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Chapter 497 Critical Situation - Third Update

"Target confirmed! Top priority threat! Warboss! All units! Full firepower!" Sergeant Vasily's voice boomed through the communication channel, filled with unprecedented solemnity and determination.

The battle has entered its most dangerous phase.

In an instant, the shriek of the bomb gun increased to its maximum rate of fire, the heavy bombs emitted a muffled and deadly roar, and even the missiles from the towering "Eagle's Nest Rock" roared down with trails of flame!

The terrifying firepower, enough to instantly tear apart the frontal armor of the Leman Rustank, poured down on the green war behemoth like a rain of metal and energy!

However, this devastating blow only caused blinding sparks of energy and flying fragments of heavy armor to hit Warboss's mountain-like body!
That incredibly thick layer of scrap metal armor made up of starship wreckage, combined with its violent, almost tangible WAAAGH! force field, formed an unbelievably terrifying defense.

Its massive body was only slightly shaken by the powerful impact, like a boulder being blown by a gentle breeze, before it erupted with an even more furious and piercing howl, filled with a provoked rage.

"WAAAAAGH!!!" A deafening battle roar tore through the air as a massive power claw swung out with a speed completely disproportionate to its size!
A twisted, space-tearing crimson energy blade swept out with the claw strike, carrying the power to destroy everything!

"Scatter! Scatter now!!" Sergeant Vasily shouted a stern warning, his voice unusually urgent. But the warning came a fraction too late!
Two Ash Knight warriors who charged to the front, attempting to use Astartes' bravery and the sharpness of the chainsword to launch close-range attacks and create opportunities for follow-up firepower, were struck head-on by this devastating energy claw strike!

The sturdy ceramic steel armor was easily torn, twisted, and melted like a piece of inferior paper in the face of this absolute power!
The immense kinetic energy, like an invisible battering ram, slammed their bodies away like rag dolls, sending them crashing heavily against the hard cave walls behind them, producing a teeth-grinding, ear-piercing sound of metal colliding and shattering against rock.

Blinding sparks, like dying fireflies, burst forth wildly from the terrifyingly large breaches in their armor.

Blood and shattered organs gushed out under immense pressure, staining the armor lining and the cold rocks red.

But at the very moment this fatal wound occurred, enough to kill any mortal instantly, the Belisarius Furnace, implanted deep within their genetic seed and closely connected to their life support system, was forcibly activated by violent fluctuations in vital signs!

A powerful, vibrant torrent of regenerative material was urgently pumped into their collapsing circulatory system.

Through the gaps in the shattered armor, one could clearly see the tissue at the edge of the wound rapidly contracting and stopping the bleeding under the frenzied action of potent biological hormones and nanomechanicals. The torn muscle fibers and broken bones were undergoing a brutal and rapid self-repair driven by the immense life force forcibly infused into the furnace, forcefully resisting the devastating injury.

They were temporarily and completely incapacitated, like two broken statues struck down by violent power, their insides waging a fierce battle for survival, their lives hanging by a thread, entirely dependent on the miracle of the furnace and the subsequent rescue by the apothecary.

In the communications channel, Sergeant Ivanov of Team B's anxious shouts broke through the gunfire: "Full suppression on Eagle's Nest! Heavy explosive rounds to seal the core entrance passage... Storm Claws! Storm Claws! Low-altitude strafe on the left tunnel! Don't let any more scum spill in!"

A Stormclaw assault boat, receiving orders, swooped down from the sky, its twin-mounted heavy explosive cannons under its fuselage unleashing a dense barrage of bullets. It precisely tore apart an Orc support point on the cave wall, where Orcs were gathering and preparing to jump in to provide support. Explosions and debris ripped the green-skinned creatures to shreds. However, Warboss's ferocious WAAAGH! force field acted like a distorted lens, affecting the trajectories of some of the explosive shells. Many deadly munitions deviated unpredictably as they approached the force field, striking the cave walls or open ground, producing only a futile spray of sparks and debris.

"Cover the wounded! Suppress it!" Mikhail roared, his voice hoarse with anger and worry.

He and his brothers who were still able to fight poured fire on Warboss, bombs crashing into the green mountains like an angry swarm of wasps, trying to attract its attention, suppress its movements, and buy precious, second-by-second regeneration time for their fallen comrades.

However, Warboss completely ignored the explosive shells that hit its thick armor, leaving only shallow dents and scratches.

Its massive, awe-inspiring Gatling gun barrel began to spin wildly to preheat, emitting a heart-pounding mechanical roar!

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!" A deafening roar, a hundred times louder than that of a regular bang-bang gun, erupted instantly!
Six thick gun barrels spewed out destructive flames, and a dense storm of oversized caliber bullets, as rough as a steel wall, instantly covered most of the cave entrance area! The air was torn apart, emitting a shrill sound.

The hard rocky ground was smashed and shattered, as if it had been plowed; the makeshift shelters made of scrap iron were like paper in the face of this metal storm, turning into dust in an instant!
Another Ash Knight warrior, who was firing furiously in an attempt to distract Warboss, was hit by several of these terrifying projectiles at the same time.

The heavy bullet was deeply embedded in the breastplate, producing a dull metallic impact and cracking sound. The sturdy ceramic steel plate was visibly dented and cracked.

The immense impact sent him flying backward as if struck by a battering ram, crashing into a pile of scrap metal behind him. The light from his helmet visor went out instantly, and the vital signs on Mikhail's tactical visor plummeted, flashing a blinding red warning light—his life was in danger!
"Damn it!" Mikhail felt a chill instantly spread from his spine throughout his body.

This was simply not an opponent their standard tactical squad could handle!

This level of war behemoth requires the strength of a Terminator squad, or even an Imperial Knight, to confront head-on! A shadow of despair began to loom.

At this critical juncture, from the depths of the core lair, in the darker shadows behind the furnace, came even heavier, more violent footsteps and deafening roars.

Several exceptionally large and robust orc leaders, even more muscular than ordinary orc leaders, were clad in thicker, more ferocious scrap metal "heavy armor" welded with more spikes and extra armor plates, and wielded powerful chainsaw axes or heavy-duty power warhammers with huge spikes embedded in their heads. They charged out!

Their objective was extremely clear—to exploit the chaos created by Warboss, to cut in from the flanks, and to divide and surround the remaining Astartes!

These guys are Warboss's most elite bodyguards and guards; they are pure killing machines.

(End of this chapter)