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All the terrifying weapons mounted on the Titan were put into use. Rupert controlled his metal body and frantically launched plasma blasters, super-heavy melta cannons and other attacks that were extremely lethal to the Titan.

At the same time, a large number of short-range defense systems began to open fire at full power. The high-rate artillery on both sides of the armored head and the defensive turrets on both sides of the thighs that were comparable to heavy tanks swept across the light units of the rebels on the ground.

There is no possibility of getting hurt on the battlefield when Titans intervene. The firepower overflowing from the complete explosion will destroy infantry units and armored vehicles along with the earth as long as they are within the attack range.

This is the stage for the Titan God Machine, and all other war units are just supporting roles that appear to demonstrate the majesty of the Titan.

The Standing Titan Legion began to focus its fire on the enemy's Warmaster-class Titan, the Hirabarzir. These experienced captains understood that no one in their army could face the terrifying Titan killer head-on.

As the saying goes, it is better to cut off one finger than to hurt ten fingers. As long as the Shirabarzir and the other two Warmaster-class Titans are still there, they will face an absolute disadvantage.

It would be better to take advantage of the fact that those who stand tall are at their peak and get rid of the difficult and tough ones now.

The total number of the Standing Legion is around sixty, which should be a number that can engage in a long tug-of-war with the Tiger-Eye Titan Legion. However, due to the existence of the Warmaster-class Titans, they have fallen into a very passive situation.

"Those damned traitors installed a Mars-type void shield protection array on the Warmaster-class Titan. It has seven sets of void shield generators. We have to overload seven sets of void shields at once before we can attack its main body!"

"Seven void shields! Are you kidding me?"

Rupert roared as he talked to the other Titan pilots through the communication platform to keep in step.

"This thing's defense is probably on par with that of an Emperor-class Titan. God of All Machines, the scanning array shows that underneath its void shield, there is a level 30 armor made of plastic steel and high-strength ceramics, precisely constructed and combined. At the bottom is its adamantine body."

These Mechanicus captains understood this concept very well, which meant that this Warmaster-class Titan was more like a huge moving lump of iron than a divine machine.

What on earth did those Dark Mechanicus bastards do to it to make this giant hunk of metal move?

Its design concept is that after the void shield fails, the Warmaster-class Titan can still rely on the complete armor system to stand still.

Compared to it, the Warlord-class Titan is just a fragile toy that will fall down at the slightest touch.

But they had no choice. Every Titan of the Standing began to focus its fire on the Shirabarzhir.

The enemy tried to restart the void shield, but the loyalists did not give them a chance. The violent plasma torrents carried high-temperature particles of hundreds of millions of degrees. Wherever they passed, even the adamantium would melt through.

The Tiger Eye Legion saw through their purpose, and under the control of the captain, the Shirabarzir instantly turned around and aimed its heavy shoulder armor at the concentrated firepower from the Loyal Titan Legion.

A teeth-grinding sound of metal tearing was heard, and the Warmaster-class Titan stumbled back a few steps, still keeping its center of gravity steady. The location where it was targeted by the Standees' fire had been completely melted through, and the molten metal continued to fall to the ground, quickly cooling and taking shape in the holes created by its giant claws.

As for the knight mechas around the Shirabaril, they were directly reduced to ashes by the aftermath of the battle. The knight mechas were too weak in a war of this level and were completely vulnerable.

"Damn, what kind of monster is that? It's not dead yet!" Rupert said in horror. They exchanged injuries but still couldn't do anything to the Warmaster-class Titan. Although the rebellious machine was severely damaged, it was still alive.

At the same time, the metal hatch on the back of the Hirabarzir, which had withstood the first wave of attacks, popped open, and six-mounted Revelator missiles burst out at once. Round after round of missile attacks immediately caused the Titans of the Standstill to stagger.

This is how Titans fight. These thick-skinned giants are able to withstand dozens or even hundreds of attacks from the enemy without being defeated, unless they are hit head-on by the Warmaster-class Titan's ultimate weapon, the Plasma Destroyer, which can kill them with one blow.

The Tiger Eye Titan Legion had no concerns at all. They directly closed the distance and began to accumulate energy with the giant chainsaw swords or power fists mounted on their right arms.

These terrifying enemies approached the Stand with unimaginable speed and agility. Rupert only felt a flash before his eyes, and the half-crippled Warmaster-class Titan had arrived in front of him.

He instantly felt a chill running through his bones, because the opponent's huge power claw flashed a dazzling decomposition force field and went straight to the energy core on his back.

