Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 142 Ran Dan Attacks, Full-Band Jamming
Zabril, an ordinary, somewhat shy, big guy, would probably just be the kind-looking Uncle Wang next door if he weren't a Space Marine.

But beneath this enigmatic face lie numerous titles, including Uncrowned Prince, the original Space Marine, and the Dark Angel Supreme Master.

As one of the five Space Marines created by the Emperor himself, Zabril truly deserves the title of Uncrowned Prince. Compared to him, Urian, who is also the Grand Master, seems like a freebie.

The First Legion is the prototype of all legions, and the Uncrowned Prince is the prototype of the prototype. All tactics were summarized by them and spread throughout the empire.

The saying "all science and technology rely on archaeology" is not actually true. The empire during the Great Expedition was still ambitious and could be described as a flourishing of diverse ideas. But in any case, the First Legion will always be the benchmark.

In times of war, they can exterminate aliens with the highest efficiency; in times of peace, they can transform into caring and valiant men to deliver babies for pregnant women. They are true knights and the emperor's most trusted ally.

However, at this very moment, the Dark Angel, a paragon of the Legion, made a fatal mistake.

The Dark Angel, who followed the code of chivalry, was not optimistic about the Divine Seal Terminal, which led to Zabril choosing the more familiar Star Speaker over the Divine Seal Network when sending out distress signals.

This choice caused the Dark Angels' distress signal to be delayed by nine hours, and by the time Atlas's reinforcements arrived, a full three days had passed.

What can happen in three days? Urian, who participated in the First Randan War, can tell you that in just three days, the First Legion lost two million mortal auxiliary troops and nearly ten thousand dark angels.

The Randan forces that were defeated by the Spin Angle-Morse were merely outposts and did not fundamentally damage Randan.

Twenty years later, the First Legion encountered these Randan aliens again, who should have been wiped out. This time, however, it was no longer just an outpost force.

Ran Dan has assembled a super fleet comparable to the Empire's Great Expedition, which has marched south from the dark void to conquer the Empire's territory, with its sights set on the Solar Star Region.

Faced with this alien that could threaten the very foundation of the Empire, the First Legion did not hesitate. They immediately blocked the news, set up five lines of defense, and waged an extremely fierce tug-of-war. The core battlefield was the vital transportation route of Cadia.

Every second, countless soldiers die at the hands of the Xenomorphs. Mortal auxiliary troops cannot survive even two hours, and Space Marines are being wiped out in entire units. It is only a matter of time before Cardia falls.

Out of trust for his brother, Zhuang Sen did not back down; he could only trust his brother.

Fortunately, Atlas did not disappoint. Upon receiving the news, Mordred did not hesitate at all. Risking the risk of the fleet getting lost in the warp, he overclocked and jumped from the edge of the soldiers' collapse, frantically switching stations in the network channel, and managed to make up for the nine-hour delay.

Looking at the crumbling fifth line of defense, the Lion King, gazing at the starry sky, felt pressure for the first time; they had to retreat.

But at that moment, a huge door suddenly tore open in the void of the rear defense line, and countless Imperial fleets poured out from the net portal, completely filling the entire starry sky.

"Second brother, I knew you wouldn't be late!"

With reinforcements arriving and the commander-in-chief personally present, what can possibly stop us?

Soon, Mordred arrived at the First Legion's flagship with his good brothers and met with Zhuang Sen.

"Zhuang Sen, how many troops does the Dark Angels have left? What's the current situation? Why can't I contact you?"

"Nearly half of the losses have been incurred. Luther has already led his men to destroy the planets behind the lines. As for the battle situation, you've seen it yourself. This time, it's the main force of Randan that's coming. At the latest, it will take half a standard Terra day. If you hadn't come, the First Legion wouldn't have been able to hold out."

The reason for such severe losses is due to that damned full-band jamming interference.

Slamming his fist on the command platform, Zhuang Sen made no attempt to hide his rage. He was incredibly frustrated by the battle; everyone was fighting their own battles, making it impossible to execute any tactical boarding maneuvers.

The fact that Zhuang Sen was so enraged shows just how fierce the battle must have been.

"Do you think I'm exaggerating? Let me tell you, it's not like that at all. Those damned Randan aliens somehow got their hands on ten combat moons, plunging the entire sector into a fog of war. They can even hack into our communication systems." "How many?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred completely lost her composure. Ten battle moons, my ass! Are you kidding me?

That's the moon for battle, not some cabbage used for stewing vermicelli in the kitchen.

Knowing this would be the reaction, Zhuang Sen's expression turned even uglier than Zhuang Sen's when he saw the giant celestial weapon that tore apart ships with its powerful gravity the moment it appeared.

"There were ten of them. If the Razor of Truth hadn't covered the rear and pulled two combat moons to self-destruct, the Dark Angels would have suffered a devastating blow immediately. It would have been impossible for it to have been delayed until now."

Also, don't let Atlas penetrate too deep into the front lines; the ground war is beyond saving.

Seeing that Zhuang Sen was somewhat self-destructive and showing signs of collapse, Mordred wisely took out two mushrooms and handed them to his good older brother.

As two plumes of smoke rose, the two burly men squatted on the bridge discussing the battle situation. Most of the time, Zhuang Sen was talking while Mordred was listening, spraying him with spit.

"Don't worry, brother. Atlas is just the vanguard. The Ultramarines and Blood Angels are on their way. Let me deal with these bastards."

"Ultramen? Are you sure they won't be late?"

"No, buddy, it's just a rumor. Ultramarines aren't always late, so don't worry about it!"

Listening to his brother's comforting words, Zhuang Sen flicked the half-eaten mushroom out of his mouth. The little thing greatly relieved his anxiety, as the past month had been too agonizing.

"There's one more thing. The Randan Xenomorph is different from all the Xenomorphs the Empire has ever seen. That's why I've fought to the death without retreating. They can..."

"It can pollute and transform humans, right?"

"How did you know! Well, Atlas joined the First Randan War. So you should understand why I'm so annoyed."

Johnson was indeed in a bad state and had started to ramble, but Mordred could understand, since he would be in the same state if half of Atlas were killed.

Faced with Ran Dan, a dangerous alien that can reproduce by infecting humans and also exert mind control, the two discussed for a long time but could not come up with a perfect solution, so they could only implement a scorched earth policy.

Atlas takes over from the Dark Angels to guard the front line, and the First Legion uses the Extinction Order to sweep away the surrounding planets, determined not to give the enemy a chance to mass-produce troops.

Mordred himself, along with the Black Knight guards, followed Johnson to the front lines. He needed to observe the latest battlefield situation firsthand, as frontline footage couldn't be transmitted over.

But when they actually reached the edge of the battlefield and saw those eight war moons firing wildly, which could distort the gravitational field of the entire galaxy just by floating there, Mordred couldn't hold back anymore.

"Damn, you guys have really put in a lot of effort to last this long!"

Zhuang Sen "(;Д`)"

P.S.: Update time has been adjusted to the evening; updating every day at midnight is becoming too much to handle.

　Um, I'll adjust the update time tomorrow and post it in the evening. I've been jet-lagged lately, and updating every day at midnight is taking a toll.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)