Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 188 Nur Auxiliary Army

Nur's mortal auxiliary army possesses its own Titans and is a product of the decentralization of Atlantean technology.

Compared to Atlantis, which boasts superior mobility and focuses on Titan combat, the mortal Titans tend to favor long-range firepower.

Completely controlled by mortals, its technological approach has evolved into a distinct branch, independent of the Night Watchers and Doomsday Warriors.

One hundred Imperial Guards were teleported into the arena, with the Sword Champion leading the way.

The man known as "Champion" in the Imperial Guard is undoubtedly a formidable fighter, wielding a giant power sword.

The Blade Champion was invincible, and the alien overlords fell one after another.

Occasionally, stray plasma cannon shells would hit the Imperial Guards, but the flashing dimensional shields would block the attacks and protect their safety.

An old Terra proverb says, "He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him."

The gift from Noor added a powerful layer of protection to the Super Warriors, increasing their fighting power several times over.

The Imperial Guards appreciated this gesture and naturally fought even harder on the battlefield.

"You abomination, face the wrath of the Lord of Mankind!" Blade Champion roared, now caught up in the thrill of battle, wielding his seemingly clumsy greatsword with exquisite skill.

The Imperial Guards were seldom emotional; their thinking was relatively calm, and they were almost ruthlessly efficient.

But Blade Champion is different; he is the Emperor's most valiant fighter, and he needs to vent his pure rage for his enemies.

His attacks were incredibly precise, and with each swing of his sword he felled several aliens.

Ran Dan's front was currently fluctuating between regrouping and collapse.

Under the onslaught of the Imperial Guards, the unprepared Randan army, with its tens of thousands of elite warriors, was unable to mount a threatening attack.

Taking this opportunity, Urian rearranged the Imperial lines, preparing for the next wave of attacks.

As the commander, the Grand Master knew very well that the Imperial Guard's assault and the Titans' victory were temporary.

Once Ran Dan adapts to the Imperial Guard's attack, the golden-armored warriors may find themselves surrounded.

Urian knew he had no right to interfere with how the Primarch arranged the Imperial Guard; he simply fulfilled his duty by rebuilding the Empire's defensive lines.

Although the Primarch was there to oversee things and the Imperial Guard was helping to stabilize the front, he still had to do what needed to be done.

He observed that Randan's human servants had withdrawn, circled around to the rear of the hive, and entered the hive to regroup.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the upcoming battles will likely be a war of attrition.

"Imperial Legion, be careful!" A booming voice rang out as Uri arranged his troops. "Watch out for what's above you."

He looked up and saw that it was an Atlantean mech that had run to the edge of the battlefield after dealing with the alien Titan.

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards, who were charging into battle, immediately abandoned the enemy who was within arm's reach and retreated at an astonishing speed.

The elite warriors of Randan looked up at the giant blocking out the sun, utterly puzzled.

With shields protecting us here, Titan weapons are of little use; they can only serve as bystanders.

Could it be that this humanoid mecha pilot has some kind of peculiar penchant for watching others?

When the Randan Titan fell, there wasn't even time to issue a warning; the human Titans' weapons could penetrate the shields.

When they saw the human golden-armored warriors running fast and tried to catch up, the human mechs raised their giant halberds.

Then, La smiled in the driver's seat—killing ants felt really good!

Atlan slammed his halberd down with all his might, creating waves of mud and filth that carved out a deep channel!
With a sweeping halberd, the Randan warriors fell like straws, stunning the imperial defenses and the Randan war commanders.

That wasn't all. The mech knelt on one knee, its battle halberd sweeping back and forth, crushing the Ran Dan formation. Their formation was thrown into chaos, and screams of agony filled the air.

"Run!"

The elite warriors of Randan let out strange cries and, disregarding everything, fled their respective lines, heading towards the human settlements behind them.

There is no creature that can remain calm and composed when facing the attack of the colossus.

They completely lost their courage, and in the chaos of their formation, they drove their bio-armor's six omnidirectional legs to retreat rapidly.

La slowly stood up, supporting himself with one hand on the halberd and wiping the mud off the weapon with the other.

He did not pursue them. The orders given to the Atlantean mechs were to help the Empire maintain its front line and repel Randan.

After completing their mission, the Atlantean mechs dragged the remains of the alien Titans together and incinerated the alien creations.

This is the Primarch's command, a command that brooks no doubt.

The Randan are a bizarre alien species, and all their creations must be eliminated to prevent future trouble. The Mechanicus priest looked on with a pained expression as he watched the alien Titan being melted down by plasma; the alien creations still had some redeeming qualities.

