Based on his experience, when the main gun fires, there is a crackling electrical feedback all around the tank.
The static charge will lift energetic dust fragments from the armor plate, causing the hair on the back of the neck of all crew members to stand up.
Lucian Xiros could have joined the battle more safely behind the infantry, but the terrifying destructive power of the Malcador heavy tank was too powerful to resist.
On the grainy image board in front of him, a structural wall was destroyed by the main gun of a super-heavy tank.
This tank's firepower is enough to wipe out a dozen aliens, even their savage war machines, and a makeshift defense is impossible to defend against it.
In the smoke, he saw corpses rolling out of the ruins, alien green corpses.
Some of the guys even started to burn, filling the air with the spicy smell of spores.
Half an hour ago, they took a transport ship and invaded the warship directly from the open flight deck. The surrounding enemy ships, because they suddenly lost their top command, were at a loss for a while. They were beaten by the imperial squadron and had basically lost their control.
He has the ability to resist and is trying every means to escape from the battlefield.
And their flagship was simply abandoned on the battlefield, like a dead fish.
The Chapter Leader's order is very simple, control the main area, and then kill all the aliens inside.
This was not a very difficult task, but due to the resistance that might be encountered, Soshyan still agreed to let Lucian allow his armored battalion to participate in this battle.
The goal is to clear the flight deck of resistance.
Lucian, who was half leaning out of the tank turret, couldn't hear the alien's scream, but he hoped he could hear it.
His ability to enjoy the pain of his enemies has become somewhat savage.
At this time, a green light lit up beside him - the shell loading had been completed.
"Advance in assault formation."
He picked up the walkie-talkie and began to direct the surrounding armor to rush deeper into the flight deck.
The flames surrounded the tank, making Lucian feel a little hot, so he pulled open his collar with force - not only because of the external heat, but also because his blood was boiling inside.
"Kill! Kill all the aliens! Crush them!"
The tanks hammered a path through the hastily built fortifications of the green skins. Groups of green skinned boys held their heads and fled from the path of Malcador's heavy tanks, because their weapons could not dent its thick armor at all.
Since you can't resist, you can only run away.
As they fled, row after row of heavy bolters cut them down, while volleys of lasers and solid projectiles sawed through their chaotic ranks.
Hot blood spurts from the alien's exploding corpse like a geothermal geyser.
"Kill! Kill hard!"
Just looking at it was not enough. Lucian took off his coat, rotated the compound bolter mounted on the turret pivot, and then pulled back the safety lever.
The round made a satisfying click, and he pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang——!
The recoil of the composite bolt gun is extremely fierce, and it is only suitable for mortals like them to use it when it is fixed, and it can aim at the enemy with a stable trajectory.
Amidst Lucian's wild laughter and roars, the escaping greenskins exploded and turned into flesh and broken bones.
Hearing this laughter, Kent in the tank not only shuddered, he always looked like a gentleman commander, but he didn't expect to have such a crazy side.
He even doubted that if he were nearby, the superior officer would kill him as well.
It's possible at this time.
Through the periscope, Kent saw that there were still some greenskins holding on to their positions.
The weapons they use are not bad in terms of quality and effectiveness, but the organization has been defeated, and occasional brave actions cannot change the situation.
Kent destroyed them with a single bombardment.
On the turret, Lucian, who had used up one magazine, watched his tank battalion rumble past the last hellish fortification at the end of the flight deck.
On both sides of him, two Malcador heavy tanks rushed forward on the hastily built berm in tandem, rumbling down with thunderous power.
Those enemies who stood firm were either crushed under the tracks of the tanks or buried in the dust.
The infantry squad following the tank fired dense lasers, while shoulder-fired missiles circled above the enemy with blazing trails. The number was dazzling.
The assault team used assault guns to straf the exposed enemy formations and broke through the bunkers. The assault team followed them and ended the sporadic resistance with bayonets and rifles.
The data pad at Lucian's hand was covered with a layer of tactical information, and the silver icons stuck to the enemy's defenses like a fist. They easily captured this part.
The real fortifications are one kilometer ahead, and those complicated ship passages are the bastion of greenskin resistance.
When fighting against each other in a small space, mortals like them don't have such a big advantage, or in other words, the disadvantages are more obvious.
But they are not needed in those places.
Because they have more powerful masters, the Space Marines of the Empire, and the cybernetic legions under their command.
They will dig out the greenskins from every corner of the battleship and destroy them like they clean the garbage in a house.
Lucian was proud of this.
In the cold void, the killing began to slow down.
The greenskin fleet no longer exists, and only dying and dead warships remain on the battlefield.
The squadron had stopped firing on the victims, as if the intensity of the previous engagement had depleted their ammunition stocks.
The surrounded greenskin remnants still fired at the enemies in all directions, but the squadron did not care about these minor injuries, just like a bull trampling a dog into the soil, crushing the weak resistance of the aliens.
Some of the warships that were once human warships but were captured and modified by the greenskins still had some landing pods attached to them, like fleas on a cow. The Astra Militarum who had just escaped death immediately fell into a tense gang-hopping battle.
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Landing forces would typically rush directly into the plasma reactor chamber, destroying the engines and suffocating the ship.
Then they will leave.
After both the life support system and the artificial gravity system fail, the icy void will embrace the ship's hull, and finally everything will fall silent.
After the war, the Mechanicum's salvage fleet will come here to inspect each battleship to confirm whether any of them can be saved - after all, every capital ship is a valuable asset to the Imperial Navy, especially in
This is an era of increasing conflict.
The resistance gradually weakened and the number became smaller and smaller. The greenskins in desperate situation gave full play to the stubborn character in their blood. They fought until death and fought against humans with immortal rage. Even when the battleship was completely destroyed, they
Still unleashing unyielding artillery fire.
"Sir, the enemy has been completely defeated. This is another great victory."
On the bridge of the squadron's flagship, the Holy Spirit Prayer, Lieutenant General Yarrow watched the replay and deduction of the massacre on the screen. There was neither pleasure nor satisfaction in his eyes, and the surroundings had also become quiet.
The adjutant who had finished reporting the battle situation had already left, and no one would bother him again.
He just tasted victory alone.
The main greenskin fleet has been destroyed, some escaped and jumped into the warp, but most of the warships are currently smashing, burning and floating in the void.
Combat data scrolled across the tactical panel, describing this sudden and complete victory, and also analyzing the losses in this battle.
It was almost a perfect victory.
Almost--
A certain message scrolls again on the panel.
From Astral Knights.
"Damn it!"
With a low roar, Vice Admiral Yaro smashed the screen into glowing fragments with one punch, then stood up and walked out of the silent bridge.