Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 327 Titan's Unrivaled
With a deafening explosion, the massive Warmaster-class Titan, like a god descending from the heavens, smashed through the ice layer on the surface of planet Kherson III.

The forty-meter-tall steel behemoth revealed its majestic form amidst the swirling ice crystals, its armor surface shimmering with psionic runes that emitted a faint blue glow in the polar winds.

The divine machine is deployed, striding forward to destroy everything.

Each time the Titan's heavy metal feet landed, it caused an earth-shaking tremor, and the ice plains cracked like a spiderweb beneath its feet.

The moment this war machine from ancient technology appeared, it sent shivers down the spines of the entire battlefield.

Upon its debut, this super war machine, with unstoppable force, used its dual laser cannons on its knees to shatter several Killer Tanks that were charging towards the Imperial Army's positions.

The precise high-energy beams were like the fingertips of death, each one hitting the core of the orc war machines with pinpoint accuracy, blasting them into burning scrap metal.

Immediately, the shoulder-mounted missile launchers of the Warlord-class aircraft roared to life, and dozens of missiles streaked out, blasting the rampaging orc vehicles and the monstrous Vajra into a chaotic mess.

The explosions created a continuous burst of light, illuminating the icy plains as if it were daytime, and shattered orc parts scattered like raindrops.

But that wasn't all. As two plumes of smoke rose from the Warmaster-class aircraft, two Apocalypse-class missiles were launched with a destructive shriek, slamming directly into the ancient behemoth that was advancing toward the Imperial Army's position.

These devastating weapons, capable of destroying cities, traced deadly arcs through the air, aiming directly at the vital points of the orc war colossus.

Only then did the Sovereign-type plasma incineration cannon installed on the left arm of the Warlord-class complete its energy storage, and the blue energy gathering at the muzzle resembled a star about to explode.

With a deafening roar, a beam of azure plasma tore through the air and crashed into the ancient behemoth, which was even larger than a Warlord-class weapon, with overwhelming force.

The explosion of the two Apocalypse-class missiles knocked off the Ancient Giant's Void Shield. Although the Orks had installed more than one Void Shield on this thing, the power of the Apocalypse-class missiles still caused the Ancient Giant's Void Shield to overload, creating a gap of several seconds before the new Void Shield lit up.

This brief window of time is the crucial moment that will determine the outcome of the battle.

This Warlord-class tank seized this precious and crucial opportunity, and its plasma incineration cannon accurately hit the frontal armor of the Ancient Giant.

The scorching plasma instantly melted through the orc's rough metal armor, leaving a shocking molten crater on the giant's massive body.

"It seems that plasma cannons are more powerful for long-range combat. Luckily, I switched weapons." At this moment, Chen Xi was on a warship in orbit, overlooking the entire battlefield.

This time, he did not personally control the Titan, but let the crew do it themselves.

Before redeploying the general-level commanders, Chen Xi made specific adjustments to the weapon systems.

He removed the right arm's power claw, which was originally equipped with a gravity implosion cannon, and replaced it with a sovereign-type plasma incineration cannon.

The decision now seems incredibly wise—a beam of azure plasma bombarded the ancient giant's hideous body, leaving shocking molten scars.

Judging from the results, it is indeed more damaging to the ancient giant than the gravity cannon.

While plasma cannons are slightly less effective at penetrating armor than gravity weapons, their sustained high-temperature ablation effect is more pronounced against targets like ancient junk, which are made up of a jumble of metals.

Thick smoke billowed from the massive crater created by plasma melting on the ancient giant's body, which was welded together from the armor plates of a wrecked starship.

Boiling plasma flowed along the edge of the pit, heating the surrounding metal until it glowed red-hot, yet the steel behemoth remained standing.

"Truly a tenacious creation," Chen Xi squinted, noticing that beneath the melted armor layer of the ancient junk, thick energy conduits and a reactor shell emitting a green glow were vaguely visible. Although the plasma cannon had caused considerable damage, it was far from a fatal blow.

Although the Ancient Giant looks like a colossal creature cobbled together from scrap metal, garbage, and the madness of orcs, with its rough outer armor covered in rust and crooked welding marks, its defensive capabilities far exceed the impression it gives.

Beneath those seemingly randomly stacked metal plates lies a meticulously designed energy distribution system by the orcish tech masters, while the WAAAGH force field covering its entire body provides it with extraordinary protective capabilities.

Under the bombardment of the Warmaster-class Titan's plasma incineration cannon, the azure plasma beam, powerful enough to vaporize an armored company, struck the Ancient Titan's frontal armor, but only melted a huge crater in its body, which was made of scrapped starship armor plates.

Boiling plasma flowed across the surface of the ancient garbage, burning out glaring orange-red marks, but it failed to penetrate its core structure.

The orc war colossus merely shook its boiler-turned-head and let out a deafening roar, clearly indicating that the damage it had sustained was far less severe than it appeared.

At this critical moment, the psionic cannon on the right arm of the Warlord-class warrior finally completed its charge.

With a chilling hum of energy, a jet-black beam of energy ripped through the battlefield, tearing a subspace rift in the ancient giant's "face" made of scrap metal.

The rift twisted and writhed like the mouth of a demon, frantically devouring everything around it.

The last time a Warlord used this weapon, the Space Necromancer's meticulously arranged doomsday formation was instantly swallowed up by the warp rift.

However, the ancient orcs displayed astonishing resilience—their innate psionic affinity made the WAAAGH field exceptionally effective against warp erosion.

Although the rift tore apart half of the ancient giant's body, snapped off one of its mechanical arms, and even shaved off most of its head, the steel behemoth still stood firm.

Even more terrifying, the giant with only one arm still managed to fight on with his broken body.

Its body, pieced together from scrap metal, emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound, and broken cables and hydraulic pipes splattered black engine oil, yet it stubbornly maintained its fighting posture.

The orcish techmasters' frenzied "I think" power pushed this war machine beyond the limits of physics. The remaining mechanical arm emitted a tooth-grinding metallic twisting sound, forcefully aiming the "super cannon" modified from a ship's cannon at the Warmaster-class Titan.

This massive weapon, which should have required a complete power supply system to operate, miraculously completed its recharging even while damaged.

The muzzle flickered with unstable green arcs of electricity, and a buzzing sound of energy overload emanated from within, yet it still fired an astonishingly thick beam of green energy towards the War Commander-class.

The attack, imbued with WAAAGH energy, ripped through the battlefield, striking the Titan's frontal armor precisely. This caused the multiple layers of Void Shield to flicker violently, and the energy readings instantly surged to the danger zone.

The shield generator emitted a sharp alarm, and several secondary shields even temporarily failed due to overload.

This orc war machine proved that even with only half its body remaining, it is still the most dangerous killing machine on the battlefield.

Its single eye flashed with a crazed green light, and its broken metal jaws opened and closed as if emitting a silent mockery.

But that was the end of it. The Void Shield on the ancient giant, who had lost half of his body, had become ineffective, and the energy distribution system that the Tech Masters had carefully designed had been completely destroyed in the previous battle.

Without the protection of the Void Shield, it is nothing more than a large target for a Warmaster-level psionic titan—a steel wreckage about to be completely destroyed.

(End of this chapter)