Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Although he knew that the original body would have a great impact on his legion of soldiers, he still felt somewhat heartbroken when he actually encountered this situation.

Further words are unnecessary; the final assault on the remaining stubborn fortresses of the Gadinar people is about to begin.

In this final battle, the Gadinars will unleash even more dark technologies they have never seen before.

The real battle has not yet officially begun.

"Prepare for landing; we are about to join the battle as the legion's vanguard."

"And in this battle, I must remind you all: the enemy's remaining resistance is likely to be stronger than you imagine."

"If we don't prepare in advance, we will face incalculable casualties."

"I hope you all understand this."

Casca spoke with a solemn expression.

Soldiers are gathering near the capital, Gardiner.

Facing the relentless barrage of artillery fire in front of this bombed city was a dark blue defensive barrier.

Even from the outskirts of the city where Casca is located, you can see the giant saucer-shaped tower in the city center that controls the shield generator.

It was far too large compared to any shield generator I had ever seen before.

According to intelligence obtained from previous negotiations, this massive psionic shield generator is the foundation of the Gardinar Empire.

Throughout their millennia-long history as a pocket empire, they have also faced invasions from other alien or human interstellar empires.

But thanks to this powerful shield system, they managed to hold out until the end and launch a counterattack.

Even now, it's the same.

Every moment, countless genetically modified psionic beings are inside the capital, and the fuel used to create a shield is thrown into it.

Such a massive investment has given it an incredible battery life that is beyond what others can imagine.

To overload it, the warship's macro cannons, laser spears, and whirlwind torpedoes alone are not enough.

This is also the reason why Phyllis ultimately chose to vote on the landing site after several days of orbital bombardment.

The battle began with a barrage of missiles.

Combined with the cannon fire from the giant warships in the sky, countless missiles swept across the shield from the Flame-Patterned Titan Legion of Fleet 413 and the Mortis Dreadnoughts from Iron Hand.

At the same time, the laser cannon beams from the Destroyer Predator tank, which were precisely controlled and coordinated by Philus, were also fired along with it.

The thunderous Medusa Cannon, the Earthshaking Heavy Cannon, and the Poison Blade Tank's Poison Blade Cannon—in short, an endless barrage far exceeding the most insane fantasies of the High Lord of Gadinar—in an instant began to suppress the Gadinar people's shields.

Even the Gadinar Shield, which possesses almost inexhaustible energy, saw its pale blue light dimming further under such terrifying firepower.

The opponent's psionic field shield is now only a matter of time in Philus's eyes.

That's right, that's exactly it.

The weak are left with only submission or death; mercy has no effect on them.

Only immense power is the most enduring truth in this world.

Looking at the dilapidated capital fortress of the Gadinar people, which seemed poised to crumble into ruins in the next second.

Phyllis couldn't help but "think" about it.

Even if excessive mechanical modification would cause her, or the entire legion, to lose a part of their humanity.

But from the moment she embarked on the Great Expedition, from the moment she fought against the other aliens, hadn't she already chosen to abandon a part of her humanity for the sake of victory?

What's the difference between now and then?

Stupid!

Suddenly, as if in a final, desperate attempt, the shield generator, which was about to dim, suddenly brightened up again.

The shield was not overloaded; instead, it became even stronger.

What's going on here?

The same doubts flooded the minds of the surface troops at this moment.

"Gardinar people!"

"Their surface forces are advancing towards us!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise over the communicator, and the armed forces hidden under the giant shields gradually came into view.

The final counterattack from Lord Gadinar has begun.

"All warriors of the Ultramarines, charge with me!"

Commander of Expeditionary Fleet 413, Ultramarines Chapter Leader Cicero, led his Ultramarines to the forefront.

The shame inflicted by the Ultramarines can only be washed away by the blood of their enemies.

Upon learning that Philus would launch a full-scale attack on the main planet of Gadinar, the chapter commander Cicero, who had recovered from his injuries, volunteered to serve as the vanguard of the ground forces.

He was about to engage in the first wave of firefight with the enemy who had once brought them shame.

And they will never lack teammates by their side.

The psionic troops from the Thousand Sons Legion, led by Amal, were shielding them from distant artillery fire with psionic shields.

"Sons of the Emperor, use motorcycle fire to flank and cover our friendly forces' advance!"

Meanwhile, a mixed force of Imperial Sons and Iron Hands, led by Kasgar, is also joining the Ultramarines in their assault on the enemy fortress city.

After the first wave of attacks failed to overload the large shield generators of the Gadinars, Philus immediately opted for a second strategy.

An elite squad stormed into the city and destroyed the enemy's large shield generator from within.

Complete the boarding maneuver.

But clearly, the Gadinars' most formidable surface combat force is no pushover either.

Leading the charge were a large number of suicide tanks and troop carriers carrying a large number of suicide soldiers.

