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Chapter 335 The Galaxy's Cruelest Test (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

"kill!"

The Dark Angels force, centered around several hundred knights, began to disperse. Led by Kai, they engaged the enemy in close-quarters combat, while the steel warriors who had been at the forefront crumbled upon contact with these knights who also came from ten thousand years ago.

Clang! ! !
The steel groaned, and a steel warrior knelt on the ground as the surging blade sliced ​​it in two without hesitation.

The Dark Angels arrived too suddenly. The Iron Warriors were still focused on clearing all the passages. Looking at the army formation that had been squeezed together by the attacks from both sides, Kai smiled bloodthirstyly.

He kicked up dust as he leaped several meters, with a neat array of shields in front of him and siege warriors on the high wall to his left, their plasma blasts vaporizing the defenders on the inner side.

But more dark angels emerged from the teleportation light, raising their swords.

Kai took the lead, his exquisitely crafted sword, forged by the Lord of Knights, radiating a dark blue energy field as he thrust forward.

Click!

The boarding shields were pierced, the armor was torn apart, and a gap was forcibly torn open in the dense defensive formation, allowing more and more knights to crash into the gap.

boom!
The Iron Warrior fell to the ground, splattered with blood, and was quickly engulfed in the ruins. Then, the Deathwing Terminators that arrived from the teleportation beams deployed their formation, with bursts of light from incendiary weapons and super-incendiary plasma constantly widening the breach.

By breaking through the formation in this way, the entire Dark Angels force split in two, extending breaches to the left and right sides along the ring-shaped city wall area, and cutting off the reinforcement routes of the enemy army outside the fortress.

Arthur stood atop the battlements, surveying his surroundings and exchanging information with Romulus.

They exchanged information about the fleet's position hovering above the Antarctic landing site during the space battle, analyzed the projection area of ​​the chaotic fragments, and then looked for an opportunity.

"The commando team shall withdraw immediately after placing the beacon."

A few minutes later, Arthur gave the order.

"Roger that!"

The Holy Blood Angels Commando immediately carried out the order, abandoning further penetration into enemy territory and decisively choosing to withdraw.

Watching the Blood Angels return to the inner side of the wall after their assault, Arthur uploaded the coordinates he had calculated and then issued another order.

"Turn off the Void Shield Generator and enter cooling mode in advance."

The Void Shield's eerie glow dimmed as it lost its power supply, and a large amount of artillery fire that had previously been intercepted began to cover the shattered walls of the Peacock Fortress.

Everywhere there were sounds of artillery fire and the clash of weapons.

Arthur calmly observed the losses and finally gave the order.

"Corrected bombardment coordinates for the Tianyan Fortress".

The anti-aircraft guns were laid flat.

The thunderous roar made all other sounds give way.

Some people looked up as if they were watching a meteor shower, a sight that only happens once every few centuries.

boom!
A massive plasma plummeted, and several kilometers away, the outer ring of the wall, the entire advancing torrent of steel belonging to the Iron Warriors, vanished without a trace.

Only the jagged edges of the concrete and the twisted, broken steel bars remained, still radiating a high-heat red light, submerged in molten lava, billowing thick smoke.

Boom!

Another shell struck the ground hundreds of meters away. After a brief explosion, a huge fire cloud rose into a mushroom shape, causing the air to churn, and more debris rained down.

and also--

A continuous barrage of shells flew in.

The artillery support troops, which had been continuously pouring fire at the fortress, were all engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

That was the firepower coverage from the anti-aircraft artillery array of the Fortress of Apex.

The planet's gravity can interfere with the trajectory of physical projectiles, and even anti-aircraft guns can provide surface fire support when necessary. However, in the past, these artillery arrays, which lacked the control of Astartes and Mechanicus, were usually unable to perform such complex calculations.

The four defensive fortresses at the Antarctic landing site are not arranged in a regular geometric pattern. The Apex, as the most solid barrier, is located in the most prominent and dangerous area, which also allows it to project its firepower to a wider area.

Arthur initially did not expect to defend the area, because he not only had to take care of the frontline defenses, but also the unstable factors such as the Four Gods.

