The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 75 For the Emperor, Slaughter All Heretics!
"Heretics! Face the Empire's judgment!"

"Praise be to Om Messiah! Let them experience the power of the God of Sphinx!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

A group of hammer-wielding men looked at the enemies in the distance who appeared to be heretical Mechanicus and started shouting. However, it seemed that there was also a heretic among them.

A group of players looked at a surprise soldier in the center of the formation, and a series of question marks appeared in the comments section.

Damn it! Is there a heretic right next to me?

Good lad, no wonder you were chopping people so fiercely just now, it turns out Old K was protecting you!

"...Uh, sorry, I slipped up! What I meant was, blood sacrifice to the God-Emperor, skull offered to the golden throne!"

After making an awkward shout, the player brandished his weapon and charged forward with a roar.

The other players also launched fierce bayonet charges, perfectly demonstrating the battlefield player's strategy of resorting to bayonets when in doubt, since bayonets can instantly kill infantry.

"Not only did they not back down, they actually charged towards me instead..."

Faced with this group of Cambrian soldiers with fervent morale, Captain Goodman couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He now seriously suspects that these Cambrian soldiers may have hit something strange, otherwise how could they be so fierce?
Perhaps the Empire underestimated the Cambrian people's research capabilities. Although they did not establish an academy and seemed backward in many aspects, they were still an old empire!

The giant gunners fired with all their might, trying to block the street, but the players still braved the gunfire and rushed out.

The flamethrower soldier at the forefront threw out several incendiary bombs, instantly turning the two giant gunners into human torches.

However, these damned modified soldiers are incredibly resilient. Even burned like this, the two giant gunners remain unmoved and don't seem to be going to die anytime soon.

Captain Goodman quickly stepped back, staring in astonishment at the incendiary bomb the man had thrown.

He had never heard of the Cambrian Empire ever conducting research on such weapons. In the previous Great Northern War, the Cambrian Empire had been using Tsar Cocktails and Molotov cocktails directly against enemy armored forces.

The Empire even conducted a special analysis on whether it was necessary to research incendiary grenades, but in the end everyone felt that it was unnecessary because Molotov cocktails were too low-tech and very easy to use.

They don't need to go through the trouble of abandoning such a low-tech thing and then wasting a lot of money and energy on how to complicate it.

A giant gunner swung his fist and smashed it at the trench soldiers charging at the forefront.

But as always, with a crisp clang, his fist failed to pierce the trench soldier's breastplate, rendering it completely ineffective.

Faced with this strange and special protection that was almost like a rule, the two giant gunners were clearly stuck in their thoughts, while the trench guerrillas swung their batons a few times and smashed the two of them to death.

"Keep charging, don't stop, kill that Dark Mechanicus!"

"Charge! For the Emperor!!!"

Several players clearly regarded the battlefield in front of them as Warhammer World, since this world did indeed have a bit of a Warhammer vibe.

Hearing the battle cries of these players, Captain Goodman, who had specifically learned some Cambrian language, was somewhat surprised. Although he had heard that the Tsar held great prestige in the Cambrian Empire and was known as "Little Daddy" among the common people, he had never imagined that the Tsar's reputation could be so high.

Good heavens, even these soldiers were shouting for the Tsar when they launched their desperate charge. But he didn't quite understand why these people called the Tsar "Emperor".
Despite his surprise, Captain Goodman did not stop.

Four submachine guns extending from the four mechanical arms fired continuously, clanging and banging against the breastplate of the foremost trench soldier. At the same time, he commanded the other cyborg troops to launch an attack on this side.

Although on the surface the trench soldier seemed to have taken no damage, even with 83% damage reduction, he was about to be finished after being hit by such fire.

The enemy is almost upon us; all he has to do is pounce and smash this guy to pieces...

Just as he was thinking this, a Blade Warrior suddenly jumped down from the roof, his long blade slashing down on him, splitting him in two with a snap.

"That's strange. I remember the Blade Warriors couldn't cut through their breastplates before, so how come they can now?"

Captain Goodman couldn't understand. Did the Blade Runner's blades have different levels of sharpness?

Unfortunately, he was unaware that the chest armor protection of the trench infantry was actually a manifestation of some kind of standardized system.

Theoretically, if this melee attack's damage is less than his remaining health, it won't be able to penetrate the frontal chest armor. However, if it's more than his remaining health, that's a different story.

A fully healed trench warrior can withstand the enemy's close-quarters attacks, but a warrior with only a sliver of health left is absolutely no match for them.

However, the Blade Warrior who jumped down didn't fare much better. The player following closely behind charged with a bayonet and stabbed the Blade Warrior, who had just jumped down to attack, to death on the spot.

Captain Goodman's eyelids twitched slightly. He seriously suspected that these soldiers might have studied mechanical theory and practiced bayonet charges.

Otherwise, why are their bayonets always so accurate, able to pierce through the mechanical core of the modified warrior in one go?

After sweeping down two more players with his submachine gun, Captain Goodman casually swung his mechanical claw, piercing straight through a player's chest and tearing him in half.

But the player charging at the very back was about to thrust his bayonet at him.

boom!
A loud bang rang out, and the player who was about to stab the opponent with his bayonet was inexplicably blown into the air. According to the death replay, a skull bomb that had somehow drifted to his feet killed him.

Know My Heavenly Venerable: [Damn! This is a trap! Is it even playable if the Black Hawk Empire isn't nerfed?]

Bulbasaur: [Things that know me!]

Cream: [Boiling things know me!]

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"That was close! I never thought I'd be pushed to this point by a few ordinary Cambrian soldiers!"

Goodman wiped away non-existent sweat and quickly ordered the last two remaining giant gunners to bombard the distant street.

Now that all the brave warriors who dared to charge have been killed by him, the enemy should no longer pose any threat, right?
boom!
Just as he was thinking this, a sudden loud bang rang out, and Captain Goodman was instantly severely injured.

(End of this chapter)