Because this was a Space Wolves and Ultramarines exercise, officers and soldiers from other legions were not participating. They could only be spectators.

"My lord, you might want to do something ruthless this time." Felix said, looking at his colleagues in the Ultramarine Legion in the distance.

"Why?" Santo asked curiously.

"It is said that the two lords have some differences in their military-building philosophies. For two excellent commanders, a little verbal conflict is actually insignificant, but if there is a problem with the military-building philosophy, both sides may try to convince the opponent. At this time, the exercise is no longer a simple test of the level of the officers and soldiers, but a battle of ideas between the two commanders." Flix, a veteran of Terra, has a deeper understanding of this aspect than Santo.

"This is going to be something exciting." Santo pretended to be watching the show, but in reality, he was mentally assessing the strengths of both sides. Honestly, after spending time with the Ultramarines, they gave him the impression of mediocrity. Technically, they were average, tactically, and without much distinction. If the Iron Hands and the Ultramarines were to engage in a head-on attack of equal strength, Santo would be confident of defeating them. As for the Space Wolves? To Santo, they felt unpredictable. Their tactics, equipment, and even their psychic abilities were full of uncertainty; there was no telling when they might surprise the enemy!

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"The time is almost up, Lord Balder," Guilliman said, looking at the clock.

"Then let's get ready, a big show is about to begin." said Bader.

"Yes, a big show is about to begin." Guilliman nodded and said, and as time passed, both sides entered the final preparation stage.

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"Are you all ready?" said Dracus Grod, the commander-in-chief of the Ultramarine.

"Everything is ready. All the personnel who are going to take part in the first wave of assault are already in place. The interior of the battleship has also been arranged. Important departments such as the command bridge, reactor, ammunition depot and engine room have been deployed with sufficient defense forces, and we have also left enough mobile forces. In addition, in order to fight against the Space Wolves' psykers, we have also selected the best think tanks from the entire legion." said Orfeo Kassanda, who is in charge of the battleship's defense.

"The Space Wolves are good at psychic powers. They will probably use large-scale psychic teleportation in the first wave, and they are often equipped with some special weapons, such as various poisons against mortals. We must be careful and start with defense." Grod had obviously consulted the Space Wolves' previous battle records and made corresponding targeted preparations.

"Don't worry, we have prepared gas masks for everyone, and toxic gas monitoring devices have been installed in the ventilation ducts. If an accident occurs, it will be cut off immediately." Hill said.

"So when will our first wave of attack begin?" asked Kasanda.

"Defend first, then attack. The Space Wolves are well-known for what they are." Grod's plan emphasizes stability. To put it bluntly, it is to defend first, use the home advantage to consume a wave of opponents, and then launch a defensive counterattack.

On the other side, the Space Wolves also made their final preparations and launched the first wave of attacks after the exercise began!

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With a teleportation that was almost impossible to catch, Surt and his brothers successfully entered the Ultramarines' warship. With the help of psychic cover, this small-scale teleportation was completely shielded. In addition, the location of entry was some secondary areas. Neither the Ultramarines' psychics nor the technical monitoring equipment discovered the opponent at the first time.

"Boss, go up two decks from here and we will go directly behind a node. I can feel the enemy's souls in this defensive node, several Space Marines and a large number of mortals." The accompanying rune priest said to Surt.

"We can make a hole here, then enter the air duct, turn into a nearby maintenance passage, and go up one deck, and we'll be right under their feet." An Iron Priest mapped out the attack route on a data board. Since both sides were using Imperial warships, their internal structures were no secret. And the Space Wolves emphasized unconventional paths!

The Iron Priests deftly used their meltacutters to slice through the adjacent steel plates in just over ten seconds. Then, Surt and his team sprang into action, quickly ascending two decks to reach the base of this defensive node. While the Ultramarines had installed gas sensors in the ventilation ducts, they weren't cameras after all... They also hadn't anticipated that the first to enter the battleship would be a group of special forces specialists...

"There seems to be something down there?" An Extreme Marine suddenly said to his colleague. His keen hearing allowed him to feel the slight vibration under the deck.

"How could this happen?" Another colleague also stopped and listened carefully. Suddenly, the entire corridor shook violently! The entire floor collapsed! The two Ultramarines fell before they could react, and were caught by the Wolves below deck!

"Oh no! What happened?" Everyone in this defense node was stunned as the Centurion Terminators emerged from the ground. After a brief exchange of fire, the remaining three Ultramarines were killed by a surprise attack, and the following mortal guards were quickly mowed down. A force of several thousand men was too few for this 10-kilometer-long warship. Most nodes consisted of a small number of personnel and a large number of sentry guns, mines, and the like. And when the enemy took an unconventional approach, this system completely failed. Even more tragically, thanks to the Iron Priests' efforts, this defense node's artillery would soon be trained on their former masters!

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"Damn it! Five of our defense nodes have been breached, blocking access to the reactor from the outside world! The Space Wolves are going to attack the reactor!" a staff officer declared. Such a large-scale operation was quickly noticed by the Ultramarines, but unfortunately, not fast enough... By the time they realized this, the Space Wolves' first deep strike had already achieved their intended tactical objective, isolating the reactor's defenders from the outside world.

"How did they get in? Couldn't our psychics and surveillance equipment detect them?" Grod said with a grim expression. He had already made preparations!

"The Space Wolves' psykers were better. They concealed the small-scale psychic teleportation and chose to break through from secondary areas. The route they chose was also very unique. They opened a path between the deck and the wall!" said Hill.

