"Legion!"
Calvin shouted over the psychic link.
"Phew! Drink!"
In response to his call, on the battlefield several kilometers in diameter, the souls of the three Gray Knights became more closely linked to each other.
Three huge psychic matrices instantly gathered towards the sky after concentrating their power.
The silver moon, symbolizing the will of the legion, emerged at dawn in Typhons' disbelieving eyes.
Thunderhawks descended like rain from the end of the sky, and the aerial strike group of the Minotaur Chapter led by the Gray Knights, guided by the troops on the ground, swooped towards the corpses rushing in front of the ground troops.
Under the fire of heavy bolt guns and machine guns, special incendiary bombs plowed a path of flames for the advance of the large troops.
Missiles flying all over the sky fell from the sky in the next moment, submerging the rebel troops behind the corpses in sheets of rain of fire.
The front of the battlefield was instantly baptized with the highest intensity of firepower, while Typhons in the rear was still shocked by the strange scene in the sky just now.
What the hell is this!
Typhons looked at the silver moon from his psychic perspective and was stung so much that he shed turbid tears.
As soon as this force appeared, it changed the energy environment of the entire battlefield.
The power of the subspace was distinguished and suppressed here; he instinctively felt that the power around him receded like a tide.
The dark green luster on the power armor contained countless auras and diseases that were difficult to observe with the naked eye. Under the suppression of this power, they fell into silence and necrosis.
Even the Demon Flies' Nest that he carries behind him, which made him stand out from countless servants of Chaos and made him famous, is no longer endlessly noisy because of its thirst for flesh and blood nourishment.
This is not a good thing.
Although Typhons is usually extremely bored with these little guys with self-will.
But when these gifts from the evil god that took up most of his strength really fell silent, what he felt was not 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 before they twitched painfully, with a vague tendency to jump out of their eye sockets and escape.
"oh……"
He groaned softly. Feeling that something was wrong, he turned his head and looked around, looking for the followers of the evil god around him.
But these little guys obviously reacted faster than him.
When he noticed that the silence around him was abnormal, this group of Nurglings, which were originally noisy and ubiquitous, had already taken advantage of the cracks in the subspace that had not been closed and fled one after another.
The only thing left next to him now is the unlucky guy who was used to send messages. This little guy was greedy for sacrifices due to his psychic changes, and he was maintaining the state of a twisted branch.
When Typhons looked at it with pleading eyes, the little guy had been separated by the branches, and his eyes in two positions were blinking innocently.
During the psychic will communication, he could clearly hear the demon's complaints:
"It's so miserable..."
The army of evil gods on the battlefield is also enduring inhuman intensity of firepower.
The Gray Knights' offensive is not the air-ground coordination that appears on the surface, nor is it a simple dumping of ammunition.
Currently running on more than 300 Gray Knights and the Astartes warriors of the Minotaur Chapter as an auxiliary force, is a complete firepower connection system.
The evil god's rebels have complete defense force weapons, and the corrupted corpses also have a numbness that is not afraid of life and death;
The Death Guard are a legacy of the Great Crusade era. Even if they become delirious after believing in Nurgle, their instinctive combat qualities are still awe-inspiring.
What's more, they have become stronger now, and the blessing given to them by the evil god has also made their weapons more powerful.
Putting all this together, there is always a lot of cannon fodder, the strike force is still there, and the backbone is a complete corps-level unit.
The Gray Knights were able to complete their frontal suppression and destruction, which was the result of precise calculations and adjustments.
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 is completed, the enemy's firepower system is fully counted and then fed back to the legion's command hierarchy.
Targeted plans and adjustments can be completed efficiently within a few breaths.
The Gray Knights from three directions did not wait for the firepower to end, and strode forward on the path of flames left by the Thunder Eagle cluster.
The standard strike team has a large number of people and charges at the forefront of the battlefield;
The Sinners team stands at the back of the strike team, using the heavy bolt guns in their hands to eliminate threats to their comrades in front in advance;
The Purifiers, armed with multi-barrelled anti-psychotic cannons and sniper weapons, led the subsequent airborne armored units to attack forward;
All heavy units discovered in real time from the front will bear their wrath the moment they are discovered.
The Interceptor team cruised around the periphery of the battlefield. Through elusive psychic teleportation, they worked closely with the soldiers of the Minotaur Chapter to clear away assembly points and possible threats on the edge of the battlefield.
Although the other side of the war is still resisting under this targeted attack, it has actually been cut off.
Their melee firepower was suppressed by the Gray Knights' mid-range firepower;
Medium-range firepower is destroyed by heavy units;
The heavily armed and armored units became victims of continuous air strikes and saturation missile strikes after their positions were accurately marked.
As for their elite units, the Death Guards, they were pursued by the Holy Shield Terminators.
Every time the Death Guard attempts to assemble, there must be the light of the Terminators' precise delivery of strikes at the assembly point.
After each position is lost, as long as the Death Guard team sergeants try to regroup, they will inevitably enjoy focused attention from all directions on the battlefield.
The rebels and the Death Guard fell into a strange situation. On the battlefield surrounded by their comrades, they felt lonely after being separated by firepower.
The moment everyone came out of the bunker and tried to counterattack, they received saturated feedback from the opponent's entire front.
The tide of corpses and rebels collapsed in the face of such an offensive;
Hidden among them, the Death Guards who originally conducted special operations in small groups had to take a breather behind the battle lines after suffering heavy casualties.
"what to do?"
Mamluk, the noncommissioned officer of the Death Guard, looked at Fidel, the Death Plague Champion who led the team, and asked him for his opinion in a confused tone.
"I don't know..." Fidel's condition was even worse. The armor on his chest had large melting marks, and even a piece of his ribs and internal organs were missing.
That was the scar from when he had just tried to make a sneak attack, but was hit by three spirit-killing cannons in an instant.
This was probably the most breathtaking battle the Death Guard had ever fought. From the beginning to the end, the enemy displayed tactical suppression and responsiveness.
There was no extraordinary force that dominated the changes in the battle just now.
There is no room for the tenacity and toughness that the "Defenders" are famous for.
The enemy did not give them a chance to concentrate on a small area. In the early stages of the offensive, the advanced 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 ten minutes, but they were all responded to and neutralized instantly by the other side.
Fidel felt that what he was facing was not an army at all, but a will using multiple bodies to fight them.
This is a tactical victory, and it is also the crushing of one force against the other in the context of generational differences in war models.
Fidel recognized this fact with great pessimism.
He had served in the Legion since the Great Crusade. Although he did not want to admit it, he clearly understood it.
The enemy seems to have the key to victory in the war.
Their tactics were like a sharp knife that could change shape and size at will. During Fidel's constant struggle, it always cut into Fidel's bone marrow at the most appropriate size and angle.
The Gray Knights' offensive sounded again, and he knew that there was not much time left for them.
Those who lost their minds among their comrades had begun to lose control and died in the charge against the Gray Knights.
The few remaining comrades who still had their senses 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 of the word. It doesn't even have anything to do with faith or strength..."
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