This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 517 If you've got the guts, then find me another one who can fight!

The city walls that had been blocking them collapsed with a roar.

This fortress, which stretches for nearly 10,000 square kilometers, has two layers of walls.

The walls of Gauguin appear somewhat thick due to their uneven internal structure, low height, and wide horizontal structure.

Inside the wall, there are a large number of fixed firing points, including a super-large dimensional shock cannon that only a master craftsman can build. It is also higher than the wall, allowing dense heavy weapons to directly cover the wall and the open space between the two.

At this very moment, the true masters of this planet—humanity, Astartes, the Imperial Navy, the Titan Order, the Armageddon Steel Legion, and the Surface Wartime Production Association—will overthrow this fortress with their furious desire to defend their right to survival, turning all enemies in their way to ashes.

When a gap appears in the endless city wall, it means that the gates of the beast fortress are wide open.

When the soldiers saw the first section of the city wall collapse, they cheered, and a sense of positivity spread through the ranks. However, under the guidance of the political commissars who were stationed in each company, they quickly suppressed their excitement and began to calmly carry out orders.

Most people are aware of their mission and understand who they are attacking.

Astartes needs to break through and decapitate, kill the Greenskin leader, and break down the defenses.

Special forces, such as assassins, need to destroy the greenskin energy cores throughout the fortress to prevent the greenskins from altering the terrain in my opinion.

The mechanized forces pushed into the city need to further expand their gains, relying on their massive size to tear open the defenses from other areas of the city walls, absorb a considerable number of troops, and engage in the most brutal urban warfare with the Greenskins, completely eliminating the threat through mutual destruction.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Navy, which had seized control of the universe, and the Titan army, which had advanced close and annihilated the ancient giant cluster, were providing these forces with continuous material support to help them achieve their goals.

Boom! ! !

The light spears fell, unleashing bright flashes across the various defensive zones atop the Beast Fortress and the outer walls.

The first wave of fire hit its mark completely, with each landing point resulting in widespread kills.

The front of the Greenskins' renewed defensive charge collapsed. Countless corpses cleaved in half, exploded, and bent backward, tripping up others. The Greenskins in the center, along with their leader, were all vaporized. The Greenskins' charge line bent in the middle, and their flanks crossed the attacked center.

On the ground, the political commissar of the 88th Regiment of the Armageddon Steel Legion shouted out orders, and the legion's mobile artillery quickly filled the widened lines of the tank units, increasing the area of ​​firepower and eliminating the enemy's flanks protruding from beneath the concealed light spears.

The giant cannons of the Mauritanian Wall also began firing at the armored regiment, and the two sides began a devastating close-range fire battle, with dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

The greenskins launched a counterattack against the Imperial Guard.

Loose and disorganized, but still with formidable firepower, bullets flew from all directions toward the city walls, defensive walls, and shields, followed by a more precise burst of fire from the large green-skinned men, whose weapons had dynamic compensation capabilities thanks to the WA field.

Imperial Guards who were too close to the front lines had their heads blown off, chests ripped open, and bodies falling off the city walls. The attackers endured the impact of bullets hitting their vehicle armor, turning their turrets in an attempt to unleash their remaining firepower before the armor was completely torn apart.

Smoke filled the air.

The 88th Regiment pressed into the towering Maoist wall with an extremely resolute attitude, but faced with yet another wall, even the human elites armed to the teeth with steel could not help but feel powerless.

Meanwhile, on the other side, although the Greenskins suffered heavy losses at the front, some Greenskins continued to emerge from the smoke and launch a frenzied counterattack.

The fart demons or snot demons launched from the super-dimensional shock cannons kept growing out of thin air from the human side's lines, then exploding, or directly merging with the steel or human bodies through teleportation, causing even more terrible damage.

"Hold your ground or retreat, Colonel?"

"I asked the political commissar."

The Astartes have already gone in first, and the Greenskins probably don't have much ability to counterattack the Gogol Wall. They still have time to retreat back inside the Gogol Wall and establish a base.

"I'm tired of listening to their wailing and howling."

The colonel replied, "I'll consult my superiors to see if we should either tolerate it or go in and chop off their noisy heads."

The legion colonel, who had already secured this area, quickly reported the battle situation and called for reinforcements.

Boom! Boom!
Thirteen minutes after the command confirmed the Legion's attack success and officially responded to expand the victory, a bright teleportation glow emanated from the ruins of the Gogo Wall.

squeak~
A sickening sound emanated from the wall, the steel cables that formed the high wall groaned, and the wall, ravaged by fire, collapsed along with it.

