Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 341 Thrilling Combination Techniques
The scorching hot bomb shot out, and with the secondary acceleration of the propellant, the solid hydrogen warhead faithfully fulfilled its mission.

One gargoyle fell to the ground, and the gazes of the other Tyranid creatures were drawn to Heinseflo at the top of the Corpse Mountain.

But Hein Severo showed no fear, his heavy explosive bolter becoming a deadly line of fire, each bullet hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy under the Space Marine's superhuman control.

As a machine gunner, the most important thing is suppressing fire. In order to unleash the full potential of the Space Marines, Dante, that old schemer, did not gather all the canned goods together, but instead poured them across the entire front line.

Firepower teams centered around Astartes were deployed throughout the fortress, with each team consisting of over a hundred Astral Army soldiers.

The era of mindless charging is over. When facing the Terran swarm, a war of attrition is an extremely mindless choice. It is more practical to have elite units like the Space Marines stay in the rear and snipe from the sidelines than to send them into the fray.

Others might find the Tyranid swarm daunting, but Mordred, a fellow RTS player, knows better than anyone that the key to stopping the swarm's attack isn't killing the minions, but rather the node creatures.

As for why Mordred looks so familiar, isn't that obvious? Atlas started out using this method; the original Atlas was a direct copy of Bugs and Greenskins.

Each Atlas is a central control node, under which are the Spartan squads, Mushroom Knights, and Lizardman Orcs, who, together with the Burning Legion of the Warp Special Forces, form a four-pronged offensive.

The command system built on the mind network can truly enable subordinates to perform extreme micro-management maneuvers, such as shifting the machine gun position 5 centimeters to the right, as long as the central control node is not decapitated.

In order to fully utilize the combat power of this system, when the legion is outnumbered, each Atlas needs to go to the Catachan training camp for 12 years of coursework, with weekly tests, monthly assessments, and finally battlefield practice.

Other legions train Space Marines as soldiers, while Mordred trained them as junior officers. The purpose of the legions was not for the Great Crusade, but to fight a world war.

As for who that hypothetical enemy is, don't ask.

In short, under this model, Atlas not only produced Space Marines and Spartans, but also cultivated countless auxiliary military officers and scientific researchers.

It was only because Atlas was rich enough back then that he didn't become cannon fodder on the front lines of the Great Crusade; otherwise, this slow-to-result, long-cycle model would have already worn down the legion.

Mordred was heartbroken that Atlas was being divided up by others, but he could accept it; after all, things could be earned back.

What he found most unacceptable was that the talents he had nurtured had been squandered by the Empire; those were Atlas's most important legacy.

It was precisely through this model, coupled with the infinite mana bar and infinite resurrection coins that Mordred possessed when he ascended to godhood, that the rampaging fel fire managed to force the Chaos army into a state of utter despair, forcing the Four Merchants and the Weasels to form a desperate alliance.

Now facing similar players like the Tyranid, Mordred said that these were all things he had already mastered, and immediately got hooked on reading, writing a book titled "A Concise Encyclopedia of the Tyranid That Even Eugrim Can Understand".

It details the Terran Zerg's command structure, unit composition, combat habits, and even outlines the parameters of the living weapons used by the Terran Zerg.

According to this guide, each firing point is equipped with at least four heavy bolter guns, with Space Marines acting as the main shooters to pick off high-value targets.

Meanwhile, the Astronauts provided suppressive fire during reloading breaks, and with the Void Shield array activated to its maximum extent by Balna, it was sufficient to withstand orbital strikes.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is to disrupt the Terran's cycle of using war to sustain war.

The molten metal bomb was launched, and this bomb, which was as thick as a Space Marine, fell into the front line in a parabolic trajectory. It imploded at a height of 5 meters above the ground, spraying outward the volatile promethium fuel and oxidizer carried inside the bomb, and then a secondary explosion occurred.

The high-temperature shockwave tore apart the chitinous carapace, and the 4300-degree high-temperature flames burned everything. The moisture inside the insect was evaporated a second time, and it continued to burn wildly amidst the flames.

Then... the sound of artillery fire roared in.

The Icarus anti-aircraft gun and the Hydra anti-aircraft tank, with their muzzles lowered, are always surprisingly effective against infantry units, regardless of the era.

The divine machines that emerged stood tall on the earth, accompanied by the heavily armored groups of the Holy Blood Angels, along with a large number of knight mechs as support, and infantry in artillery-tank coordination.

But there were just too many insects, and they stubbornly withstood the artillery fire with their flesh and blood, turning the entire sky into a solid canopy that relentlessly pressed down on Baal.

Ammunition at each firing point was being consumed rapidly, but the insects seemed endless.

Perhaps realizing that this was a tough nut to crack, some elite Terran units also appeared on the battlefield.

Heinzefro had emptied all the ammunition in the firing point and repelled four swarms of insect attacks. Following Commander Dante's instructions, they had to retreat to the inner defensive line.

Then he saw a giant airdrop container fall from the sky.