Rupert tried his best to dodge, and finally survived after paying the heavy price of a Titan arm.

However, his teammates did not have such luck and skills. In another brutal close-range fight, a warlord-class Titan was once again pierced through the vitals and died in the explosion.

The war between Titans was like a meat grinder, with only real damage exchanged. In contrast, the mortal armies around them were decreasing at an alarming rate, so much so that the commanders had to withdraw the mortal troops.

Rupert had a premonition of a hopeless fate. Facing the well-prepared Tiger-Eye Titan Legion, the Standing Ones seemed to have reached a critical moment of life and death.

Emperor, please show us the way!

Om Messiah, bless us!

The Titan he was riding was already seriously injured, so Rupert simply let go of his defense completely, trading injuries for injuries to buy time for his comrades.

Everyone on the planet is worried about the progress of this Titan war. The loyalists understand that once the Standing Titan Legion falls, what awaits them will be death and shameful captivity.

At that time, death might be a better outcome. The worse outcome is that the enemy will sacrifice them to the warp, which will be endless torture and terror.

The governor was already in despair. Standing from a third-party perspective, he could see the development of the war most clearly.

The Standfast's losses were far faster than those of the enemy, and none of the three most powerful Warmaster-class Titans had fallen yet.

The Warmaster-class Titan is worthy of its design positioning as a Titan Killer. It moves back and forth among the Standees, relying on its terrifying health bar and defense to never fall.

The planetary governor, who had aged dozens of years in a short period of time, looked up at the sky helplessly, praying for possible reinforcements.

But suddenly, he rubbed his eyes frantically as if he had seen some hallucination.

At the end of his sight, strange spots of light flickered in the dark universe. Three huge black shadows like celestial planets were approaching at high speed in space. They were so huge, but the governor had never seen such a huge spaceship.

"No, no, that's not an illusion!"

The Governor muttered to himself as if he was insane. He rushed to the Mechanicus priest beside him, grabbed his Martian red robe and questioned him frantically.

"Tell me it wasn't an illusion!"

Chapter 421 Traitors, I have arrived (Please subscribe)

"The Standing Ones and Tiger Eyes are fighting fiercely on the surface. Fortunately, we arrived not too late."

Sanguinius propped himself up in front of the command platform in front of him, folding his wings behind him, and holographic projections of Jonson and Jaghatai appeared on the platform.

"We have to get rid of those traitor warships first. It's not a difficult task," said Chagatai.

Now, the reinforcements from the solar system have just arrived and have not yet dispersed. There are three Thundercloud-class planetary battleships staying together, and they are not afraid even if they are fighting against the main force of the rebels.

What's more, there was only one battleship, the Sword of the Phoenician, of the Emperor's Sons, and some other small fish and shrimps in front of him.

To the expeditionary fleet, these enemies were nothing more than a blight on their teeth.

"We need intelligence to get the boarding torpedoes and boarding boats ready."

"Release the electromagnetic pulse torpedo to paralyze it!"

Zhuang Sen has absorbed all the data on the battlefield in front of him. His brain is more powerful than the Thinker's computer, and he has now built a complete model of the battlefield.

Everything was under his control, and then orders were passed down according to Ryan's instructions.

The coordination of your own warships, possible macro cannon and torpedo counterattacks by the enemy, and the locations of more enemies that may be lurking in the galaxy.

For Ryan, grasping the overall picture of a battlefield of this level was not a difficult task; it was just an appetizer.

Under the control of the battleship's intelligent computer, the output power of the engine room skyrocketed instantly, and the acceleration capability that the Thundercloud-class planetary battleship was proud of was even more prominent inside the galaxy.

The speed of these three behemoths was even faster than those of the smaller battleships. The auspex and scanning array of the Emperor's Children's Sword of Phoenicia had just begun to sound the alarm when the New Caliban arrived.

If Ryan wanted to destroy them, the Phoenician Sword would have fallen under the impact of the damage explosion out of sight. Hundreds of macro cannons carrying electromagnetic pulse weapons smashed into the battleships, tearing apart their void shield defense systems.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Sword of the Phoenician was in a state of chaos with people screaming everywhere. Electric sparks were shooting out from the joints of the cabin, and scarlet lumen lights accompanied the alarm, as if doomsday had come.

Elkenax showed no mercy. He killed several frightened warship crew members with sword skills that were difficult to detect with the naked eye. At the same time, the guards around him began to maintain order.

"Prepare to fight back, follow me!"

Since the enemy did not continue to kill them with macro cannons and light spears, they must want to board the ship and seize it. They want prisoners.

