Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Following behind this colossal Titan creation were two other Titans of similar size, along with countless surging Gardiner tanks, troops, and fighter jets, who launched a surprise attack on their newly constructed positions almost simultaneously.

"Amar! This is what you meant by only using thermonuclear weapons?!"

"I...I don't know! I was only there as part of a diplomatic mission, not at the time—"

"That's enough, let's stop arguing for now."

Casca interrupted their call.

Cicero's information was incorrect.

The technological and military capabilities of the Gardinar far exceeded any pocket empire they had anticipated.

Casca even suspected that the Gadinar people hadn't used much force when they hit him, Cicero.

The sudden appearance of these three Titan-like giant war machines has left the newly landed outpost in a bit of a predicament.

"Put away your desire for Philus's support for now."

"According to the previous operation plan, Philus is currently leading a team to seize the space elevator from Gardinar to the star orbit."

"Once we can control the space elevator, the transmission speed of our surface troops will be increased indefinitely."

This task was crucial to the capture of Gardinal.

She couldn't possibly be free at this crucial moment.

After hearing Casca's denial, a sigh of extreme disappointment came through the communication device from Company Commander Santo.

Sigh, a mama's boy/space warrior.

"Can the Iron Hand Company around us provide support?"

Casga posed a question that Santo never even dared to consider.

"It's no use, Commander. Before every battle, Lady Phyllis uses her infallible mind to arrange all the pre-battle preparations for us."

"Including the Steel Hands around us, those are all clans that are hostile to us in Avignon. They will not provide us with any support in order to surpass our own combat progress."

"Honestly, in this situation, I don't even know if they'll gloat."

In the Hand of Steel, the greatest competitors are other clans.

The greatest reward came from Primarch Philus herself.

No steel hand will want to hear praise from anyone other than itself.

There are no reinforcements.

They must defeat these three Titan machines using their own strength.

"Scatter first, the landing site cannot be held for the time being."

The Gadinars' tactics were clever.

The timing of the attack was perfect—it struck the Imperial landing site before the human Empire had completed its deployment.

Thus, with tanks and heavy firepower capable of threatening these Titan machines unable to be deployed, the Space Marines' firepower alone is almost insufficient to overload their shields.

Faced with three Gadinar creations comparable to god-like machines, they had no chance of holding the landing point.

Casca chose to retreat temporarily.

"Sons of the Emperor, take your steel-handed colleagues to the motorized vehicle."

"Prepare for guerrilla warfare."

The enemy's Titans leaped over the towering city walls, their massive heads pointing toward the landing point where some obstacles and barriers had just been erected amidst the ruins.

As countless dazzling lights flashed, the turbo-laser cannons mounted on the Titans were aimed at the Iron Hand's defenses.

Its enormous size naturally subjected it to artillery fire from the Steel Hand's position at that moment.

However, all the bullets fired by the Iron Hand position were blocked by a dark blue barrier in front of them.

Force field shield.

Perhaps it's because the technology of the Dark Ages went in different directions. In short, compared to the Imperial Titans equipped with Void Shields, the psionic field shield of Gadinar is weaker, but compared to the Imperial Titans equipped with massive Void Shield generators, their Titan behemoths are more agile.

The force field shield easily blocked these bullets.

In the next instant, the Titan opened fire.

A barrage of laser fire instantly covered the entire landing site.

Fortunately, thanks to Casca's advance command, most of the Space Marines who remained at the outpost had been safely evacuated.

Only a few silent cyborgs, riddled with bullets from countless laser cannons, were reduced to mangled limbs and collapsed upon the ruins, becoming a new layer in this wasteland.

Fighter servant.

Features from the Iron Tenth Legion.

Compared to other legions, they, having already achieved full mechanization, did not deploy many civilian auxiliary troops.

The reason is simple—their frail flesh and blood cannot keep up with the pace of the steel hand.

Only these silent servants are worthy of the iron hands forged from fine steel.

The situation is not optimistic.

After losing control of the landing site, the area under Casca's command was cut off from further heavy firepower support to be deployed to the surface.

As for Kasgar, after dodging the first wave of attacks from the enemy Titans, he boarded the speedboats commonly used by the Third Legion.

On this beautiful, streamlined purple-gold motorcycle, the Terminator armor that suddenly squeezed in made the originally spacious seat seem a little cramped.

Especially when Casca was also a big guy.

"Aqua, you lead your squad into the city and carry out the sabotage."

Plans change.

"You led the Emperor's Son's Second Motorcycle Unit into the city and sabotaged the city's power and broadcasting facilities."

