Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 495 Attacking the Beast's Den
On the tactical eyepiece, the blinding crimson light of the Delta-7 core flickered violently a few times under the unwavering advance of the Astartes, the deterrent effect of the mortal artillery fire, the cold gaze of the orbital destructive forces, and the fierce attack of the newly deployed air and armored forces. The light dimmed significantly, like the eyes of a dying beast, foreshadowing that its core was about to be exposed to the Emperor's wrath.

High in the distance, the heavy explosive charges on the high point of "Eagle's Nest" were emitting a series of muffled but continuous roars, each firing causing the solid rock platform to tremble slightly.

Sergeant Ivanov's B team stood like a rock on this strategic choke point overlooking the battlefield.

Their firepower was precise and deadly, like an invisible scythe, covering the flanks of the narrow canyon below, tearing any greenskins that tried to pour out to support the core area to shreds, with blood and limbs splattering in the flames of the explosions.

After successfully capturing Eagle's Nest, Team B cleared a crucial blind spot for Team A's core assault below, blocking the Orcs' usual tidal wave of reinforcements.

During a lull in his advance, Mikhail lowered his head slightly. The black and white Maltese cross emblem on his breastplate, covered in smoke, thick dust, and the sticky blood of orcs, still stubbornly reflected a cold and unwavering luster in the flickering firelight deep in the canyon.

Each shockwave from a heavy explosion, transmitted through the MK10 power armor's servo system and shock-absorbing layers, felt like a heavy heartbeat.

The resistance and the shattering sensation of each time the chainsaw sword tore through tough green skin, muscle, and bone were clearly imprinted on his fighting nerves...

Every time I looked up, I saw the air support precisely unleashing devastation at the critical juncture...

Every time I felt the roar of artillery fire from the rear, desperately trying to turn the tide when the defense line was on the verge of collapse...

This burning canyon, filled with savagery and destruction, this death symphony played by Astartes, the Astral Army, armored forces, and air power, is forging his steely will as a recruit of the Ash Knights in the most brutal way.

The initial burning pain of breathing and the oppressive feeling of facing the endless green tide have long been replaced by a cold, efficient killing instinct and an even more unwavering belief.

He clearly realized that he was no longer an isolated individual on the battlefield, but an indispensable cog in the vast war machine, operating in sync with his brothers and steadily advancing amidst the storm of destruction.

The Emperor's will, through this destructive iron fist that combines air and ground, is writing victory stroke by stroke on the barren land of Broken Tooth III.

He gripped the roaring chainsaw sword in his hand, and strode more resolutely toward the core red light deep within the canyon, which was fading away. It was the end of this battle, and the beginning of glory.

However, the final path to the core of Delta-7 is by no means smooth.

Having breached the outer low wall's defenses, Team A was not presented with a direct, open core area, but rather a narrow pass deliberately blocked and fortified by the orcs. It was as if the orcs had set up a showcase for their cunning and violence. Scrap metal, broken vehicle wreckage, and even massive rocks were haphazardly piled up to form makeshift but sturdy bunkers. Behind them, hordes of orc lads set up crude heavy weapons: large-caliber bang-bang guns, rocket launchers belching green smoke, and even flamethrowers modified from starship wreckage, all spewing flames wildly.

Especially those bang-bang guns, the barrage of bullets poured out like water, the dense, coarse bullets hitting the MK10 ceramic steel armor, making a continuous "clanging" sound, splashing dense, dazzling sparks, the powerful impact even if it could not penetrate immediately, was enough to damage or dent the ceramic steel armor, making the wearer's steps slightly slow.

Worse still, several Rocket Boys equipped with makeshift rocket backpacks emitted piercing, destructive howls as they swooped down from the jagged, steep rock walls on either side like clumsy flying insects, wielding high-speed spinning chainsaws or heavy power hammers, attempting to disrupt the Astartes' tight formation from above and create chaos.

"Suppress the left flank bunker fire! Maintain the advance!" Sergeant Vasily's voice, as steady as a rock, pierced the communication channel amidst the roar of explosive rifles, the howls of orcs, and the whistling of rocket packs. This battle-hardened veteran was the pillar of Team A.

The power sword in his hand, worn smooth and gleaming, vibrating at a high frequency when activated, its blade enveloped in a chilling, deadly blue light, drew a deadly arc under his precise control.

A rocket kid who was diving too fast and trying to crash directly into him was cleaved in two in mid-air by this precise sword strike. His filthy blood and shattered internal organs sprayed onto the scorching rocks below like dirty raindrops, making a sizzling sound.

"Mikhail! Right flank! Bomb cover! Flanking fire teams, clear the fleas on the rock face! Don't let them interfere with the assault!" The order was clear, decisive, and carried an unquestionable authority and battlefield intuition.

Mikhail and his brothers did not hesitate at all and immediately carried out the order.

The grenades switched from precise bursts to short, powerful bursts, instantly suppressing several orc firing positions peeking out from behind the right-hand cover, shattering those ugly green heads along with their rudimentary helmets.

Fire support from the rear and flanks of the squad took care of the targets diving down from the rock wall. Several precise bombs whistled through the air, blasting the diving orcs, along with their unreliable rocket packs, into burning green flames in mid-air, like a brief, filthy meteor shower.

Under the command of the experienced sergeant, the entire squad moved like a precise and efficient killing machine, advancing, firing, providing cover, and parrying with fluid movements and seamless coordination.

The roar of the chainsaw swords rose and fell, emitting a shrill sound that tore through the air and flesh. Any orc who dared to jump out from behind cover and try to engage in melee combat with brute force was reduced to flying fragments and burning remains under the deadly coordinated attack of the Ash Knights, amidst the intertwining of explosives and chainsaws.

Team B's communications kept ringing out on the channel, interspersed with the signature muffled roar and explosions of heavy bombs in the background: "Eagle's Nest Rock reports, heavy bombs continue to cover the left flank tunnel entrance, Green Tide has been effectively suppressed... Maintain the current firepower sector and ensure the passage remains open."

Sergeant Ivanov's roar was full of power. The heavy firepower he commanded acted like an invisible gate, firmly guarding the flank and buying precious breathing space and advance intervals for Team A's difficult advance below.

(End of this chapter)