Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 178 We're in Big Trouble
Although the Imperial forces had an overwhelming numerical advantage in warships, they suffered losses first due to underestimating the enemy and advancing recklessly.

The Randan warships formed a five-ship formation. The first round of electromagnetic bombardment overloaded the Void Shield of the Imperial ships, and the second round of bio-plasma cannon salvo instantly destroyed a destroyer.

They were highly disciplined, well-organized, and their crews were of a quality no less than those of the Empire.

"Humans—slaves—submit to us."

The aliens send obscene messages on the general channel, wantonly insulting humanity.

"Alien bastards! Feel the fury of humanity!" The captain of the Abomination Paradigm roared at the aliens on the general channel.

The powerful Glory Queen-class warship bravely stepped forward, and at the optimal distance, its oracle array locked onto the alien warship.

With all broadside weapon arrays activated, the Abomination Paradigm unleashed her fury!

The macro cannon roared! The light spear tore through the void! The scorching energy and the brilliance of the macro cannon illuminated the universe.

With just one salvo, the terrifying firepower of the Glory Queen-class instantly overloaded the alien warship's shields.

The fierce bombardment stripped away the layers of scales from the semi-biological warship, instantly vaporizing its biological tissues, and splashing scorching energy liquid into the cold void.

The alien warship "died" like a living organism, its wreckage silently disintegrating in the vacuum.

As the main warships entered the engagement zone, firepower compensated for the technological gap, and victory gradually shifted towards the Empire.

Twenty alien warships destroyed several small warships of the human empire, but were repelled by the capital ship, leaving behind more than a dozen warship "corpses".

In their panic during the ensuing battle, they managed to escape the blockade of the Imperial warships.

In the battle at the astronomical level, unknown camouflage techniques completely evaded visual and electronic scanning.

"Continue the attack!" the Grand Master ordered, instructing the fleet to dismantle the defensive platforms and eradicate the void threat.

He selected all the landing ships and set off for Morse Planet, preparing for the landing operation.

Urian's approach was correct: eliminate the alien void firing points to completely free up the fleet's operational space.

The landing operation cleared out the alien ground forces, causing Randan to completely lose the Morse world and its foothold for further expansion.

Conversely, humans can use this place as a fulcrum to continue their attack into the heart of Randan.

The Morse system has become a strategic point, and the First Legion must take it!
In the Morris world, the oracle scans indicate that planetary defense systems are relatively few.

What was originally a human industrial world has now been occupied by Ran Dan, who exploit local resources and create chaos.

Urian nodded. The planet had very little defense, probably because the Xenomorphs relied too heavily on void defense and had little to no construction.

"Initiate the amphibious assault, I will fight alongside you!" The Grand Master relayed the message to the landing fleet, then donned his helmet and headed to the landing ship.

Outside the planetary defense system, the landing fleet adjusted its posture, aiming the hulls of its warships at Morse.

then……

The First Legion has 50,000 Space Marines, with 10,000 on standby in orbit, and the rest deployed to ground combat.

Urian wanted to use a blitzkrieg to quickly eliminate the aliens inhabiting the planet.

All ten celestial armies were deployed, establishing three landing points, while a million mortal auxiliary troops were mobilized in full force.

"Deploy the airdrop pod." Urian gave his final order before leaving the bridge.

High in orbit, the ship's ventral passage opened, and the first batch of vanguard soldiers departed aboard airdrop pods.

Three locations, three thousand airdrop pods, nimbly pierced the planet's shield and plummeted toward the planet's surface.

The Randan aliens on the ground, apart from activating the planetary shield, did not retaliate at all, as if they had resigned themselves to their fate.

Such unusual behavior aroused the vigilance of some people, but it quickly disappeared.

Forty thousand Astartes, enough to conquer a planet, and no alien could stop them.

As the airdrop pods landed, First Legion warriors stepped onto the planet's surface, where distant hives stood on the plains.

Then they saw the gates of the hive city wide open, and enslaved humans poured out of it.

Ragged, thin people, workers and middle-class people in uniforms, and the richly dressed elites mingled together.

Without exception, all of humanity has been subjected to mind control by the aliens.

They carried rudimentary automatic weapons, and patches covered their vital areas, serving as simple defensive armor.

Those who rushed out of the hive city faced Astartes with no fear on their faces, only fanatical devotion.

With their screams and shouts, the charge of millions began!

The ground trembled and rumbled with each footstep.

Faced with such a scene, only a determined Astartes, a superhuman warrior, could remain calm and composed.