Several light blue Warhound-class Titans emerged from the smoke and clouds, swaggering into view.

The 88th Regiment, which had begun pulling troops out of the Gorky Wall and was preparing to concentrate its attack on the Maoge Wall, quickly surged towards their feet, acting as the Christian Guard and driving away the Greens who were trying to board.

Six Warhound Titans, from the Star Legion that forged the world of Lucius.

The Titans produced by Lucius in the Forge World are currently the only divine machines with the ability to teleport on the ground. Their unique machine spirit and mobility technology are still being researched by various parties and have not yet been fully popularized, even after Lucius chose to open source them.

But this does not prevent the Star Legion from appearing here.

Over the past few decades, something extremely counterintuitive has happened.

That is, as the Wings of Dawn gradually made contact with the independent armed forces of various Forging Worlds and began to gradually distribute the forces concentrated in the Forging Worlds to the surrounding worlds, the defensive pressure on each Forging World did not increase but decreased.

Research methods were standardized, knowledge reserves were centralized, and personal armaments were disarmed. The local forging general, the stationed Astartes, and the Imperial Navy admiral strangely discovered that they only needed a fraction of their military strength compared to the past to complete the defense of the forging world, and it was much easier than before.

As various forging worlds frequently responded to the call of the Dawnwing, gradually cooperating and opening up their knowledge, the Titan Order also joined the Empire's war, stationing themselves in various important Imperial worlds and actively responding to requests for support from the surrounding areas.

The Star Legion happens to be one of them.

Six warhounds began their rapid advance, and between them, a slightly cumbersome general-class Titan moved slowly, its silhouette silhouetted against the backlit dust, its emblem gilded by the sunlight.

The city wall began to tremble.

They reached the outer fortifications and poured in from between the broken stone blocks and concrete retaining walls.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling storm of crossfire tore the fortress apart from the ground.

Like a performance, the destructive beams fired by the Warhound Titans melted through the walls, turning the greenskins inside, along with their fortifications, into ashes, leaving a trail of holes that continued to appear on the city walls.

Then, Titan's earth-shattering cannon struck the base of the city wall, causing the hundreds-of-meters-high wall to explode.

Fragments flew everywhere, and the 88th Regiment, which had been blocked, suddenly found itself with nothing in front of them. The corps colonel quickly organized the troops to rush into the forty-meter-wide crevice.

At the command center's request, the Titans of the Order quickly transformed into defensive teams. Four Warhound-class Titans strode down the collapsed ramp and opened fire to eliminate anyone who dared to climb the wall, while another Titan covered his companion with the edge of his shield and continued to fire at the enemy.

The green-skinned corpses began to pile up under the city walls, half-buried in the mud and slimy wastewater among the scrap metal like piles of dead leaves.

The charge was broken, and the greenskins began to retreat, their faces filled with terror, utterly routed.

With absolute power.

What do you think, Tushan?

The salamanders followed closely behind the fearless wolves as they charged into the ancient fortress. Their primary objective was to annihilate the greenskins whose lines had been broken.

Noticing the ever-growing gap behind him, Ragnar, covered in blood, asked Tushan, "Three hundred to one?"

Battle casualty ratio.

"Three hundred and fifty, or maybe four hundred."

On the way back to Tushan, the Stormbringer's warhammer collided with the power claws of a greenskin warlord, and dazzling sparks flew from the bright blue disintegration field.

Around them, apart from a small number of Space Wolves grouped into six-person teams, there were more Salamander companies.

These large, green-clad men weren't in a hurry to snatch the heads of the green-skinned warlords. Instead, they focused on filling in the gaps left by the wolves' bold breakthroughs, eliminating the green-skinned forces, and creating a safe environment for the later mechanized troops to deploy.

If death is inevitable, then their role is to give more people who are about to die a chance to see tomorrow.

"The political commissar is leading the way."

Ragnar replied, raising his axe and cleaving the heavily armored behemoth in two from head to toe. The chill of the Frostfire weapon quickly froze the severed remains into ice sculptures, and a wild smile spread across his face.

"I hope he can stay ahead by even more."

Tushan replied simply, using his heavy Terminator shoulder armor to block the warlord's power claws, then swung his Stormbringer warhammer with both hands, smashing it towards the green-skinned warlord's head.

Every move is fatal.

Clearly, compared to his concern for mortals, the warband leader's anger towards the greenskins was equally intense at this moment.

I don't know what to say.

Because the Beast Wars came so suddenly, the last battle of Vorkan in this fortress was fought by the Ultramarines and the Crimson Fist, and the Salamanders didn't even have the chance to be by their father's side and couldn't stop his death.