Perturabo, true to his name, had personally experienced the most brutal battlefield trials of the Great Crusade. Their battlefield command was among the best in the universe. Before draining the blood of the Chaos forces, they endured pressure that could crush them at any moment.

The war was intense, and it was difficult to select a qualified commander. In such a chaotic battlefield, everyone had their own post and everyone had their own responsibilities to fulfill.

Resources are meant to be allocated to those who can utilize them; a legion is not a consumable for you to test your command talent.

Therefore, Arthur initially did not intend to allocate many resources to a fortress that was easy to attack but difficult to defend.

Then, in Azrael's report, he noticed an old man who had been surprisingly placed in the second-line support troops.

Amidst the thick smoke of battle, Arthur took one last look at the still-roaring Amygdala fortress in the distance before departing with a sense of peace.

He made the right choice.
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"Reset the launch data and continue air defense."

"The Second, Seventh, and Eighth Battalions will advance to the N-72 area defense line, with a company of Astartes providing support."

"The twelfth and thirteenth battalions will go to support the S-23 front. Tell Orlando not to get entangled, but to advance along the ruins of the second ring wall and then launch a northward assault."

At the Astartes Command Center, Commissar Alex was beaming with pride, assisted by several Astartes.

Astartes continuously provided him with data details, and he only needed to rely on these results to make his own judgments.

There is no need to consider what will happen after the war, what the compensation will be, or how the soldiers will be treated after losing him.

He only needs to focus on the battlefield.

People come and go, data is exchanged, and the details on the battlefield are summarized and processed, ultimately all converging on one person in the center.

His battlefield.

Both sides come and go.

The warhammers formed by the Astral Army and Astartes converged into a deafening roar after a million hammer blows, halting the indestructible power that the Iron Warriors prided themselves on, and shattering the unshakeable.

The siege armor and wave-like offensives clashed with the layers upon layers of defensive lines.

Both sides were like exchanging pieces, continuously sending their soldiers into the meat grinder.

The Astral Army, the Dark Machine Guardians, their respective followers, and even the Astartes vanished without a trace, like stones dropped into water.

"The outer ring of the Tianyan constellation's defensive perimeter has reached 57% in terms of incapacity. The 72nd, 98th, and 43rd Armored Regiments of the Cadian Assault Army have been wiped out, as have the 4th and 5th Companies of the Holy Blood Angels and the 3rd Company of the 13th Expeditionary Force of the Black Sanctuary. The defensive perimeter is gradually shrinking to the inner ring. The initial assessment of casualties on the mortal front is 40 to 1. Due to special factors within each Astartes, the statistics are still being compiled."

Alex paid no attention to the casualties, focusing instead on reporting the final results.

"The Fortress of the Apex remains impregnable. The defending forces are conservatively estimated to be able to maintain their hold for more than a month. The air defense array continues to operate at its highest efficiency, with interception success rates of 90% and 80% in the eastern and southern regions, respectively, far exceeding the overall average interception success rate."

Alex smiled.

This proves that the sacrifice was worthwhile.

The neat and clear results outlined the most accurate situations on the battlefield in his mind, and then he would make a judgment.

His three hundred years of experience had allowed him to witness any unexpected situation, whether described in the military affairs manual or not.

Thirty years of change have enabled him to clearly understand what kind of army he commands and what kind of country he is loyal to.

The combination of these two factors, along with the talent to survive countless battles for three hundred years, will give an army unprecedented vitality when a political commissar who has proven himself over countless years devotes himself wholeheartedly to battlefield affairs.

The battlefield is the best place to test a commander's ability.

The battle lines and casualties do not lie.

They coldly scrolled through the numbers, revealing the stark difference between the two sides.

It's just war, nothing but war.

The galaxy's cruelest test is either glorious victory or humiliating defeat.

Alex put down his summary, then stood up, took the report, and devoted all his energy and enthusiasm to the next task.
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boom!
In the void, atop the Glory Queen of the Conqueror, belonging to the World Eaters, a fist filled with rage slammed into the edge of the blood pool, causing the entire bridge to tremble under its master's fury.

Angry from shame.

(End of this chapter)