Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 143 Human Cannon, Level One Preparation

With Atlas's arrival, the Dark Angels finally got a breather.

Even so, after receiving supplies from Atlas, this group of Hakimi remained active on the front lines.

The scorched-earth policy went quite smoothly; the Dark Angels were more adept at this than anyone else. The only headache was the eight battle moons. As long as they existed, the Imperial fleet would be unable to inflict any significant damage.

Each of the combat moons is a celestial weapon comparable in size to Luna. These eight monstrous things, simply by floating there motionless, have already caused the gravity of the besieged Cadia to collapse.

Its planetary-level void shield is even more insane, as thick as a tortoise shell, making it impossible for Imperial ships to penetrate.

Such enemies are actually quite common. During the Great Expedition, there were many such Master Roshi, who wore the thickest armor, endured the most vicious attacks, and could drag people down to their deaths.

If we follow the usual tactical procedure, the best option would be to board the ship in orbit, using the Space Marines' superior combat power to launch a surprise attack on the Void Shield Matrix, giving the Space Navy the opportunity to bombard the surface.

The solution is right there, and Zhuang Sen isn't stupid, but the problem is that the ships simply can't get close to the other side.

Putting aside the fact that getting too close would result in being captured by gravitational turbulence, your space warship is no match for ground firepower, and you could be shot down with the slightest carelessness.

Once you've survived the barrage of artillery fire and escaped being bombarded by anti-aircraft guns, and finally reached the planet's surface, the full-band jamming and interference from the Randan aliens will render you practically deaf and blind.

The endless stream of cannon fodder slaves will give you a real sense of surprise. If you die, that's fine, but if you're half-dead, you'll be captured and transformed into a star slave.

This is like the opponent coming out with eight Blue-Eyes White Dragons, along with a Graveyard Deathrattle card stealing ability, and then using a powerful Guan Yu to modify Zhuge Liang's Repeating Crossbow, accumulating eighteen Heart Kills.

"Damn it, it's a stand-in just like me, Gou'er Dan. I'm going to give Three Kingdoms Kill a bad review after I get home from this war."

Zhuang Sen couldn't understand what Mordred was rambling on. His brother was good in every way, but he just kept saying things he couldn't understand. However, he knew that his brother understood him.

Lighting up another mushroom, the Lion King, now a cat-crazy cat obsessed with catnip, grumbled and said:

"They couldn't break through with a single attack, nor could they push it away. Four out of the five blockades were breached, and the First Legion could only fight and retreat at the same time."

There's no turning back now. If we back down any further, it'll be the Battle of the Solar Starfield, and we'll lose all face. How am I supposed to run for war commander then?

When it came to his sore spot, Johnson couldn't hold back any longer and began to pour out his grievances to Mordred:
"I really want to be a war commander!"

Looking at this heartbroken fat cat, Mordred really wanted to say, "You Dark Angels are all crippled, and you still want to run for War Commander? You're dreaming!" But the words stuck in her throat.

"Brother, Ran Dan's move was really ruthless, but I, Mordred, am not just a name without substance. This time I've brought my latest masterpiece, the Green-skinned Lizard, which never fears battle."

Don't worry, I'll definitely vote for you when it comes time to run for general.

"really?"

"really!"

"But brother, you have to do me a favor and borrow your head."

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Mordred's plan was simple: all fighting would be turned into boarding maneuvers. Atlas, connected to the Khala, was immune to mind control, and his cannon fodder lizardmen would only become stronger and more domineering. As for how to break through the defenses and land, he could simply sneak over little by little. Once he got to that place, he could breed an endless horde of beasts on his own.

After explaining his plan to Johnson, Mordred handed over all command of his fleet and had Atlas disperse to each ship to act as human telephones.

In terms of troop deployment, Mordred is definitely no match for Johnson. He should just stick to being a hero unit.

As soon as the order was given, the mental network fell silent. No one would waste precious computing power during the battle, and everyone rushed to their posts.

The battle lines that had been maintained by adding fuel to the fire were torn apart, and the allied fleet immediately launched a full-scale attack. The two flagships of the legion fired wildly, not seeking to kill, but only to confuse the enemy's vision.

Under the cover of a barrage of artillery fire, a Cobra destroyer was launched, cautiously probing the edge of the battlefield as it inching closer to the nearest battle moon.

Taking advantage of its size, the destroyer named Flying Chicken managed to maneuver nimbly through the space debris, eventually making its way to the side of the battlefield. However, its movements were somewhat sneaky, much like a large cat crouching in the depths of a dense forest.

At the macro cannon launch port of the Flying Chicken, Mordred, who was already prepared, was warming up. Beside her, with tubes inserted in the back of her head, Zhuang Sen, acting as a humanoid ship girl, had his eyes closed. The entire ship was his eyes.

Looking at the large shell that had been hastily cut open and had its internal explosives removed, Zhuang Sen couldn't help but feel that something was amiss:

"Brother, even though this is just a Cobra-class destroyer, are you sure it can withstand the overload when shells are fired? Don't kill yourself."

"Don't worry! A mere one ten-thousandth of the speed of light, an acceleration of less than Mach 90, I can handle it. Even if I can't, as long as I still have some flesh left, I can complete the mission."

"These shells are perfectly safe, I'm not scared at all, what are you panicking about!"

That's true, but Zhuang Sen didn't want to be branded as a brother-crazy man, while Tom, who was acting as a human base, was much more carefree:
"Your Highness, our father is a man who can't even be killed by a spear. To be reduced to dust is just a piece of cake."

Don't worry, if Father unfortunately dies in battle, we will honor his last wishes and elect you as the commander-in-chief.

Zhuang Sen, who had been treated with filial piety, was speechless. Because of the tube inserted into the back of his head and his passive connection to Kara, he was certain that this Atlas named Tom was telling the truth, and Mordred thought so too.

"You guys are crazy, but it's theoretically feasible. Since things have come to this, let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred instantly melted, turning into a bloody mess that surged into the cannonball's body. With the Lion King exhausted and in a "destroy it all" mindset, it began to fuse with the plasma engine.

The neural connection lines, the flesh-filled hull, and the high-strength skeleton comparable to adamantite climbed up from the projectile and, under Mordred's control, grew vector nozzles that connected to the plasma engine.

For aesthetic reasons, Master Mo even painted the projectile red, since red is a symbol of speed and looks festive.

"I'm ready, Zhuang Sen! Go ahead and shoot me out with your big gun! Remember, one shot, one kill!"

"Shut up! I must have been a fool to come here and die with you. Now get out of here!"

Two muscular mechanical arms descended from the sky, grabbed the Mordred, and shoved it into the cannon barrel. As the breech closed, Johnson punched Atlas's enormous red launch button.

With a deafening roar, Mordred, who was hurtling out at one ten-thousandth the speed of light, instantly stopped thinking. Darkness enveloped him, and only the howls echoed from his mental network:

"Fight! It's so exhilarating!"

(End of this chapter)