Nur's mortal titans then descended. They were sixty meters tall, with a fixed, rapid-fire composite cannon on their left arm and a humanoid arm on their right, carrying some siege equipment.

On the battlefield of the Titans, the mortal Titans leveled the land so that Nur's auxiliary army could land there.

The Ran Dan were terrified and hid in the human settlement, keeping the doors tightly shut and daring not to come out.

This is a crucial time for humanity to revitalize itself and deploy new forces.

The landing ship slowly landed, and the Nur auxiliary military personnel slowly emerged to begin deploying defenses at the landing site.

Urian glanced sideways, and thanks to the Space Marines' excellent eyesight and the built-in optical magnification in their helmets, he could clearly see the Nur Auxiliary Army.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. The auxiliary forces from the Primarch world were powerful enough to be felt just by looking at them.

They are on average over 1.9 meters tall, with strong and powerful physiques, neat and uniform military bearing, and full of energy and spirit.

The ordinary soldiers wore full-body power armor, which looked quite protective, and the weapons they carried looked impressive, suggesting they were equally powerful.

Urian nodded repeatedly. He had seen countless mortal auxiliary troops, but before him stood a powerful army.

Although they may seem a little awkward at first, they can undergo a transformation after just one battle.

Before the master mentor could even express his amazement, what happened next surprised him.

He had heard that the Nur Star system was highly adapted to machinery and even had the right to use intelligent machines.

But what he saw left him speechless and utterly shocked.

Several tall machines of various shapes walked ahead. Urian immediately recognized them as Iron Man machines.

Behind them were standard automated infantry, densely packed in square formations, emerging from the landing ship.

The automated mech is only half a person tall, with a chassis consisting of four mechanical legs and a rectangular central control unit on the chassis. On either side of the central control unit are four large-caliber weapons.

It boasts amazing energy while maintaining a simple and elegant design.

One to ten!

The Grand Master did some mental calculations and found that Nur had landed with 100,000 auxiliary troops and was equipped with one million automated machine soldiers.

As the automated soldiers emerged, several meters-tall mechs also came out, lining up neatly at the landing point.

A large number of engineering machines also landed and began constructing barracks and defensive facilities in preparation for the battle against the aliens.

In space, Doom is commanding the fleet in battle, and the situation cannot be relaxed in the slightest.

Ran Dan launched a desperate counterattack, relentlessly attacking the cordon he had drawn, trying to break through and reinforce Morse.

Nur's ships kept repelling Randan and stabilizing the defensive line, but the First Fleet's ships were far outnumbered by Randan's.

The fleet rushed to provide support from various locations, and Ran Dan launched attacks from multiple positions to probe the weaknesses of the First Fleet.

"The Primarch!" came the communication channel, the words filled with the utmost respect.

Doom remained expressionless, maintaining the dignity befitting a Primarch, but deep down he felt much more relaxed.

One hour after the First Fleet arrived, the First Legion's fleet made contact, arriving in a timely manner.

"How many ships do you have left?" Doom asked the "Lord of the Heavenly Army" of the First Legion, raising his chin slightly and looking down at him.

"Reporting to the Primarch," the Lord of the Void Army did not find anything amiss, as the Primarch should act in that manner, and he carefully replied, "Our fleet has not suffered any major losses, and its structure remains intact."

“Very good.” Doom nodded slowly, pleased, his voice low and deep: “Urian’s arrangement is good; preserving his strength was his best decision.”

The Lord of the Void Army lowered his head, daring not to overstep his bounds in any way, much less to exonerate the Grand Master.

“Dismantle your fleet,” Doom clicked on the hologram, outlining several key areas: “Defend these areas with the three Glory Queens at the core.”

"I will obey your command!" The Lord of the Void Army stood ramrod straight, his fist pressed against his chest, and performed the warrior's salute to the King of Warriors.

"The First Legion will never let any alien escape!"

“I have received your resolve,” Doom nodded to him, affirming the Lord of the Heavenly Army’s decision, but also issuing a warning: “Do not act rashly, do not repeat the same mistakes!”

Upon hearing the Primarch's pointed words, the Lord of the Celestials trembled, and his power armor creaked.

"The First Legion will not let you down." He knelt on one knee, bowing his head, and made a promise to the Primarch.

"Get into the battlefield quickly," Doom said as he brushed away the holographic projection and focused his attention on the grand strategy.

(End of this chapter)