Chapter 464 Black and Red, a Plan in the Shadows (Forty-Nine) Decisive Battle, Part One

The thick fog on the battlefield began to dissipate at some point, and the Titan Legion's giants and the demons under their feet finally showed their full appearance to the Empire's soldiers.

Dozens of giants covered with twisted and alienated armor and evil patterns were walking towards them with footsteps that could shake the earth, and the weapons in their hands, which were as big as trains, were also using the red rays that emitted curses and ominous rays to burn all obstacles in their sight.

Three Shadow Sword super-heavy tanks that had not been withdrawn in time became one of the first victims.

Scarlet energy lit up at a distance of more than ten kilometers, and the flames as thick as an embrace went straight through the unlowered gates, instantly annihilating the three Shadow Swords and dozens of crew members.

The heavy bunkers were easily overturned by missiles, and the Leman Russ tanks that served as firing points were destroyed by direct heavy artillery.

The Titans' steps were still unhurried, but every slight pause between their steps meant that the lives of a group of Empire soldiers disappeared forever on the battlefield.

The southern foot of the Evergreen Hills was also facing a test. Unlike the battlefield in the north, the imperial soldiers here faced the betrayed Word Bearers who attacked them again in the legion mode after ten thousand years.

Hundreds of Astartes launched a fierce attack on the imperial positions in units of hundreds of people.

The imperial soldiers did not sit and wait for death, but began to fight back with their sophisticated weapons.

The red barrage of the Hell Gun rose in pieces, and the dense and accurate bolts of the fallen Astartes fell like raindrops.

The moment the two sides entered the fire boundary, they began the most tragic personnel exchange. Although the quality of the soldiers of the Tindalos Legion was elite enough, they still collapsed in front of the more powerful Astartes...

This was not a fair war at all, because even with such sophisticated weapons configuration of the Tindalos Legion, it was impossible to effectively kill the heavy Astartes power armor one-on-one.

Unless they could hit the vital points, the Hell Gun and the Woodcutter Gun could not penetrate the ceramic steel armor. They could only use their fearless will to cause casualties to the enemy with concentrated fire.

Even when the position was about to be lost, the artillery fire launched in response to the soldiers' last request could not kill an Astartes directly with shrapnel without a direct hit.

Ten to one, twenty to one, or even thirty to one...

This is the number of bullets consumed by both sides to effectively kill their respective targets based on their respective physical fitness.

Five to one, thirty to one, one hundred to one...

This is the battlefield exchange ratio between the enemy and us in the initial charge of the Word Bearers regardless of casualties, and this ratio is rapidly falling to the side of the Word Bearers under the influence of the decreasing firepower density due to the continuous deaths of the Empire soldiers.

The sudden increase in the number of casualties and the position on the verge of collapse forced the commanders of the mortal soldiers to open the hidden firepower points in advance.

What awaited them in this counterattack were the super-heavy tanks of the Brutal Blades that appeared in formation behind the enemy, and the airborne strikes that fell from orbit like meteors...

After a tense and rapid march, the Sea Wolf Company of the Space Wolves finally arrived at the battlefield fifteen minutes after the start of the war.

They blocked the vanguard of the Word Bearers with dense rain of bullets, and then completely wiped out the hundreds of Word Bearers with their best hand-to-hand combat.

But more Word Bearers rushed to their ranks, and two teams of Astartes, less than a kilometer apart, used their own weapons to send death greetings to the enemy.

The Word Bearers kept falling, and the Wolves also suffered obvious casualties. The balance on the battlefield entered the most anxious turmoil. After the second batch of airdrop pods landed, a squadron of nearly a hundred Terminators belonging to the traitors appeared, completely breaking the battle line that the Wolves had struggled to maintain.

"For Allfather and Rus!" A leading Wolf Guard swung his giant axe to smash the blocking chainsword, and then swept across to cut off the head of the Word Bearer in front of him.

Before he could recover, another Word Bearer raised his power sword and chopped him down.

There was no time to choose, so he simply turned sideways and sent out his shoulder armor. With a sharp scraping sound and a cry of pain, one of his arms was cut off at the root.

"Die!"

The heavy axe appeared with a whistling sound of breaking through the air in the next second, and before the enemy raised the long sword in his hand, the head with the Colchis laurel crown flew up instantly, and the black and red dirty blood covered his whole body.

Bang!

The sound of a plasma gun shooting rang out, and the Wolf Guard's body stiffened instantly. He first looked at the enemy not far away, and then looked at the hole in his chest with some regret.

The roars of other comrades on the battlefield gradually faded away, and he slowly half-knelt on the ground with his battle axe, falling into eternal sleep...

"Russ..." A faint sigh was his last sound in this world.

Similar scenes were constantly repeated on the battlefield, and the Wolves' battle line was shrinking sharply. The Empire's position was no longer able to fight, and the number of Word Bearers who continued to join the battlefield seemed endless.

In the Word Bearers' main formation at the foot of the mountain, the dark apostles were watching the battle on the top of the mountain, and these descendants of Russ were welcoming their inevitable end with their last roars...

Buzz!

A faint psychic fluctuation sounded in the Word Bearers' main formation, and many dark wizards instantly noticed the abnormality nearby. Counter-spells were densely lit up from their bodies and canes, but the strange psychic fluctuation seemed to be unaware, stubbornly continuing and constantly expanding its existence.

"Disperse!"

The chief priest gave a decisive order, and then was the first to retreat to the rear. Several guards wearing Terminator power armor stepped forward and blocked the chief of the Dark Council behind them.

The dark apostles who had experienced wars for a long time formed a circle far away, and the spells and psychic powers of destruction were ready in their hands, waiting for the target to appear, and they would be released instantly.

Tear...

The curtain of reality made a sound like tearing silk, and after this sound, there was a crackling sound of electricity.

A blinding lightning flashed from nothing to something, then from small to large, and finally expanded outward into a ring, and the moment it radiated outward, it completely tore open a door in the curtain of reality.

Dense spells were thrown at the center of the thunder, and the wizards who created them changed their positions one after another, protective psychic energy rose from their bodies, and precious demon servants were summoned in groups and then thrown in the direction of the thunder.

Erebus squinted his eyes and hid behind the crowd. He was obviously prepared for this "sudden" change.

Not only did the chief priest not try to attack this "thunder", on the contrary, he was quietly retreating while all the dark apostles were leaning on their power.

Boom!

The power of the ring lightning accumulated to the peak and then exploded. Calvin and his gray knights appeared instantly in the violent energy fluctuations.

The surrounding spells collapsed under the command called "Subspace Throwing", and after many demons responded to the call and descended into reality, the first thing they saw was the gray angels standing in groups...

Update. A little tired, I will update twice tomorrow.