This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 231 Are you Mr. Tarachin from the Nissilak Dynasty - Solemnas Tomb World?

As the near-ground strike force entered the skies above Forge City, they were immediately greeted by Forge Grand Sage Krik.

The piercing alarms blared throughout the city, and countless defensive emplacements were deployed from the city's surface, powered by geothermal energy sources that connected directly to the earth's crust.

Dense beams of light and missiles intertwined, including annihilation beam weapons belonging to the Necromancers of Space, leaving countless trails in the sky as they attempted to shoot down the human forces that were invading the valuable property of the Mechanicus.

However, this clearly cannot achieve the desired effect.

Putting aside Stormbird's agility, the Void Shield, as one of the few defensive devices capable of withstanding attacks from Necromancer weapons in space, can effectively protect its members from harm before overload occurs.

"Your Highness, please give the order."

"This is what Zabril, who is in charge of battlefield command, reported."

In the midst of the intense firefight, the firing points that had shaped the surface of the city were eliminated.

This is clearly because the Great Sage who forged it did not want the secret to be exposed. The city's defense system appears extremely weak after losing manpower assistance, and the Sage himself may also have encountered trouble.

"Troops land, agreement to proceed."

"Arthur commanded."

Before the Forge City is officially sealed off, the Great Sage of Caul will provide technical support throughout the process.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The most worry-free thing about Dark Angel is—

As long as there is a respected figure to provide strategic command and stable logistics, they can handle the rest themselves.

With Astartes’ exaggerated physical abilities and reflexes, the specially modified Thunder Attack Aircraft began to target the surface turrets one by one with exaggerated maneuverability and speed.

boom! boom!
The gun emplacement flew high into the air, then crashed heavily down the wall, which was dozens of meters high.

This wall isn't some iron plate made of adamantite; it's covered with densely packed fire units, enough to withstand legion-level firepower. But right now, the technical priests aren't enough, and even with the city's master's abilities, he can't activate all the units.

"Take control of the siege artillery inside the tower, activate the Ninth Energy Supply Protocol! Activate the Second Defense Array!"

Seeing his city instantly turn into a sea of ​​fire, the Great Sage Krick roared, his mechanical tentacles trembling as he dealt with the AI's counterattack while simultaneously fending off the 'academic exchange' from the unfamiliar sage.

There is also a type of data pulse that can interfere with the machine soul but is not in its database.

"Oh no, they want it."

boom!
Another earth-shaking tremor ensued as several attack craft rammed into the damaged hull at full speed. The specially designed rams, aided by thermal sprayers, slammed into the walls, causing molten metal to erupt from within due to the pressure.

Several internal passageways of the mechanized city were pierced, data pipelines were physically severed, and the walls of buildings that had been subjected to thermal melting and continuous bombing were finally torn apart.

One-third of the outer wall was demolished, and the heavy internal structure was twisted into a pretzel. The assault boat, still inertia, crushed the Christian guards who had not yet dispersed in the inner passage, and knocked down several automated soldiers before finally stopping on a wide main road.

Wow.
Fragments continued to fall, and the pathways to several important areas were connected through the precise adjustments made by the Dark Angels' 'engineers'.

"For Om Messiah, organize your formation and prepare for battle."

During the sage's secret modifications, the centurion of the Guardians, who still retained some wisdom, coldly commanded, limping toward the point of breach.

"May praise be given to the divine current, chanting between my flesh and metal."

The Great Sage Krik, who was focused on the battlefield, diverted some of his attention.

Just then, he heard the sound of the hydraulic system depressurizing.

The shuttle's multiple modules unfolded, gradually exposing the fully armed soldiers to the defenders.

This is a silent but formidable force; the pride of lions, symbolizing death, has arrived.

Among them were soldiers from other battle groups.

They will follow in the footsteps of the ancient warriors, fighting and learning until the day future chapters need them, and bring back this experience.

"Start, step—"

The Great Sage Krieg's command came to an abrupt halt, and his perspective was instantly cut off.

Inside the passage, intense firepower began to intertwine. Steelwing-driven Castellan automatons served as human shields, providing protection for the Astartes. The Hurricanewing cavalry began a violent advance towards the enemy's concentration point.

The Hurricanewing was one of the six wings of the Dark Angels Legion during the Great Crusade and the Horus Rebellion. It consisted of boarding assault troops and assault troops, and was heavily equipped with boarding shields and Ironclad Terminator armor.

Hurricanewing was skilled in boarding operations, but by the 41st millennium, Hurricanewing had ceased to exist.

"cluck"

Lying on the ground, the soldier, who had long lost the ability to think, continued to bleed from the corner of his mouth. The conflict between internal bleeding and breathing, the commands engraved in his brain and his dying body tearing at each other, made his body suffer greatly before death.

Click!

The heavy armor tracks crushed the poor soul.