Now, they have finally embarked on the path that the father of genetics once walked, but it has been more than eight thousand years since then.

"As a memento, my friend, you shall give the order."

Noticing something, Ragnar noticed the legion steadily entering the rift behind him and spoke:
"please."

"Yes, platoon leader."

Tushan swung his Stormbringer warhammer, feeling its assist system obey the helmet's automatic senses, and aimed at a weak point of a advancing greenskin.

He ignored the Greenskin warlord's feints, watching as the servo system within the Astartes armor, forged in the crucible of war and infused with the wisdom of countless Mechanicus sages, locked onto the same target.

"For humanity, my fellow human beings!"

he shouted.

The green-skinned warlord flew heavily out of the air.

"For humanity!"

They shouted in unison and charged into the fortress behind the towering giant.

Clearly, teams were constantly entering and rapidly deploying, but the rift remained as if still, surging forward like water entering a laminar flow.

They had no idea that this was the palace of the Beast Emperor thousands of years ago, nor did they understand its high strategic value, but like everyone else around them, they only needed to follow orders.

For a better tomorrow, they need to eliminate these enemies.

Now, under countless beams of destructive light, the thick city walls have vanished. The rest will be handled cleanly and efficiently.

Click!

Tushan, the Fire Dragon, the Master of the Forge, and the company commander of the Fire Lizard, wielded his warhammer, smashing the green-skinned warlord before him into pieces.

They could move on to the next place and destroy the next group of enemies.
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"We can't let the shrimps have their way."

Behind the Greenskin battlefield, the Bonebreaker led his gang of leaders to the emergency evacuation window and solemnly addressed Beast Gimmed.

"We can't just walk into the net like that; the shrimps are definitely thinking about something."

"Insufficient teleportation time."

Beast Kimmed shook his head, emphasizing that other methods of escape would probably not be as effective.

It can indeed perform galactic-level teleportation, but there are some subtle differences now.

boom--

The massive explosion shook the steel plate beneath their feet.

Below, a group of tech lads repairing an overloaded energy system suddenly rioted, and some of them seemed to be fighting for some reason.

It started as a brief argument, which quickly escalated into a physical fight.

Then, a few unlucky souls were unknowingly planted with bombs and rolled into the core, resulting in a deafening explosion.

Another energy core lost its chance to function completely after ten thousand years.

The struggles between green-skinned people are often difficult to control, but it shouldn't have gone this far.

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Watching the Calidus assassins leave triumphantly, and with his hard-won energy core completely destroyed, Beast Kimid had no energy left to curse those kids.

These mimicry shrimp are so annoying.

“I remember they couldn’t have invested this much before.”

The Bonebreaker was also feeling exhausted and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I remember liking those mimicry shrimps a lot. Now they fight with us like they're special forces guys, like they're free."

The beasts tilted their heads; their biggest problem was that they underestimated the power that the shrimp commander could wield.

Previously, each department of the empire basically did its own thing; it was nothing like it is now.

"We can only wait for the beast to activate."

It looked at the ten-meter-tall beast, now completely renovated under its iron shell.

The snotty creatures, which served as energy, were continuously fed into the furnace. The leaders had been stuffed into various parts, and they controlled those areas with their brains. With the support of the WA force, they gradually merged with the beast emperor who had fought against Volkan back then, emitting roars that rose and fell.

“I know, now we’re just waiting for the canned goods to arrive, and we have to find a chance to stop them.”

The Bonebreaker threw away those still babbling nonsense.

The Astartes' relentless breakthroughs are also the key reason why they can't spare any energy. Now, they really need to think carefully about how to teleport away.

The goal of reclaiming Amigidoton is definitely doomed. Before Beast Gimedes could even finish repairing the energy core, they were in an unusually rushed situation throughout the entire Beast Lord's territory. Moreover, it seems that the shrimps, in addition to annihilating them, also carried out some unspeakable secrets.

The Bonebreaker stared at the green-skinned beast mech.

This ultimate fighting force is formed by combining the wisdom of the beast Gimedes with the 22 biggest and most powerful green-skinned leaders selected in the previous chaotic competition.

It's time to give these shrimps a big one.

The Bonebreaker's small, scarlet eyes looked down.

Speak of shrimp, and the canned goods arrive—

Boom!

A powerful shockwave rushed towards us.

Not below, but above your head!
The man who had broken bones quickly looked up.

Several energy shields above their heads had failed and collapsed, and the WA field shield was torn apart like thin silk.

