Chapter 284: Frontal Competition, System Suppression

"Legion!"

Galvin shouted in the psychic link.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

In response to his call, the souls of the three Grey Knights on the battlefield with a diameter of several kilometers were more closely connected to each other.

Three huge psychic matrices gathered towards the sky in an instant after concentrating their strength.

The silver moon, symbolizing the will of the Legion, broke out at dawn in Typhons' incredulous eyes.

The thunder eagles at the end of the sky fell like rain, and the air strike cluster of the Minotaur War Regiment led by the Grey Knights swooped down towards the zombies rushing in front of the ground troops under the guidance of the troops on the surface.

Under the strafing of heavy bolt guns and machine guns, special incendiary bombs plowed a path of fire for the advance of the large troops.

The missiles flying all over the sky fell from the sky in the next moment, drowning the rebel troops behind the zombies in a piece of fire rain.

The front of the battlefield instantly entered the highest intensity of fire baptism, and Typhons in the back was still shocked by the strange phenomenon in the sky just now.

What the hell is this!

Typhons looked at the silver moon in the psychic vision, and was stung to the point of oozing turbid tears.

As soon as this power appeared, it changed the energy environment of the entire battlefield.

The power of the warp was differentiated and suppressed here; he instinctively felt the power around him receding like a tide.

The countless spiritual lights and diseases that were difficult to observe with the naked eye in the dark green luster of the power armor fell into silence and necrosis under the suppression of this power.

Even the magic fly nest on his back, which made him stand out from countless chaos slaves and became famous, no longer made endless noises because of his thirst for flesh and blood.

This is not a good thing.

Although Typhons was extremely annoyed with these little guys with self-will on weekdays.

But when these gifts from the evil gods that occupied most of his power really fell silent, he did not feel relief, but the coldness and fear that penetrated his soul.

He suppressed his fear and looked at the existence in the sky again, wanting to see its essence clearly.

But when the cold silver light shone on him, his eyes could not hold out for half a second, and they twitched in pain, with a tendency to jump out of their eye sockets and escape.

"Oh..."

He moaned softly, and feeling that something was wrong, he turned around and looked around, and began to look for the evil god's followers around him.

But these little guys obviously reacted faster than him.

When he found that his side was unusually quiet, this group of Nurglings, who were originally unusually noisy and omnipresent, had already taken advantage of the cracks in the subspace that had not yet closed, and fled away one after another.

The only thing left around him now was the unlucky guy used for communication. This little guy, who was greedy for sacrifices because of the change of psychic energy, was maintaining the state of a twisted branch.

When Typhons looked at it for help, the little guy had been separated by the branch, and his eyes, which grew in two positions, blinked innocently.

In the communication of psychic will, he could clearly hear the demon's complaint:

"It's miserable..."

The evil god army on the battlefield was also suffering from inhuman firepower.

The Grey Knights' offensive is not the apparent air-ground coordination, nor is it a simple dumping of ammunition.

Now, a complete firepower connection system is running on more than 300 Grey Knights and the Astartes warriors of the Minotaur Regiment as an auxiliary force.

The evil god's rebels have complete defense army weapons, and the corrupted corpses are also numb and fearless of life and death;

The Death Guard is a remnant of the legion in the Great Crusade era. Even if they are unconscious after believing in Nurgle, their instinctive combat qualities are still awe-inspiring.

What's more, they are now stronger, and the blessing given to them by the evil god also makes their weapons more powerful.

Putting all of this together, it is a legion-level unit with a large number of cannon fodder, still existing strike force, and complete backbone forces.

The Grey Knights can complete their frontal suppression and destruction, which is the result of precise calculations and adjustments.

The legion mode is not only an intuitive strength enhancement for them, but more importantly, it provides a command system with almost zero delay and zero feedback time.

After the first wave of strikes, the enemy's firepower system is fully counted and fed back to the command level of the legion.

Targeted plans and adjustments were completed efficiently within a few breaths.

The Grey Knights in three directions did not wait for the firepower to be completed, and strode forward on the road of flames left by the Thunder Eagle Cluster.

The Standard Strike Team had a large number of people and charged at the forefront of the battlefield;

The Sin-Washing Team was at the back of the strike team, using the heavy bolter in their hands to clear threats for the comrades in front in advance;

The Purifiers, holding multi-barreled soul-eliminating cannons and sniper weapons, led the subsequent airborne armored units to attack forward;

All heavy units discovered in real time by the front will bear their wrath the moment they are discovered.

The Interceptor Team cruised on the periphery of the battlefield. They cooperated closely with the warriors of the Minotaur Regiment through elusive psychic transmission to clear the assembly points and possible threats on the edge of the battlefield.

The other side of the war was still resisting under this targeted attack, but it had actually been cut off.

Their close-range firepower was suppressed by the Grey Knights' mid-range firepower;

The mid-range firepower was destroyed by heavy units;

The heavily armed and armored units became victims of the continuous air strikes, the precise locations of which were followed by saturation missile strikes.

As for their elite units, the Death Guards, they were chased by the Holy Shield Terminators.

Every time the Death Guards tried to gather, the Terminators would send precise strikes at the gathering point.

After each position was lost, the Death Guards would receive special attention from all directions on the battlefield as long as they tried to reorganize the team.

The rebels and the Death Guards were caught in a strange situation. On the battlefield where they were surrounded by comrades, they felt lonely after being cut off by firepower.

Everyone got saturated feedback from the entire front of the opponent when they tried to fight back from the bunker.

The tide of zombies and rebels collapsed in the face of such an offensive;

The Death Guards, who were hiding in the team and conducting special operations, had to take a breath behind the front line after suffering heavy casualties.

"What should we do?"

Mamluk, the Death Guards' sergeant, looked at Fidel, the champion of the Death Plague, and asked for his opinion in a confused tone.

"I don't know..." Fidel's condition was even worse. There were large pieces of melted armor on his chest, and even a piece of his ribs and internal organs was missing.

That was the scar from when he just tried to sneak attack, but was instantly hit by three soul-eliminating cannons.

This was probably the most suffocating battle the Death Guard had ever fought. From beginning to end, the enemy showed tactical suppression and leading reaction.

There was no extraordinary power to dominate the changes in the battle just now.

The tenacity and toughness that the "Death Guards" were famous for had no room to play.

The enemy did not give them the opportunity to concentrate their delivery in a small area. At the beginning of the offensive, the pre-arranged tactical arrangements had been dismantled.

The servants and vassal troops were almost reduced to decorations in their eyes. They changed their offensives several times within more than ten minutes, but they were all responded and eliminated instantly by the opponent.

Fidel felt that he was not facing an army at all, but a will using multiple bodies to fight with them.

This was a tactical victory, and it was also the crushing of one force over another in the context of a generational gap in the war mode.

Fidel recognized this fact with great pessimism.

He had served in the Legion since the Great Crusade. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he clearly recognized it.

The enemy seemed to have the key to winning the war.

Their tactics were like a sharp knife that could change shape and size at will. In Fidel's constant struggle, it always cut into his bones with the most appropriate size and angle.

The offensive of the Grey Knights resounded again, and he knew that they had little time left.

Those comrades who had lost their minds had begun to lose control and died in the charge against the Grey Knights.

The few comrades who were still rational still pinned their hopes on him.

Fidel took a deep breath and admitted in the most difficult tone of his life:

"We lost, in the true sense. It has nothing to do with faith or power..."

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