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Chapter 620 Fierce Battle

On the planet's surface, planetary-level void shield generators are operating at full capacity.

A massive energy dome slowly unfolded above Medusa’s main forging city and key facilities.

It forms a semi-transparent barrier with constantly flashing runes.

The instructions explicitly require that the shield's output be increased to the maximum.

Special emphasis should be placed on protecting the city of Aubit and its main rail elevators.

All members of the Iron Hand and its Astartes stationed on their homeworld, whether in training, equipment maintenance, or meditation, received a combat alert at the same instant.

The deep hum of the activated power armor servo system echoed throughout every barracks and hangar.

The order required them to immediately enter a state of combat readiness.

Tasks were assigned according to the predetermined plan.

Prepare for possible boarding maneuvers or emergency surface defense missions.

Technical sergeants rapidly inspected weapons and vehicles.

Pharmacists are also fully prepared to receive the wounded.

Throughout the Medusa system, this cold, steel planet and its surrounding airspace resembled a colossal mechanical beast that had been thoroughly enraged.

It abruptly transitioned from a long-term state of alert to a state of maximum intensity of warfare.

Countless lights on the ground and on the track facilities lit up in succession.

The roar of engines and the charging sounds of weapons intertwined to create a symphony of steel.

All of this foreshadows the coming of a bloody storm.

The Emperor's Son's fleet was like a group of predators dressed in magnificent attire.

Driven by a morbid frenzy, they charged straight at Medusa.

Their formations appear scattered, yet they subtly convey a strange rhythm that pursues the "perfect art of killing."

The ships seemed to be engaged in a frantic race.

They were all eager to be the first to experience the ultimate pleasure of destruction and slaughter.

The ship's communication channels were filled with distorted music, excited screams, and painful groans.

Rather than rigorous tactical instructions.

They were first met with a baptism of death from the Medusa asteroid belt.

Just as the vanguard of the Sons of the Emperor swept across a dense asteroid belt, countless deadly firepower suddenly erupted from behind those rolling boulders!
Dense railgun shells—built using Medusa's unique technology—teare through the vacuum at astonishing speeds.

They precisely struck the vulnerable flanks and engine areas of the Imperial Sons ships.

High-energy laser beams, like precise surgical scalpels, relentlessly cut through armor plates.

An automated missile launcher, disguised as an asteroid, quietly activated.

A swarm of high-speed armor-piercing missiles was unleashed.

Several Joy-class raiding ships that were rushing too fast were caught off guard.

Their void shields flickered violently after being hit far beyond their design threshold.

It was then mercilessly torn apart by subsequent firepower.

The railgun shell pierced through the ship's hull with a deafening roar, triggering a chain of internal explosions.

The laser beam melted through a critical pipeline, causing the engine to stall.

The missile penetrated the ship's hull, tearing the entire vessel apart from the inside.

They tumbled and exploded like birds struck by a hunting rifle.

It eventually became a new graveyard in the void.

However, the Emperor's son's counterattack was swift and fierce.

The larger cruisers immediately retaliated fiercely with their secondary guns and close-in weapon laser arrays aimed at the asteroid belt.

Countless giant rocks formed over billions of years were blasted into fragments.

The hidden Steel Hand turrets were also destroyed one by one by precise, even slightly "showy" firepower.

The momentum of the fallen fleet was slightly slowed down.

However, their already chaotic formation became even more fragmented as they dodged artillery fire and debris.

Before they could readjust, the main interceptor fleet of the Steel Hand had already opened fire.

The salvo from the "second defensive perimeter" was the real heavy blow.

The roar of the cannons firing in unison seemed to transmit its shock even through the void.

The massive live ammunition, carrying devastating kinetic energy, crashed into the enemy fleet like a meteor shower.

The array of light spears continuously emitted thick beams of energy.

Like the wrathful whip of an emperor, it lashed heavily against the void shield of the Emperor's Son's ship, unleashing a blindingly bright light.

The Emperor's Son fleet also retaliated with heavy artillery fire.

The blasphemous energy beams shimmered with ominous iridescence, attempting to corrode and disintegrate the shields of the Steel Hand ships.

Dense, living spores swarmed in like a bee.

Twisted, sonic-damage-infused artillery fire attempts to disrupt ship systems and the mind of the crew.

The void instantly transformed into a death vortex of light and fire.

A silent drama of destruction unfolds on a grand scale.

The shield overload emitted bursts of light like a supernova.

Fireballs from the ship's explosions rose and fell one after another.

Cold metal fragments were scattered everywhere.

The warships with the steel hands calmly met the challenge.

It perfectly embodies the new tenet of the reshaped Tenth Legion: emphasizing both efficiency and protection.

They maintained a tight and mutually supportive formation, like a moving mountain of steel.

Firepower was concentrated and instructions were clear.

Each volley aims to achieve the greatest possible result.

The heavy armor plates calmly endured the damage.

The damage control team is working frantically inside the ship.

They isolated the compartments, extinguished the fire, and repaired the systems.

Their fighting style is tenacious, precise, and ruthless.

Like a forging hammer striking again and again, slowly but irresistibly crushing the enemy.

The warships of the emperor's sons, however, are quite different.

They move swiftly and elusively, like frenzied dancers.

They often perform maneuvers that defy the laws of physics.

They have fierce firepower but lack coordination.

It relies more on the strength of individual ships and the madness of the crew.

They attempted to use their speed and technological advantages to break into and disrupt the steel hand's formation.

Enjoy the thrill of close-quarters combat.

However, they repeatedly encountered dense fire nets and impenetrable armored barriers.

Their attacks are often spectacular and extremely destructive.

However, due to a lack of discipline and a unified goal, it is difficult to achieve a decisive breakthrough.

Thus began a classic war of attrition.

An Imperial Son "Torture-class" cruiser attempted to break through using its speed.

Its twisted light spears left deep, smoky molten marks on the side of the battle barge "Iron Resolve".

However, it was immediately met with concentrated crossfire from the "Medusa's Wrath" and two escort ships.

The Void Shield collapsed, and the ship's hull was blasted open with several huge holes by the macro cannon.

A flash of evil light appeared inside, which then transformed into a huge fireball.

On the other side, several Imperial Sons raiders successfully approached a frigate named "Iron Promise".

Launch boarding operations using boarding torpedoes and cutting beams.

But waiting for the noise warriors and sensory predators are the steel-handed warriors, who stand ready inside the cabin, forming a shield wall.

Bomb guns, plasma guns, and powered weapons constitute a death trap.

The boarding action quickly escalated into a bloody close-quarters massacre.

The intruders' frantic screams were completely suppressed by the silence of steel and the roar of exploding bombs.

Ferrus Manus, in the command center, was like a master craftsman, calmly orchestrating the entire operation.

Her will permeated the entire battlefield through the data stream.

All commands are concise and efficient, each word as sharp as wrought iron striking the ground:
"Third artillery group, concentrate firepower to strike the enemy flagship's right-side escort ship."

"The fourth lightning strike squadron will harass from the left flank and draw their fire."

"Order the 'Gorgon Fist' battle group to press forward and prevent the enemy cruiser formation from turning."

(End of this chapter)