The last thing he could see was Flamewing, clad in optical camouflage, gradually disappearing into the thick smoke billowing from the vehicle.

Thousands of warriors quickly dispersed, advancing along the paths carved out by the heat, raining down explosives that shattered enemies one by one. Had these mechanical guardians not been stripped of their neural responses and had not been fitted with nerve plugs, rendering them incapable of even pre-planned tactical maneuvers, they would likely have faced only a group of fugitives.

Everything was planned in advance. After a brief convergence, the iron torrents instantly split into several streams, each rushing toward the Void Shield Generator, the Energy Supply Center, the Armory, and the core of the spire, an ancient civilization relic surrounded by the Forged City.

After investigations by various forces including the Great Sage, the Flamewing Infiltrators, and the Ravenwing Vanguard, the detailed operational plan, approved by the Knight Lord and developed by the Flamewing, has been distributed to every member who should be aware of it.

After the coordinated firepower assault ended, a full-channel jamming was immediately followed, with killing codes capable of interfering with machine spirits and conventional electronic interference being directly injected into the Forging City.

Dark Angels undoubtedly takes speed to the extreme.

Attack from multiple points, sweep through swiftly, and then seize the opportunity to strike at the heart.

Because the mechanical teaching method is very difficult to deal with.

Even though Mars sided with Horus during the Horus Rebellion, which led to a significant reduction in its control over other star systems during the reckoning, resulting in the loss of many technologies and a decline in overall strength, Mars's influence was greatly diminished.

But no one knows what these sages are hiding. The most dangerous things are those technologies that have never been made public and have been buried in history.

So you have to be fast, ruthless, and accurate!
Arthur moved forward in silence, the sound of a large number of mechanical troops converging ahead of him.

He raised his hand, signaling the Deathwings to stop.

Half a minute later, a series of loud noises were heard, and the building structure, which was tens of meters high, collapsed on the spot, scattering debris all over the ground and cutting the main road in two.

Now the mechanized troops could no longer move forward, and the roads were completely blocked.

However, this obviously couldn't stop the Knight Lord, who was now able to freely lead his troops on local leaps.

Arthur looked ahead into the darkness, raised his black sword, and slammed the blade down.

"I surrender!"

Talasin silently watched as several Stormbirds pierced through the rift into the Forge City, leading hundreds of Casterian automatons that 'seemed' to be without cards straight towards the Forge City's Void Shield Generator, their hands raised high.

He hadn't seen anything like this in ten thousand years.

woo-

A stormbird landed directly in front of Tarasin.

The Dark Angels, who were holding their weapons and ensuring they could be activated at any moment, were also quite surprised to see this guy who could move freely in a static field.

The intonation and rhythm of the voice reminded some of the members of the true Lord of the Eighth Legion, Lord of the Black Armor Guard, Jago Severion, whom they had captured ten thousand years ago.

"I am judgment, I am the night, I am justice—"

"And, I surrender."

The voice of a Primarch, with its intonation and rhythm, came from beside him, stirring up memories of the Dark Angel's death.

The same.

Why does it seem like the four Primarchs know everything?

"Lord Ramses?"

Feeling a touch of fate's cruel joke, one of the dark angels asked the Primarch who was with him.

Although they were constantly trying to sew this guy's mouth shut, they still had to give a Primarch the respect he deserved in public.

It really is Tarasin?

Meanwhile, Ramses was also sizing up the guy. The name Solemnas sounded so familiar; in front of someone who knew what he was talking about, he didn't even need to pretend.

And that scepter
The Scepter of Annihilation, though it looks like a necromancer creation, is actually a warp artifact that the space necromancers seized from the Old Ones during the War of the Ancients.

The weapon's offensive function is that when a user kills a creature with it, it releases a subspace shockwave that kills any creatures within the shockwave that share the same thoughts and goals as the killed creature.

The criteria are quite broad; theoretically, the same phrases appearing in different ideas could trigger the trigger.

However, it's not very effective against space necromancers.

This thing can also travel through subspace regardless of distance. During the journey, it will turn into unknown particles and will recombine after the journey is completed, returning to the user's hand.

Therefore, Tarachin always liked to use this scepter even when he was pretending, and showing off in front of those who didn't know better was one of his few pleasures.

"Stay vigilant and do not launch an attack without my orders."

Ramses gave the order, then disembarked first and walked toward the 'mechanical priest' who had raised his hands.

He doesn't use psionic energy unless necessary. He's not like Little Ma, who uses psionic energy to wipe his butt even when he's pooping. It would make him useless without psionic energy.

'But Master Ya's hits really hurt.'

Ramses rubbed his lower back, lamenting how tough close combat was, before smiling at Tarasin, who was curiously examining him.

"Are you Mr. Tarasin, the space necromancer overlord of the Nissilak Dynasty - Solemnas Tomb world?"

(End of this chapter)