In an instant, enemy firepower tore through the steel and pierced through the walls. Giant solid projectiles swept and rammed the battlements, while heavy laser cannons pulsed through corridors and battle platforms. Orcs were blown into the air by the flames.

Rumble!
A plasma beam shot out and ripped open an entire section of the palace ceiling.

The leader was shouting, but no green-skinned creature could hear his commands.

The air whistled all around.

Its head fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Ragnar, the 'Young Wolf Lord,' shook off the congealed blood from his axe and charged forward.

At this point, the Astartes below broke into the fortress.

Greenskins immediately attempted to organize an attack in front of them, but that was no longer important.

In space, the launch units deployed on Imperial Navy warships, which were engaged in a tug-of-war with the Green Fleet, began to launch shrill 'Sea Claw' type airdrop pods toward the ground.

Some were deflected by the collapsing WA field shield, while others were ignited by anti-aircraft turrets.

However, many parachutes still landed in arcs on top of the city wall, creating deep circular craters in the concrete ground upon impact, before extending sharp claws to firmly embed themselves in the ground.

Some of the drop pods crashed into the walls and fell down, but then caught on the walls and began to climb the steep, high walls, or were ejected into the openings in the top of the fortress that had been cleaved open by heavy fire.

Many drop pods plunged into the interior of the Beast Fortress, not far from the Bonebreaker.

They tumbled among the ruins in front of the city wall, then straightened themselves under the control of gravity, and then spread their unnatural limbs, embedding themselves in the ground like hunters.

Click!

The outer armor plates were ejected, revealing not the canned goods the Greens had anticipated, but rather rows of automatic machine guns.

A large number of automated turrets were deployed, and these machines began the first round of cleansing of the enemy long before the arrival of humans.

The Astartes swarmed out from the fortress, clad in gray-blue and dark green armor, shouting great slogans and firing intently. The heavily armored behemoths turned around from various defensive points and unleashed a barrage of heavy-hitting explosives at the enemy, knocking down the attacking Astartes, but also suffering heavy casualties themselves.

The Bonebreaker gripped a large gun tightly and fired a series of shots at the nearest Space Wolf.

The calculations included the concentrated decapitation of over a thousand Astartes, the concentrated aerospace strikes that had completely destroyed the core defenses of the fortress, and the support behind them, all of which ensured that the charging Astartes would not be blown up by the naval guns and plasma bombs that breached the defenses.

"Activate! Beast Kingmed, activate me!"

It shouted, admitting that the shrimps thought too highly of it.

Run, only run.

"Crush them!"

"I know!"

With a kick, the last sobbing fart demon was plunged into the core, and Beast Kimmed revealed a cruel expression.

"Let those canned goods taste our power."

It slammed its foot heavily onto the beast mech, pulled down the energy port, and the engine that could connect to the subspace and convert all the creatures in the greenskin ecosystem into energy began to roar.

"start up!"

The war machine has been awakened.

No longer even the loud voice of Beast Kingmed was needed. A certain will within the machine seemed to take over the brains of these orc leaders in an instant. The metal beneath their feet stopped trembling and began to surge strangely.

The steel groaned as tens of thousands of tons of structures began to twist and stretch like candy under the pressure of the WA force, before crashing down and scattering a shower of fire.

The air was burned away, and even for Astartes, every breath he took felt like swallowing burning embers.

Boom!

A surge of current mixed with the WA field coursed through it, and the howls of the orc leaders that made up each part of the mech grew louder and louder, gradually coalescing into a single voice amidst the shock of gunfire and explosions.

That was a war cry that felt incredibly familiar to countless Greenskins caught in the chaos.

A battle cry from thousands of years ago, leading countless greens to sweep across the galaxy, a battle cry that forged the Battle Moon to invade Terra, a battle cry capable of awakening the genetic memories of countless greens.

Warboss: The Beast's War Cry.

“waaaagh!!!”
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This is what the universe is like.

Even if the time traveler spent over a hundred years rebuilding the crumbling empire and constructing a modern combat system in this era 40,000 years later, allowing humanity to gain the upper hand in battles against enemies.

However, due to the sheer number of monsters and demons in this universe, and the fact that most of them are unrestrained, a battle ultimately requires a powerful individual combat force to deliver the final blow.

And coincidentally—

Stepping onto the earth, which was gradually heating up physically, Ragnar and Tushan looked at the giant orc emerging from the flames without any fear on their faces.

Whether in the past or present, humanity, as the strongest force in the physical universe, is precisely the biggest beneficiary of this system.

　P.S.: Waaaaaah
　　
　
(End of this chapter)