Baron Olga, the last knight of the Dupont delin family and the pilot of the Knight Mecha Scorpion Stinger, cursed the rune panel on his right that flashed from amber to red.
Running out of ammunition——
The melta cannon has also used up its last fuel, turning the surging tide of Orks into blood mist.
As they had been doing all day, they scaled the position and he destroyed the enemy.
He guarded the landing site all night because he had to.
The thunder glove on the knight's right arm has been activated, and the air is beating for the powerful fist shrouded in blue lightning aura.
The damn greenskins have already entered the fortress, surrounding his feet, using simple axes and machetes to hack at the family's sacred imperial knight.
But there was no Astra Militarum to drive them away. The last Imperial army died almost half an hour ago.
The sentries on both sides of him have also been torn to pieces by the alien torrent for a long time.
All friendly forces were almost wiped out, and he was left alone.
But there is still a steady stream of Orks.
He struck with one foot, crushing a group of evil aliens with a terrible crushing force.
With a backhand swing of his glove, he obliterated three or more who had scaled the parapet, their roars lost in the thunderous crackle of the terrifying energy discharge from his fists.
Another backhand smashed the other two Orks.
As powerful as he is, Olga knows that he is not invulnerable.
The armor of his Imperial Knight was shattered from damage, and the family's purple crest was full of cracks and craters.
The knight's pain flowed into his consciousness through the neural circuits of the driver's seat, and a dozen fresh scars and countless cuts stung his mind.
However, this is nothing compared to the proud battle rage of the Machine Soul.
He will die here, when the sun sets, but he will fulfill his family duty until his death - to purge mankind of its enemies.
Because he is the blade of freedom, the sword of the emperor.
The Imperial Knights are the steadfast and reliable protectors of mankind. The highly skilled warriors drive these towering mechas into the battlefield.
The weapons equipped by the Knight Mecha can easily drive away large numbers of enemy troops. They stand shoulder to shoulder and fight among the human army.
Thousands of years before the rise of the Empire, the fleets of the Martian Mechanicus had already traveled among the stars and established colonial strongholds in distant worlds. Among the many colonial equipment, the Knight Mecha was widely respected as a war machine. They served as protectors.
Standing between the colonists and anything that might threaten them.
Thousands of years later, the pilots of these mechas have extended their own rich culture and established a noble council sworn to protect their home world.
The first world of knights was founded when humans spread across the stars. They survived the Age of Strife and returned to humanity during the Great Crusade.
Each Knight World is a concentrated and powerful army, loyal to the Imperial Ministry of the Interior or the Adeptus Mechanicus.
Due to different loyalties, these knightly worlds took different paths.
Those who are loyal to the Emperor are called Imperial Knights, and they simply need men from the Adeptus Mechanicus to maintain the Knight Mecha for them.
Others who serve Omnissiah are called Mechanical Knights. Although they also fight for the Empire, in fact they absolutely obey Mars' orders.
Some of the exiled family knights, or the last nobles of the family, are called the Free Blades.
Although these wandering mercenaries no longer have affiliated forces, they are still fighting for the empire, but they sometimes show strange characteristics or accept employment from some imperial forces.
Although they have different affiliations, the world of imperial knights and the world of mechanical knights still have something in common - these planets are ruled by one or more families.
In order to govern, all knights are loyal to the supreme ruler of the planet, usually called the High King or the High Lord.
In the world of knights, everyone lives in a feudal society. Serfs work to support the nobles, and the nobles protect the serfs from attacks by aliens, beasts, and heretics.
Everyone is surrounded by layers of rituals, which have been passed down for thousands of years, and the reason why many nobles go to war is to escape from these rituals.
The world of knights occasionally experiences civil wars or honorary duels, but these losses are quickly replenished by rapid support from the empire.
Another thing the knight world has in common is that they have a kind of technological priest called a relic keeper. These people are responsible for maintaining the knight's body.
These people have been trained by Mars and are proficient in all kinds of knight knowledge, which can ensure that the knights continue to fight.
Many accounts speak of the importance of the relic keepers in the world of martial knights and their ability to keep reactors and weapons running.
Therefore, it is very common for the knight to put the machine body into the servo repair device after the war. It is very common for the conservators of the sacred objects to swarm in. They will spend a lot of time repainting the knight's armor and repairing various damages.
A very interesting point is that according to the Knight Code, knights must not only be able to fight, but also have good looks.
Although the Imperial Knights may seem strange and ancient to the average person, they are still great allies.
The Knight Titan is a super-large war machine that towers over the battlefield. With the support of a powerful servo system, it rushes into the battlefield, kicking over tanks or grinding soldiers into mud on the ground.
The fragile parts of their limbs and joints are covered by thick and solid adamantine armor plates, and an integrated ion shield is installed inside them to respond to the noble pilot's thought control at any time.
Since the Horus Heresy, knights have been in greater demand.
From the fortress of the Sun Sector to the fortress of the Ghoul Sector, from the white-hot battlefields of the Cadian Sector to the territory of the Far East Sector
On the edge, there are Imperial knights fighting.
because they know
The meaning of these wars: if the Empire fails, humanity will perish; if the Empire wins, you can stand over the corpses of traitors and aliens.
The nobles gave up everything and joined the battle for glory.
For the same reason, Olga, as a Blade of Freedom, accepted the invitation of this expeditionary force to participate in the clearing of the Green Skins of the Ferron System.
But what he didn't expect was that after experiencing so many failures, the alien seemed to have learned a little wiser.
They did not huddle on the surface of the planet and wait to perish. Instead, they established several artificial satellite fortresses in the orbit of the main star of Forlon. Each of these fortresses was as huge as a natural satellite.
At first, the strike fleet group thought these were just ordinary satellites, but when the landing force opened a landing site above, these satellites suddenly showed their fangs.
The huge railgun caused serious chaos and losses in the fleet. At the same time, the greenskins who had been hiding inside the satellite also swarmed out, divided, surrounded and eliminated the landing force.
The location where Olga is located is already the first and last landing site. If it falls, the landing operation that costs a lot of money will completely fail.
So he persisted, hoping for reinforcements that would probably never arrive.
In fact, he knew in his heart that the fleet was already in dire straits and would not be able to send reinforcements for a while.
"With our blood, we will create great achievements for eternity."
Olga picked up the family crest on the side, kissed it, and then planned to use a desperate attack to let these aliens know the will of mankind.
Suddenly, a communication disturbed his thinking.
He hesitated for a moment, but still opened the public communication channel - he was afraid that there would be a voice announcing failure. He was not afraid of death, but afraid of failure.
But what sounded inside was a new voice, no longer a weak mortal correspondent, but a deep and powerful male voice.
"Hold on, the knights of the Dupont delin family and the Astral Knights Chapter have arrived."