After the enemy was eliminated, Mathias praised his brother in a timely manner, and then said in a deep voice:
"Now, in line, we advance to coordinates 3-7-2."
There was a pause in the firing as they formed their ranks.
What the knights heard was not a stupid noise, but the crunch of iron hooves crushing rubble barricades and destroyed vehicles. The towering garbage of the collapsed hive surrounded them like mountains, covering up the sounds of the ongoing battle around them.
The Knights are huge machines, but these wrecks are even bigger, made of reinforced concrete and scrap metal hundreds of meters high.
Looking around, there are only these dirty and polluted walls, statues blackened by ashes, barbed wire entangled with looming gargoyles, and horrifying remains hung on them.
"The corruption in this place is too great."
For a moment, the whispers from the Mechanical Throne came like a flood. These words swirled so close that they could almost be heard clearly. Various images flashed in Mathias's mind involuntarily: a muddy, complicated place.
On the barbed wire swamp, warriors grappled with each other like animals. In a gray desert, the sun shone on the sparkling silver city, and on a more twisted and depraved land, mortals and demons fought.
At that moment, he understood that the machine spirit of the Scorpion Stinger was showing him the place where it had fought. The Milky Way was a vaster and stranger place than the world Mathias knew.
Suddenly, the collision alarm brought him back to reality. When he discovered that a rocket hit the void shield of the nearby knight mecha, he cursed.
"Cheer up, everyone!"
Mathias yelled, falling rubble hissing against his ion shield.
"sorry."
As the knight spoke, he used firepower to wipe out the attackers and politely apologized to the knight's machine spirit. Fortunately, his car was intact.
As they passed through a crossroads strewn with corpses, Mathias twisted the knight above his hips. There was no sign of life on his auspicious auspicious sign. The area was empty of life.
"Madias."
At this time, the voice of his father, Grand Duke Olga, suddenly sounded near the Mechanical Throne.
"Our throne is a huge source of power and wisdom, but it takes time to master it. Being qualified is just the beginning. When your connection with the machine soul is still disconnected, any mental mistakes you make are dangerous. To
Learn to accept it, but also master it.”
Mathias nodded, and his interactive interface converted this action into a signal of gratitude and sent it to the communication array.
The queue marched quietly and slowly among the ruins of towering buildings.
Suddenly, a Thunderhawk flew low overhead, and the roar of its engine echoed in the canyon-like streets.
Their weapons flashed, firing at some distant target.
"Where are all the traitors? Shouldn't the bombing lead them towards our guns?"
"We are near the enemy's flank. Mathias, expand your auspicious omen and see, O'Four, you too."
Mathias worked hard to expand his horizons, his subconscious directing his vehicle while taking a moment to examine the broader strategic situation.
Waiting around is disgraceful, not to mention a waste of time.
Soshyan's plan was classic and bold. The Imperial Navy's light spears triggered a boundless fire, which was enough to drive the traitors hiding in the surface bunkers out of their lairs and send them to the Empire's guns. Those enemies hiding deeper
There is only one choice, attack or retreat, and retreat means giving the empire time and ability to deploy more combat forces on the ground and implement more plans.
For example, injecting tens of thousands of tons of poison gas into underground passages.
As one of the backbone of the attack, the knights will advance into the burning city, crush the main resistance force, and at the same time eliminate the danger of any heretics breaking out in coordination.
Mathias could see that this was working by looking at the strategic map and troop deployment runes on his retinas.
"Did you see that?"
Mathias pointed out a few key runes and had them flash on his companion's retina display.
"The Astral Knights have completed the siege of the coastal area of the hive city and are going deep into the hive city along a passage. The main force of the enemy is gathering in the direction of the Dark Angel."
"They're lining up to die."
"There, focus on our target coordinates."
Mathias' fingers twitched unconsciously as he marked his runes, his cockpit shaking with each stride his mount took, but the message was as clear to him as daylight.
.
"We have moved to the enemy's flank, close enough."
Grand Duke Olga also assessed the situation and agreed with Mathias's view.
"Both of you, be careful. I understand that they are a ragtag group of people with armored vehicles. Raise the protective cover, prepare weapons, and stride forward. We have to reach the next intersection before them."
Mathias immediately obeyed his father's order and understood the wisdom in his words - the enemy was moving from the south to the array, and their armored forces were in front. Whoever reached the intersection first would be destroyed in the hive.
Block their enemies between large helipads.
The knights turned their attention to the battle, and the enemy's first round of fire came violently towards them. At the same time, a large amount of probing fire broke out between the ruins of the towering buildings and the open area of the intersection.
Cannonballs and lasers spattered from the shields as Mathias stepped onto a pile of destroyed rail cars.
Soon a Paladin-type mecha came to his right, and a second one on the left did the same thing.
Following the rumble of footsteps, the three knights stopped and formed a shield wall to meet the charging enemy.
The tanks of the Fallen roared as fast as they could to catch up with the array - most of them were infantry transport vehicles, with a few tanks roaring in the middle.
The dirty machines were covered with crude slogans and fluttered with tattered banners. They carried twisted symbols. As for the precise meaning of the patterns, Mathias did not need to know, he only needed to know that they were evil.
A few people were hanging the corpses wrapped in iron wire. They were probably those who refused to rebel with their comrades. Behind the armor, the auspicious device read the runes of this ragtag group. There were at least several thousand enemies.
Mathias felt the machine spirit on the throne stirring, and he tried to control it.
"No, not now, quiet."
Mathias whispered angrily, focusing on target resolution and pounding fire on his shields.
"children."
Olga chanted solemnly.
"Fire as much as you want."
The energy of Mathias's melt cannon surged into flames with his will. He clenched a tactile glove, pumped his fist forward, and fired the first shot.