Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 311 The Power of the Psionic Titan
The gravitational rays swept across the entire battlefield like the scythe of death, distorting space wherever they passed.

Any target struck by this eerie green beam, whether a high-speed locust destroyer or a towering black obelisk, underwent a terrifying deformation in an instant.

Their metal shells emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, rapidly collapsing and deforming under the powerful force of gravity, and finally being compressed into twisted metal spheres.

These once fearsome war machines are now being kneaded at will, like clay in a child's hands.

When gravity reaches a critical point, they are like toys crushed by a naughty child in a fit of anger, turning into twisted clumps of scrap metal amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing.

Despite the Space Necromancers' renowned technological prowess far exceeding human comprehension, shield systems capable of withstanding this level of gravity weaponry are clearly not feasible for every combat unit.

Although the Necromancers of the Space have advanced technology, and powerful Necromancer units can withstand gravitational ray attacks, it is clear that even the Necromancers of the Space have not reached the point where they can equip every Necromancer warrior or vehicle with a shield that can withstand gravitational rays.

Moreover, even with shields, the power output of a single combat unit like a Necromancer or a Locust Destroyer is far from sufficient to counter the main weapon output of a Warlord-class Titan.

In fact, there are very few units capable of directly confronting a Titan on this level of battlefield.

Even those beings classified as war behemoths or titans must remain highly vigilant when facing warmaster-level titans.

A single tactical mistake could result in them being pulverized by the devastating firepower of a Warlord-class Titan.

(Data from version 9 of the game; version 10 of the game has a score of 3500 points.)
Only units of the same level can stand against a Titan.

The destructive power of this psionic titan on the battlefield far exceeds that of conventional models.

When Chen Xi unleashed his psionic lightning, the entire battlefield instantly transformed into a living hell.

The long-brewing psionic storm finally arrived, turning the airspace within a 50-kilometer radius into an eerie purplish-red.

Tens of thousands of bolts of lightning poured down from the dark clouds, exploding into countless dazzling plasma sparks on the metallic surface.

This deadly energy originated from six powerful psionicists within the Titan's psionic combustion chambers. Their psionic power was extracted and amplified through the Ciricrux Anima psionic converter, ultimately transforming into this devastating storm of lightning.

Each bolt of lightning contained terrifying energy enough to vaporize steel. The Necromancer's combat units exploded one after another in the lightning, melting into bubbling pools of molten metal.

Although this indiscriminate area-of-effect attack consumes a lot of resources, it is undoubtedly the most efficient way to clear out the hordes of undead minions.

Wherever the psionic lightning storm passed, swarms of undead warriors turned into boiling molten metal, and the ground beneath their feet was scorched into glassy crystals.

While such devastating attacks would rapidly deplete Titan's energy reserves, this clearing efficiency was clearly more in line with Chen Xi's needs than simply firing at the endless stream of low-level units one by one.

He had no interest in, nor any need to, waste too much time on these low-level combat units.

These undead minions are nothing but cannon fodder; they don't even deserve to make him take them seriously.

The real battle should be against those behemoths that can shake the battlefield, not waste energy on these ants.

After clearing a section of the battlefield, Chen Xi did not stop his advance; on the contrary, he felt as if he had only just warmed up. The Titan's engines roared, and its massive metal limbs pounded the ground, causing the earth to tremble with every step.

His fighting spirit was rising; he craved a battle that would truly allow him to give it his all.

"I wonder if there's anything worthwhile on this planet, Necropolis. Otherwise, it would be so boring if I finally managed to save up enough points to get a Titan, but there's no worthy opponent." Chen Xi muttered to himself, seemingly feeling that crushing the minions like this was a waste of the precious power of this psychic warlord Titan.

What he wanted was a fierce and exhilarating battle, an opponent who could truly make him feel threatened.

Ideally, it would be a Titan-level unit like the Archangel of the Underworld, allowing him to experience the pinnacle of necromancy technology; a colossal boulder would also be acceptable, as such an ancient war machine would be enough to shake the earth; Chen Xi even wanted to test whether he could defeat a fragment of a Star God—those terrifying beings that once devoured stars, even if they were just fragments, they would still possess the power to destroy planets.

It seems that if one could sever the head of the Star God fragment, it would surely be a heroic feat worthy of remembrance and glory...

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, another powerful psionic attack struck, instantly clearing Chen Xi's mind.

"Damn it, the Khorne kobolds have also attacked me? What's going on? Have those two filthy bastards, Khorne and Slaanesh, discovered me?" Chen Xi cursed, but then became extremely cautious.

The corruption of chaos is pervasive, and beings like him who recklessly unleash their power on the battlefield are more likely to attract the attention of evil gods.

Khorne favors bloodthirsty warriors, while Slaanesh covets souls that crave ultimate pleasure.

And now, it seems he's been targeted.

Although neither his physical body nor his soul truly entered this world, if he were corrupted by chaos or even fell into depravity in this world, no one knows what would happen in the 3K era.

Even if it only affects her mental state, it will greatly trouble Chen Xi.

After all, he didn't want to return to the real world as a madman whose mind was filled with nothing but killing or debauchery.

Although in the 3K era, being belligerent or lewd was not considered a serious problem, it was still disgusting, like being fed excrement.

He must remain vigilant, or the consequences would be unimaginable if he were to be infiltrated by the forces of chaos.

"May the Emperor protect me from being fed shit by those four bastards!" Chen Xi prayed softly, secretly resolving to attend church services at the state church more often in the future. In this world, if he didn't want to be entangled by those four evil gods, the only option was to worship another evil god.

Although emperors don't act like humans in their daily lives, they do love humanity. Worshipping them is truly effective, and the more devout you are, the more effective it is.

As Chen Xi thought this, he used the Titan's oracle array to scan the entire battlefield, searching for any remaining enemies.

Although Chen Xi was still not satisfied, he stopped and did not continue forward.

Without the ignited fighting spirit, Chen Xi appeared much calmer at this moment, and did not make the reckless move of relying on the power of the psychic war general Titan to launch a solo attack on the space necromancer's position.

(End of this chapter)