"And our remaining combined forces of the Emperor's Sons and the Iron Hands will join me in close combat to slay the enemy's giant machines."

"it is good."

The other party's answer was extremely concise.

With the loud whooshing sound of wind rushing past his ears, Casca maneuvered his motorcycle swiftly across the battlefield amidst the flying bullets.

And Gardiner's army was no ordinary force either.

A bomb from an enemy tank exploded behind their vehicle, and the huge shockwave nearly caused the motorcycle to lose control and overturn.

"so close."

After taking that hit, Santo, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, seized the opportunity and fired his automatic cannon in the direction from which the bomb had come.

boom!

In an instant, a burst of flame erupted from the densely packed enemy troop concentration.

With mobility and firepower combined, the Emperor's Son and the Steel Hand work together seamlessly.

It was as if a super turret had been installed on a motorcycle; the guerrilla artillery fire from the Son of the Emperor exploded toward Gadinal's position from all directions.

Perhaps they thwarted the Iron Hand Company's plan to build fortifications.

However, the Emperor's Sons' guerrilla tactics, once dispersed, also caused considerable trouble for the Gadinar people.

"Fighting to the death with the enemy's Titans will only result in greater casualties, and that's when we need to activate our backup plan."

Seeing that the results were good, Kaska said with a smile.

This was said by Casca to Santo, the company commander beside him.

The battlefield is unpredictable, and even with Philus's calculation abilities, it's impossible to be fully prepared for everything.

(Otherwise, the senior student wouldn't be so confused.)

"When unexpected events occur, we should try to adjust the current strategy instead of rigidly executing all of Philus's demands."

"But... if we don't meet the Primarch's requirements, how can we expect her to be satisfied with our performance?"

Sigh, I can't continue talking to you.

A typical example of a mama's boy mentality.

"Then we can go back and see after it's over, and see if Philus will praise our temporary tactical adjustments."

Casca violently lifted the motorcycle upwards, using its built-in anti-gravity system to climb up the crumbling walls of the satellite city.

"How are the vital signs reading?"

"Besides the Titans, there are a few dozen other life forms remaining."

The guerrilla tactics have been effective.

With their losses minimal, the Gardinar Titan Guard forces were being picked off one by one by the motorcycle troops, and it was time for them to engage the Titans in close combat.

"Alright! Notify your men to prepare for a full-scale attack on the Titan."

Under Kasgar's command, the remaining dozens of Sons of the Emperor motorcycles quickly assembled. Instead of maneuvering around the Titan, they charged towards the Titan at the forefront.

As he charged toward his opponent, Casgar also drew his incendiary pistol and fired a beam at the opponent's force field generator.

Despite being blocked by the shield, every little bit helps.

What if it overloads just one more shot?

Nearly.

After dodging the Titan's raging barrage, Kasgar gradually approached the behemoth.

Titans are indeed unmatched as long-range firepower units; even Primarchs must avoid their attacks.

However, as a very large and inflexible turret, it is naturally extremely vulnerable at close range.

Stupid!

Sensing the approach of the enemy motorcycle force, the Titan suddenly raised its front claws, and its huge, sharp blades, gleaming with metallic luster, slashed at the motorcycle carrying Casca at high speed!

not good!

Seeing that things were not going well, Casca quickly turned the car around and barely managed to glide past the sharp steel claws.

The other Teiko motorcycle, unable to dodge in time, was not so lucky.

It was unfortunately cut into several pieces by that claw, and crashed into the ruined city wall due to inertia, turning into a pile of debris after the explosion.

damn it!

"Why are their Titans so agile?! And able to launch melee attacks so quickly?!"

"I really want to study its structure if I have the chance in the future."

From beside the still-shaken Casca, came Santo's longing breaths.

Excellent machinery, love comes from iron hands.

"Now is not the time to talk about this!"

"They've locked onto us! Motorcycles are fast, but they're still too big at close range!"

"Then what are we going to do?"

"get off!"

Kasgar's face darkened, and he slammed his foot on the accelerator of the motorcycle, charging towards the right hind leg of the Titan.

As he drew near, the phoenix-shaped lance in his hand pierced the surface of the armor.

"Santo!"

"Hold my hand!"

Using this as a base, he pushed off with both feet, grabbed the handle of the spear with one hand, and grabbed Santo's outstretched arm with the other, pulling him off the motorcycle.

Then, Casca swung it around forcefully.

With a flick of the wrist.

Holy crap, I can't even shake it!

Terminator, it's so heavy!