This is naked humiliation!

The Emperor's Children lamented that if it were in the past, even if the battleship was attacked suddenly, there would not be such chaos inside. The strong discipline of the Third Legion was enough to launch a counterattack calmly.

Except for a few of the Emperor's Sons on the Sword of Phoenicia who still adhered to the original legion discipline like him, the rest were all addicted to pleasure and indulgence. They took all kinds of highly addictive drugs and enjoyed the strong hallucination of being in ecstasy.

The poison called "Bud Stimulus" is a psychic hallucinogen made from the blood of Warp Demons mixed with Eldar bone powder. It is an absolute hard currency among the Emperor's Children. The Dark Mechanicus developed these blasphemous things and they were enthusiastically embraced by the Emperor's Children.

In addition, there are some of the Emperor's Children who are obsessed with recreating their own artistic masterpieces on the bodies of mortal slaves. They enjoy cutting open the bodies of mortals while they are still alive, and removing the bones and internal organs bit by bit, creating wonderful paintings before their eyes.

The priests of the Dark Mechanicus could ensure that they would not die in a short period of time, and then these flesh and blood works of art would be hung on the cabin covered with human skin, allowing their screams and wails of joy to decorate this warship belonging to the Emperor's Children.

Elkenax used his sword to awaken those disgusting and vomiting battle-brothers and told them that the army of the False Emperor had arrived.

These undisciplined children of the Emperor took up their scimitars, a melee weapon very similar to the daemon weapon that Fulgrim had acquired in the temple of the Slayer.

The Emperor's Children, eager to emulate their perfect father, abandoned their original weapons and adopted these alien weapons.

The Noise Warriors, covered in fat and dead skin and dripping with highly corrosive saliva, followed Elkenax unsteadily, holding their deadly sonic weapons.

The electromagnetic storm spread around the Sword of Phoenicia, destroying most of the battleship's automatic facilities. The Mechanicus' servitors wailed and fell to the ground, their electronic components overloaded and burned.

Even the power system broke down due to the electromagnetic pulse. The priests of the Mechanicus tried their best to restart it, but to little avail.

Elkenax's hearts were pounding and everything in front of his eyes was dark. Only the light from the stars slightly illuminated the space inside the battleship.

He was sure that the enemy's boarding troops were on the way.

"Attack signal detected on our port side!"

"The battleship's armor was torn!"

The remaining Mechanicus priests and technical sergeants roared loudly, relying on the most primitive sound to convey information. Communications had been cut off, and the electromagnetic storm accumulated in the battleship even caused sparks on the display screens of their tactical helmets.

He angrily pulled off his helmet and relied on his physical senses and intuition to fight.

The battleship was continuously hit by something heavy. It was the sound of boarding torpedoes and boarding boats penetrating the battleship's armor. The Emperor's Son counted the continuous impact sounds in his mind, his heart growing heavier and heavier.

The deck beneath their feet was constantly shaking and trembling, and in the violent shaking, the boarding torpedoes from the New Caliban had released all the Dark Angels they carried.

Lion-Steward Koswain personally led Deathwing and Terrorwing onto the deck of the Sword of the Phoenician. The hole blasted open by the boarding torpedo's hot melt drill dripped red boiling metal, which was then ruthlessly trampled into iron filings by the Dark Angels.

Costwain stared at the corrupted warship in disgust. The subspace energy reader on the power armor kept sending out shrill alarms. If a mortal body was directly exposed to such an environment, it would most likely be corrupted in a short period of time.

"Behead the traitors of the Emperor's Children, but spare their commanders. We need the complete intelligence from their minds."

Coswayn gave orders to the Dark Angel veterans around him, and then these veterans from various inner rings infiltrated into the various channels and pipes of the battleship like mercury pouring out of the ground.

Relying on his powerful intuition and the help of the built-in auspicious instrument, Costwain quickly charged towards the command deck. His guards followed closely beside him, protecting this powerful dark angel.

"Traitors, I have arrived!"

"Get out here and face me!"

Costwain was not worried at all that his tracks would be exposed. On the contrary, he hoped that the enemies could gather together so that he would not have to spend more time checking them one by one.

As his roar sounded, the owner of the Phoenician Sword also rushed towards this location. Elkenax and his Phoenix Guard veterans blocked Koswain.

The Emperor's Child tried to remain graceful, but his defenses crumbled before Corswayn's words.

"Are you veterans of the Phoenix Guard? Why do you have the nerve to call yourselves that?"