The first to emerge from the airdrop were a group of Terran units, nearly 3 meters tall, covered in layers of thick armor, with four thick arms and two legs, standing upright in the swarm of insects.

Behind these executioners was an even more powerful and domineering beast, comparable to a patrolling knight—the Hive Tyrant!
Despite being just an insect, Heinz Severo could see a certain wisdom in the eyes of that tyrant.

Before Sefero could react, the massive living biological weapon in the Hive Tyrant's hand suddenly writhed, and a ball of scorching acid shot out, heading towards their firing position.

"Ahhhhh!!"

A horrifyingly loud burning sound rang out, and several Baal defenders, caught off guard, were instantly burned to charred skeletons. Not only that, but with the help of the tactical module integrated into his helmet, Severo saw that 72 surrounding firing positions had been instantly extinguished, and his personal terminal was frequently alarming.

"Warning, warning, a level 12 high-energy reaction has been detected."

"boom!"

In an instant, a violent explosion struck, and Severo, who was lying by the observation window, was thrown to the ground by the shockwave. Then he saw a Titan standing on the earth.

As expected, with the appearance of this giant Tyranid unit known as the Insect Saint, the previously stable defensive line shattered instantly. A Titan was unable to dodge in time and was cut in two on the spot, its rear end flying through the air.

Without any hesitation, Severo immediately assembled his squad and fled at lightning speed. It wasn't that he was deserting; it was mainly because with these Titan units appearing on the battlefield, his machine gun might not even be able to penetrate their skin.

Forget about the Insect Saint, even the executioner's carapace next to the Insect Hive Tyrant is two meters thick and can withstand Lemanrus's bombardment.

Not only Severo, but the other fire teams made the same choice, retreating to the rear defensive line under the cover of the fortress guns.

But the Hive Tyrant wouldn't let these little insects leave so easily. A dark purple psionic storm swept in instantly, melting the thick ceramic jar deck in front of it and guiding the Insect Saint's biomass cannon.

Time seemed to freeze. As he watched the bio-cannon grow brighter and brighter as it charged, Severo felt he was about to die, but it seemed impossible that he was going to die.

At this critical moment, the originally dark, light gray sky was torn apart by the winding and twisting vines, and the illusion of a verdant grassland stretched across the horizon.

Such a powerful high-energy reaction caused personal terminals to crash on the spot, and even a Titan-like behemoth like the Insect Saint felt a life-or-death crisis and tried to take evasive action.

The cold, damp fog merged with the rampant, burning fel lightning, and with a boastful laugh, two golden meteors streaked down:

"Hmph, trying to escape! Let me show you the hot-blooded combination technique of the two brothers."

Hey, big brother!

Hey, second brother!

[Thunderous Fury - Diamond Drill!!!]

In an instant, the world changed color. The two Primal Bodies that were flying down transformed into human form, with evil lightning spiraling around them and twisting vines solidifying into a physical form, like an emerald green drill that pierced the sky, and smashed hard into the unlucky Insect Saint who was bound here by the two space-type powerhouses!

"boom!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, a giant crater with a diameter of 13 kilometers appeared before everyone's eyes. The battlefield, which was originally filled with corpses and ruins, was completely torn apart and covered by a grassland and a twisted jungle growing on the grassland.

This exaggerated scene not only shocked the human defenders, but also stunned the Tyranids. The Queen of Destiny even crushed the biomass in her hand, emitting a sharp screech.

"No, this isn't right, how could this be?"

Then the Queen of Insects, who had devoured countless worlds, saw two towering figures emerge from the illusion, joining forces. Behind those two golden-haired figures were the main forces of the Dark Angels and Blood Angels, who had been transported there by the Primarchs.

Before the Queen could even finish figuring out what those two lumps of something were, she saw one of them pick up half of a Tyrant's head from the ground and shove it against its own head, trying to command the other Tyrannical units.

Even the Queen of the Life-Shaping Insects couldn't understand this abstract operation. Just one glance at it made her feel insulted, to the point that she thought that absorbing the genes of this strange individual might make the swarm stupid.

Then a voice suddenly appeared in its mind:

“You wretched country bumpkin from beyond the river, how dare you invade the empire! Did you just curse me? I heard you! You're asking for death! Zhuang Sen, you come and curse it.”

Compared to the extremely arrogant voice just now, a slightly more composed, but even more savage, voice appeared in the Queen Insect's mind:

"Pah! You bastard, if I don't smash your head off, I'm Guilliman's son! Send out the whole army and crush them!"

For the Emperor!
"Waaaagh!!"

……

Meanwhile, unusual activity in the Empire's dark side also caught the Empire's attention. Upon hearing that a Primarch had returned, Guilliman immediately launched an expedition.

Especially after discovering that the Primarch was fighting the Zerg swarm in Baal, Guilliman didn't hesitate at all, leaving those idiot Highlords behind and heading straight for Baal:

Upon seeing the photograph in his hand, Guilliman subconsciously ignored the unpleasant Johnson, focusing all his attention on his winged buddy:

"Saint Gilles, wait for me! This time I will make sure you don't sacrifice yourself in vain."

(End of this chapter)