"Immediately send the mobile forces to reopen the road. The Space Wolves' main force is coming!" Grod ordered.

"What about our troops already on board the assault boats?" Kasanda asked.

"Let them withdraw. We must first protect our own warships." Grod ordered.

Then, just as he expected, with flashes of light, groups of Centurion Terminators and Iron Wolves appeared around the reactor and began to attack the cabins near the reactor.

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"Damn it, we're under attack! Iron Wolves, lots of them!" a veteran Ultramarines guarding the reactor shouted to his superiors. Meanwhile, in a relatively open area, a group of Iron Wolves and Centurion Terminators, supported by accompanying drones, launched an attack. The Ultramarines, however, relied on their Dreadnoughts, fortifications, and autocannons to put up a desperate resistance.

Relying on surprise attacks and superior firepower, the Space Wolves used laser cannons and missiles to quickly mow down the outer mortal forces and advance towards the core area. The Ultramarines, in turn, were unwavering in their use of Dreadnoughts and tanks to forcibly block the enemy forces from entering. Three Siskalan tanks, five Dreadnoughts, and swarms of mortal soldier-operated defensive artillery completely blocked the road to the core area, leaving neither side in a position to do anything to the other.

"Get ready!" A Space Wolves commander gave the order after taking a look at the defensive position in the distance that was constantly spewing fire snakes. Then, six Rune Priests immediately began to prepare the magic circle. As the magic circle took shape and the core power crystal was inserted, a thick psychic fog began to spread to the opposite side. This psychic fog directly reduced the visibility of the opposite side. What's more, the technological equipment was also affected, and frequent false alarms and missed reports began to appear!

"Let's go and kill Y!" Taking advantage of the spreading psychic mist, the Centurion Terminator, equipped with melee weapons, quickly engaged the enemy, while several other Rune Priests followed closely. Before engaging in hand-to-hand combat, they wanted to give the enemy a surprise!

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"Think tanks, disperse the smoke immediately." The Extreme Legion was also prepared. The think tanks immediately began to guide the casting of spells. Psychic energy was extracted from the subspace and then injected into the thick fog in the distance. However, not only was the effect very mediocre, but more importantly, these think tanks who temporarily broke away from the cover were targeted by the opposite side!

This smoke is effective against both enemies and us, affecting both normal vision and technological equipment. However, how could the Wolves, versed in psychic powers, not consider the possibility of spellcasters on the other side? Therefore, within the universal smoke, some Wolves equipped themselves with psychic scopes, which were said to be able to detect powerful spirits, such as psykers casting spells!

"Puff!" An Extreme Think Tank, having just finished casting a spell, suddenly felt something push him hard, instantly flung several meters away by the immense force. Although the weapon was using a soft-tipped projectile and the opponent was armored, it still felt like being struck by a hammer. Then, the affected Think Tank's power armor automatically locked, signaling their "death."

"It's a sniper! The other party can see through the fog!" However, the reminder from the teammates next to him was a little too late. In a very short time, the few extreme think tanks assigned here were accurately eliminated.

"The psychics on the opposite side have been almost cleared out. It's your turn. That's enough." The commander said to the rune priest next to him.

"Be sensible," the Rune Priest nodded. Two minutes later, under cover of fog, the Rune Priests closed in on their target, and then a series of ineffective shrieks echoed through the enclosed space. Powered by specialized psychic amplifiers, the soul-deepening psychic screams blanketed much of the distant positions. The unsuspecting mortal legions had never witnessed such a scene before. Even with the Space Wolves restraining themselves, most felt dizzy and nauseous. The weaker ones naturally fainted. Many Space Marines also felt ill. After the psychic screams, at least 2% of the mortal soldiers were incapacitated. By then, the melee-enhanced Iron Wolves and Centurion Terminators had already rushed over!

"Prepare for defense immediately, they are coming!" A company commander saw a blurry figure rushing out of the smoke. He and his colleagues immediately drew out their power swords and prepared for hand-to-hand combat. However, what greeted them was the oversized shotgun in the hands of the centurion. The dense bullets fired in a fan shape beat back these guys who had just rushed out of the cover...

Chapter 196 Boarding Battle 2

"No... martial ethics." Before the power armor was locked, the company commander looked at the guy in front of him with trembling lips.

Accompanied by the dense crackle of shotgun blasts and the roar of armor, the Space Wolves were as relentless as a knife in close combat. The Centurion Terminators in the front row held shields in one hand and melee weapons in the other, while the Terminators in the back wielded grenades and shotguns. Protected by the shields projected by drones, they swept through the Ultramarines' positions like lawnmowers. If nothing unexpected happened, the reactor was about to be captured.

At this time, the Space Wolves who were responsible for intercepting reinforcements on the periphery also successfully blocked the opponent's attack, but their methods were a bit shaky.

"Push the Brutal Blades up!" Hill gritted his teeth as he watched the autocannons and bolters in the distance continuously spewing fire snakes. Breaking through the narrow area was indeed a problem. The enemy's firepower was basically blocked. Initially, Hill had planned to emulate the Space Wolves and break through certain compartments to bypass them. However, the enemy was also well-prepared. Whether through battlefield surveillance equipment or psychic prophecy, they always managed to block their path. Then, on the narrow road, a tactical squad soldier encountered a fully armed Iron Wolf at a corner! As soon as they emerged, they were riddled with bullets.