These soldiers were similar to the Gadinar assassins that Casca had encountered on the ship, but compared to those high-end ones, these suicide infantrymen, who relied on sheer numbers, obviously couldn't stop the Ultramarines' advance much.

"Attention! A large number of Gadinar quadrupedal titans are ahead!"

Dozens of the same four-legged Titans that Casca had encountered before blocked their path.

It seems that the High Lord of Gadinar has used all his trump cards.

But things are different now: before, Kasgar and his men only numbered a few hundred, but now, a thousand Ultramarines are at the forefront, the various clans of the Iron Hand are guarding the center, and wizards from the Thousand Sons are there to provide support and shields.

Moreover, they are supported by a large amount of heavy firepower from the Iron Hand Legion. The strength of the two sides has undergone a dramatic change.

Originally, even dealing with three Titans was a bit of a struggle for Casgar.

But now they seem no different from cannon fodder: as soon as they rush forward, their shields quickly become overloaded and they fall down quickly.

They transformed into fallen steel ruins, slightly hindering the advance of the Ultramarines' vanguard army.

Of course, it can only provide a slight obstruction.

"Truly terrifying firepower coverage and legion coordination."

Casca was somewhat dumbfounded.

Even if their imperial legion only needed to harass from the sidelines, the Gadinar people's defenses would be reduced to ruins by endless artillery fire.

In wars of this scale, individual skill plays a relatively minor role.

The key is to see the firepower coverage generated by farming!

Casca was beginning to agree with Guilliman's theory.

If he can actually do that, instead of rushing in to fight one-on-one when it comes to actual combat.

Hmm. It seems like Casca did the same thing.

That's fine.

As one obstacle after another was broken through by the Ultramarines of the Vanguard, the core army of Lord Gadinar was finally exposed to Casgar and his men's view.

"My God, what is this thing?"

Dr. Zombie King's car?

Lord Gardinard rode in an extremely large, colossal walking tank.

This walking tank resembles a spider beetle and is supported by several giant mechanical legs;

It is equipped with a large number of massive particle cannons, which can penetrate any obstacle they encounter on the battlefield from extremely long distances.

Except for Philus's iron hands.

These cannons were even more powerful than the top-tier particle cannons used to assassinate Philus.

If it weren't for the fact that the senior's Iron Hand possessed superhuman strength, any other Primarch would have been severely injured, if not killed, by this attack.

And it wasn't just the giant tanks that the Lord of Gadinar rode in; they were also supported by a large number of infantry fighting tanks and predator tanks as they advanced.

Furthermore, a large number of bio-modified warriors clad in lightweight shell-like power armor, wielding massive shields, engaged in bloody hand-to-hand combat with the Ultramarines' vanguard.

After numerous hard-fought battles, even the battle leader Cicero sustained multiple injuries.

"Cicero, watch out!"

"Kasga shouted."

While splitting an oncoming infantry fighting tank in two, Cicero was completely unaware of the high-speed suicide Rhino armored vehicle charging from the side.

Chapter 102 A Man Named Aquaduna Decides to Die (Part 2)

Twenty-eight Expeditionary Fleets.

"Thirty years, Chemos the centaur, gold ring."

"I love Fu, and Fu loves me."

Most of the Eldar pirate mercenaries had already returned to their small sailing ships to hold a ceremony to honor the new Phoenix King.

Pray thirty times with utmost sincerity.

As for this incomprehensible "blessing".

Irelia was also unsure why she had chosen a word from the New Phoenix King legend play as a pious blessing to Him.

But she could sense that whenever she uttered these words, whether in Eldar or human language, the evil creature from the High Heavens would never dare to approach her again.

It is very effective at exorcising demons when traveling in warp space.

As one of the Phoenix King's most devoted followers, this small group of Eldar, after successfully escaping the clutches of the Thirsty Lady, have grown ever more devoted to the new Phoenix King.

Even if the other party is not a Spirit Race.

So what if the prototype was just a wild monkey?

If you can defeat the Thirsty Lady, you'll be a Super Fighting God!

Have you received any news from Iyanden?

Beside her, a bone chanter asked.

“I’d rather I hadn’t received it.” Irele shook her head bitterly.

“I told them everything that happened here, and the old man said we were bewitched by the devil and that it was a heinous act of betrayal.”

She understood that Eyandon was still considered powerful among the Eldar on the Ark at this time.

Even if the chances were slim, these old guys never gave up hope of restoring the Spirit Race Empire.

Under such prejudice, they would never admit that the new Phoenix King is human.

"It's alright, sister. Once they truly witness the power of our new Phoenix King to dispel all the gloom of the Lady of Thirst, they will definitely volunteer to join our ranks."

"It's too early for all of this."

"We also need to teach those who are blindly confident and do not understand the power of the Supreme Heaven, so that they may also understand the dangers of chaos."

"But what should we do?"

"Spreading faith."

As Irell spoke, golden flames seemed to emanate from her eyes.