Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 107 Ran Dan: This blue can is so fierce
The psychic shield of the entire city, generated by the psychic generator that Ran Dan was proud of, was able to defend against the attacks of light spears falling from low-Earth orbit and last for a long time until Ran Dan's troops devoured the hairless monkeys that remained in low-Earth orbit.

This problem has been proven countless times in past collisions with the Imperial fleet, and the safety of the psychic shield is beyond doubt.

But it was this habitual inertial thinking that caused the Randan vanguard army to suffer a devastating blow.

The lava bomb thrown from an altitude of ten thousand meters was like a bullet fired at high speed. With a "pop" sound, it penetrated the psychic shield that the Randan people were proud of.

At an altitude of 121 meters above the battlefield, the robot brain in the missile body detected the optimal air-blast height and detonated the lava bomb. A fierce firestorm suddenly rose in the center of the city occupied by the Randan people.

Like a brilliant and beautiful fireworks show, mushroom-like vortexes of fire rose above nearly half of the planet's surface.

The legions of lions and smurfs pressed forward step by step, and the balance of war began to tilt.

Faced with the empire's relentless pressure, the Randan people also took a desperate attitude, offering sacrifices and making lives, and the chanting of the High Heaven echoed.

One after another, these determined warriors fell here, and their presence will never be seen again in the rest of history.

But the giant of the Empire was so huge that even if they tore off a few fragments, the remaining legionnaires would immediately fill in the gaps.

Among the Randan people, some knowledgeable people realized the end of destruction. Holding on means extinction. The sharp blades of the lions and the guns of the Extreme Warriors had already been pointed at their throats.

They need to retreat!

The wise Randan people had already figured out the characteristics of each of these enemies. Just like those stupid colors, they stubbornly stuck to their own characteristics, or shortcomings.

Search for the right person.

A little bit of provocation, a little bit of seduction, a little bit of clues, deliberate conversations and showing weakness, the loyal eldest son really turned his attention to the siblings who were already on the list.

Human superiors are characterized by arrogance and sarcasm. They are used to being superior in front of their slaves, so they are unable to humble themselves and communicate with their peers.

On a high-pressure battlefield, this is enough to tear a tiny gap into a chasm.

Rumors eventually became truth, brothers turned against each other, and even on Ran Dan's battlefield, these wild monkeys did not forget to swing their sticks at their comrades.

The goal has been achieved. Taking advantage of the gap when the alien races were killing each other, a branch of Ran Dan successfully escaped from the battlefield. In order to conceal their tracks, the number of ships in this fleet was not large, but the soldiers on it were the elite among the elite.

Just as the Randan people were preparing to board the ship to escape from this death planet, three huge mechas descended from the sky and blocked their escape.

Descending behind these three huge mechas were the blue-painted Ultramarines. These tall Ultramarines looked so small in front of the Centurion mechas. Even the tall Primarchs were inferior to them.

The warrior loaded in the Centurion mech standing in the center C position is none other than Galen Crownguard who is playing tricks on the little cat Ryan Johnson.

The Primarch's height of three meters and five was too conspicuous. Standing among a group of Ultramarines, he stood out like a crane among chickens. Ryan Johnson was no fool, so he could naturally find his brother hiding among the Ultramarines.

Fortunately, Galen moved several sets of Centurion Armor from Doravek's warehouse and brought them to the Glory of Macragge. The huge exoskeleton of the Centurion Armor could perfectly cover the Primarch's conspicuous size.

The Centurion Armor was presented to the great Lord of Demacia, Lux, by the planetary lord of Costa.

They have been sitting in the warehouse of Doravek, and have not seen the two major wars, including the Battle of the Wheel of Fire and the First Plague War. Because the mechanical priests found that the centurion's machine soul was too warlike and bloodthirsty, they believed that it was the will of the God of All Machines to suspend the service of these war machines.

Every day, mechanical priests would anoint them with holy oils, affix purity marks, and chant hymns to purify their warlike nature.

On the opposite side, Lord Randan silently analyzed the battle situation. One must not underestimate the enemy, as arrogance and relaxation are always taboos on the battlefield.

The high mobility, high combat power, and psychic talents of the Randan people do not give them any advantage in fleet battles, but if they join in close combat! Face-to-face fighting and blood! They will show these deformed monkeys what a fighting nation is!

In fact, the most suitable tactic for Ran Dan would be a surprise leader decapitation battle. Ran Dan can use psychic power to control the enemy's leader and then issue orders to disrupt the enemy's army.

Chief Randan stared at the huge armor standing in the C position with his eyes slightly narrowed. He commanded his brave warriors to rush forward to fight with the deformed monkeys, while he looked for opportunities from the side to control the monkey king.

Then, Chief Randan saw a horrifying scene. The joints of the mecha that he identified as the Monkey King suddenly opened, and a giant blue can that was much taller than the other blue cans jumped out of the armor.

The giant blue can wielded an exquisite azure blade, beheading its proud elite warriors like chopping melons and vegetables.

Before a lord dies, he can use all his psychic energy to scream, which can even immediately reverse the situation of the battle. This is their last trump card and also a symbol of the Randan people's taming of fire.

But just now, it just chopped off the head, and nothing happened? ? ?

The huge amount of psychic energy guided out from the subspace was like a stone thrown into the sea at the body of the strange blue can. Lord Randan eagerly hoped to see even the slightest ripple on the water.

It was in despair. The strange can suddenly seemed to have taken stimulants. It was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up everything that was not nothingness. The Psychic Roar turned into a deadly joke in front of it.

Does the empire still have such a powerful weapon of war?

Leader Randan knew the class divisions of the empire, and this canned man wearing a helmet was definitely not the so-called Primarch.

Because he was wearing a helmet.

It guessed that the only possibility was that he was a company commander or company champion.

Oh my god! A company commander or company champion can slaughter thousands of its elite warriors and several psionic lords alone.

How powerful are those Primarchs who stand at the pinnacle of the Legion.

God?
Chief Randan muttered to himself.

Then, it let out the last death scream of its life.

Gululu.
A huge head fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood made a dull sound when hitting the ground.

"Master Primarch, the Dark Angels are coming!"

"Fuck! Quick, bring my Centurion mech over here!"

(End of this chapter)