"Establish a defensive line." The company commanders of the legion quickly gave the order; their mission was to protect the landing zone. The first shot of a mortar rang out, followed by a cacophony of bullets fired from savage weapons, weaving together an impenetrable net of fire.

This was a massacre!

The same scene unfolded at all three landing sites on the planet.

Fearless human slaves swarmed out of the hive and charged at the Space Marines.

The soldiers of the First Legion immediately established their direction and used all kinds of weapons to slaughter the frenzied human army.

The explosive bursts were incredibly accurate, each shot penetrating several enemies before exploding in the crowd.

The explosive weapon's rays ignited large areas of organic matter, burning them into piles of bones.

Heavy weapons, which arrived with the airdrop pod, continuously unleashed firepower, crashing into the frenzied crowd.

A thousand drop pods, four thousand Space Marines—the resulting firepower network was terrifying.

Their coordination is seamless, their reloading rhythm is as precise as a machine, and their firepower network is never interrupted.

Servo-controlled skulls and automated servants continuously transport ammunition from the airdrop pod to replenish ammunition consumption.

Blood mist exploded within the slave army, and fragments of corpses and entrails shattered by the explosive bombs littered their path. Every step forward came at the cost of tens of thousands of lives.

Ordinary human troops would have been utterly routed in the face of such a hellish meat grinder.

But they are Randan slaves whose minds are controlled, living expendable objects for the aliens, and the hive is still producing a steady stream of humans.

Despite the bombardment, seemingly oblivious to the fallen comrades around him, he continued to approach the Space Marines.

Finally, at the limit of automatic weapon range, the mortal fired the first shot.

Although it had no effect, it was of extraordinary significance.

The facts have proven that as long as the numbers are sufficient and the will is unified, ordinary people can pave the way with their lives to get closer to the Space Marine defenses.

As the slaves approach, the Space Marines should not aim; firing indiscriminately will not waste any ammunition.

There were so many of them that if they simply advanced, they could eventually surround the legion's defensive line.

The slave army gradually advanced, firing their automatic weapons at the black-armored warriors, the bullets hitting the power armor with a series of thuds.

Just as the slaves were rejoicing, a shadow fell from the sky.

The landing ships carrying out the massive amphibious assault descended from the atmosphere and arrived at the landing site.

Legion warriors kept stepping out and immediately joining the battle, pushing back the human servants' charging line.

"I have a bad feeling about this." The leader of the Five-Pointed Star Heavenly Army, always cautious, asked this question as soon as he landed:
"The aliens didn't activate the planet's defense weapons, as if they deliberately let us down."

“I felt it too.” Urian, wearing a helmet, nodded heavily. Even the most oblivious commander would have noticed something was wrong, let alone Attat.

"On this planet, everyone may become a slave." The Lord of the Five-Pointed Star Army held a scepter in one hand and pointed into the distance with the other.

There was an endless sea of ​​human slaves, young and old, even babies crawling in the crowd.

From the very elderly to the toddlers, they all flocked to the Space Marines like puppets.

What do the Xenomorphs look like? The First Legion knows nothing about them.

"I'll capture a few mortals and set up a psionic array in the hopes of getting some clues."

After speaking to the Grand Master, the Lord of the Pentagram Heavenly Army walked away and beckoned his psionic subordinates to enter the landing ship and begin setting up the psionic array.

Urian nodded and agreed to his request.

"To expedite the transportation of supplies, we are dealing with the entire population of the world!"

He then ordered two soldiers to charge into the enemy ranks under the cover of their brother and capture several ordinary people.

Inside the landing ship, in the center of a psionic array, several mortal prisoners were restrained.

Even now, their expressions remained fanatical, and they continued to spew vulgarities.

The Lord of the Pentagram Heavenly Army turned a deaf ear and diligently carried out the psychic spells.

He was cautious and proactive because he knew that the alien's mind control ability meant its mental strength must be extremely powerful.

Just in case, he mobilized twenty psionic brothers to try and succeed in gathering intelligence on the aliens in one go.

As the incantation was chanted, the psychic energy of twenty Astartes flowed into the body, their consciousness piercing into the mortal mind.

After a while, the mortal in the center of the magic circle suddenly exploded into a bloody mist. The Lord of the Heavenly Army opened his eyes, his face pale, and murmured:

"We're in big trouble—"

(The author switched to day shifts and found it difficult to adjust. After getting used to working all night, he found himself sweating profusely and becoming disoriented while writing.)
(End of this chapter)