Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 331 Knight's Charge
The ice field trembled, and the millennia-old frost cracked amidst the roar of steel and thunder.

The massive cracks exploded like lightning beneath the knights' iron hooves, the flying ice crystals refracting a blinding cold light in the sunlight. The imperial knights' charge was like a blazing power sword, piercing into the surging green tide with overwhelming force.

Each knight mech transforms into a burning spirit of vengeance, carving a wild trail across the battlefield.

The ion shield flickered violently amidst the barrage of orc bullets, each energy ripple accompanied by the painful roar of the machine spirit within the cockpit.

The shrieks of shield overload rose and fell, intertwining with the battle cries of the knights to create a deathly symphony.

A knight's shield collapsed under continuous bombardment, but it still staggered forward.

Each roar of the molten cannon tore through the air, and the blazing white torrent of energy evaporated swathes of green skin.

The acrid, pungent mist instantly condensed in the extreme cold, transforming into countless green ice crystals that scattered like sharp blades in the shockwave of the explosion.

"For the Emperor!" The commanding knight leading the charge roared with heart-wrenching fury over the communication channel.

This battle cry ignited the fury of all the knights, and the machine spirits roared deafeningly in resonance, even the steel frame of the cockpit trembled.

The knights no longer maintained their formation, but transformed into streaks of burning lightning, charging towards the enemy with the most ferocious momentum.

The hydraulic joints of the knight mech emitted a groaning, metallic writhing sound in the extreme cold, while the overloaded servo system spewed out scalding steam.

The ion shields flickered in the sub-zero temperatures, like the last gasps of a dying warrior, but this did not hinder their advance in the slightest.

Sparks flew from the leg joints of a knight as it knelt on one knee, yet continued to bombard the enemy with its molten cannon.

The Warboss on the back of the Oklin Dragon let out a deafening laugh, and with a swing of its thick arm, dozens of "super cannons" simultaneously spewed out destructive flames.

These crudely made cannons fired burning metal fragments, leaving deadly trails in the air.

Amidst the barrage of shells, a knight was directly hit.

The ion shield collapsed amidst the blinding arcs of electricity, and the adamantite armor twisted and deformed under the subsequent barrage of fire.

Scalding hydraulic oil gushed from the ruptured pipeline, rising into a foul-smelling green mist on the snow.

But the knight did not fall; he continued his charge, dragging his broken body, the chainsaw still burning in his hand.

The remaining knights, like wounded beasts, launched an even more ferocious attack.

The chainsaw blades sparked dazzlingly as they tore through enemy armor, and each swing of the power claws sent shards of metal flying everywhere.

When the orc war machine, severed in half, exploded, the shockwave instantly vaporized the surrounding snow, creating a brief steam storm.

The knight's mech's feet crushed across the battlefield, each step accompanied by the deafening clang of twisting metal and the screams of the orc boy.

What splattered was not blood and mud, but green ice shards instantly frozen by the extreme cold.

Just as the greens were frantically attacking the knight mechs, the Lemanrus Annihilators of the 7th Armored Regiment suddenly burst out from the icy rift on the flank.

The tracks of these steel behemoths crushed millennia-old ice, and the black smoke from their engines left long trails in the cold wind.

The electronic buzzer for muzzle calibration was completely drowned out by the roar of the engines, and the main guns of more than twenty Leman Russ tanks simultaneously spewed out deadly tongues of fire.

The salvo of armor-piercing rounds was like the scythe of death, precisely slashing at the Oklin Dragon's left leg joint.

When the first volley of shells hit, dazzling sparks flew from the corroded armor plating. Multiple tungsten-core armor-piercing shells struck the same spot in succession, carving spiderweb-like cracks into the thick armor.

With a piercing shriek like metal tearing apart, the armor plates on the giant beast's legs finally gave way and shattered like broken glass, exposing the writhing muscle bundles and tendons as thick as steel cables inside.

Foul-smelling green blood gushed from the wound, instantly congealing into sharp blood crystals in the extreme cold.

The Oklin Dragon let out a deafening roar of pain, the intense agony causing the enormous creature to lose its balance completely. It staggered and knelt on the ice, sending shards of ice flying like shrapnel around it.

Dozens of green-skinned boys, unable to dodge in time, were riddled with holes by the flying ice crystals, their severed limbs tracing crimson parabolas in the air.

"Well done!" The armored company commander excitedly slammed his fist on the inner wall of the turret, making the sights buzz.

He saw the target fall through the oil-splattered observation window and immediately roared into the communicator: "Load the molten metal shells! Aim at that bastard on its back!"

But the cunning Warboss had already leaped off the giant beast.

Its studded steel combat boots sparked as they scraped across the ice, and its power claws tore through the armor of a reconnaissance vehicle the moment it landed.

It used its powered claws to pierce the ice to stabilize itself, and the metal claws, wrapped in electric arcs, ploughed three charred furrows into the permafrost.

The combined gun on his right arm emitted an overloaded hum, with more than a dozen barrels spinning simultaneously, spewing out death.

Three Chimera armored vehicles exploded in an overloaded green beam of light, and the blazing fireballs illuminated the entire snowfield.

Melted metal fragments and debris scattered everywhere, leaving charred marks on the pristine snow.

At that very moment, the Warmaster-level Titan stationed on the position sounded a deafening war horn—"Divine Machines, Charge!"
The heavy steel giant feet left deep scorch marks on the ice field, and the melted snow water evaporated into white mist at the feet of the forty-meter-high Titan.

Its shoulder-mounted missile pods suddenly opened, and twenty-four armor-piercing missiles roared into the sky, their tail flames drawing fiery red trails in the gray sky, like shooting stars tearing through the heavens.

The shockwave from the explosion ripped off large sections of the behemoth's carapace, revealing the gnarled flesh and stark white bones beneath.

The Oklin Dragon let out a painful roar, struggling to get up, but its head was firmly pressed against the Titan's left arm by the plasma incineration cannon—

"In the name of the emperor, exterminate them."

A dazzling torrent of plasma poured into the behemoth's eye sockets, and ultra-high-temperature plasma raged within its cranial cavity. The Oklin Dragon's body convulsed violently, and a molten crimson light shone from beneath its skin.

The next second, its body exploded with a roar, its acidic blood splattering and then condensing into emerald green ice crystals in the cold wind.

The surrounding orcs watched the giant beast fall, letting out desperate howls; some scattered and fled, while others charged madly.

But their struggles were in vain—the Titan's right arm psionic cannon roared once more, and the suction of the warp rift swept across the battlefield, pulling in the remains of orcs and behemoths alike.

When the light faded, only scorched marks remained on the snow.

Amidst the smoke and fire, Warboss, having lost his mount, used his power claws to tear open the cockpit of a Sentinel mech.

A cunning glint flashed in his single eye. He grabbed two orc corpses and hurled them at the pursuing knights, then used the explosion as cover to leap into an ice crevice.

"Pursue!" Just as a Commander Knight gave the order, Chen Xi's cold command came through the communication channel: "Abandon the pursuit, all units immediately retreat to the Ruins defense line!"

On the holographic sand table, more red dots are emerging from beneath the ice.

(End of this chapter)