After the enemy was wiped out, Madias praised his brother in time and then said in a deep voice:
"Now, line up, we advance to coordinates 3-7-2."
When they were out of the queue, the fire stopped for a while.
What the knights heard was not the stupid noise, but the crunch of iron hooves crushing gravel barricades and destroying vehicles, and the towering trash groups of collapsed nests surrounded them like mountains, covering up the sound of constant fighting around them.
The Knights are huge machines, but these wreckages are even larger, with reinforced concrete and scrap metal hundreds of meters high.
Looking around, there are only these dirty and polluted walls, statues blackened by ashes, barbed wire wrapped around the vaguely visible gargoyles, and terrifying remains hanging on them.
“The corruption in this place is too serious.”
For a moment, the whispers of the mechanical throne surged like a tide, and these words were circling so close that they could almost be heard clearly. Various images flashed in Madias' mind: in the muddy swamp, covered with complicated barbed wire, the soldiers wrestled together like animals, in a dark desert, the sun shone on the glittering silver city, and on the more twisted and fallen land, mortals and demons fought.
At that moment, he understood that the Scorpion's soul was showing him where it had fought, and that the Milky Way was a place even wider and stranger than the world Madias knew.
Suddenly, the collision alarm brought him back to reality. When he discovered that a rocket hit the void shield near the Knight Mecha, he immediately cursed.
"Everyone is cheered up!"
Madias shouted, falling gravel hissing on his ion shield.
"sorry."
The knight said while using firepower to wipe out the attackers and apologized to the knight's soul politely, fortunately his car was intact.
As they crossed a crossroads full of corpses, Madias twisted the part above the Knight's hips, and there was no sign of life on his bird's pirate, and there was no living mouth in this area.
“Madias.”
At this time, the voice of his father, Lord Olga, suddenly rang near the mechanical throne.
"Our throne is a huge source of strength and wisdom, but mastering it takes time, and qualification is just the beginning. When your connection with the soul of the machine is still incoherent, any spiritual mistakes you make are dangerous. Learn to accept it, but more importantly, control it."
Madias nodded, and his interactive interface transformed the action into a signal of thanks to pass into the communication array.
The queues quietly and slowly moved between towering building ruins.
Suddenly, a thunder eagle flew over his head low, and the roar of the engine echoed on the canyon-like streets.
Their weapons flashed and fired at a target in the distance.
"Where have the traitors gone? Shouldn't the bombing lead them to our guns?"
"We are near the enemy's flank, Madias, expand your bird Buyi to see, Oufore, too."
Madias tried to expand his horizons, his subconscious commanding his car, while spending a little time examining the broader strategic situation.
It is a shame to wait for the rabbit, not to mention a waste of time.
Soshyan's plan is classic and bold. The light spear of the Imperial Navy triggered an endless fire, enough to drive the traitors hiding in the surface bunker out of their nests and send them to the Imperial guns. The enemies who hid deeper had only one choice, attack or retreat, and retreating meant that the Empire had the time and ability to deploy more combat power and execute more plans on the ground.
For example, injecting tens of thousands of tons of poison gas into the underground passage.
As one of the main offensive trunks, the Knights will advance into this burning city to crush the main resistance force, and at the same time eliminate the danger of any heretics collaborative breakthrough.
By observing the strategic distribution map on his retina and the runes of the troops deployed, Madias could see that this was effective.
"Did you see it?"
Madias pointed out several key runes that allowed them to flash on their companions' retina displays.
"The Knights of the Astral Realm have completed their siege on the coastal area of the Nest City and are moving deep into the Nest City along a passage. The most important force of the enemy is gathering in the direction of the Dark Angel."
“They are queuing to die.”
“There is a focus on our target coordinates.”
Madias' fingers twitched unconsciously, and at the same time he marked his own runes, his cockpit shaking with each big step of his mount, but the message was as clear as day.
"We have moved to the side of the enemy, close enough."
Lord Olga also evaluated the situation and agreed with Madias's view.
"You two must be careful. I learned that it was a mob with armored vehicles, raise the shield, prepare the weapons, and strode forward, and we are about to reach the next intersection before they."
Madias immediately obeyed his father's orders and understood the wisdom in his words - the enemy moved from the southward array, and their armored forces were ahead, and whoever reached the intersection first could block their enemies between the large aprons where the nest was destroyed.
The Knights turned their attention to the battle, and the enemy's first round of fire came violently at them, while a large amount of tentative fire broke out between the towering ruins of the building and the open area of the intersection.
As Madias stepped on a pile of destroyed track trains, shells and lasers splashed from the shield.
Soon a Paladin-type mecha came to his right, and the second one was also done on the left.
With the sound of rumbling footsteps, the three knights stopped and lined up into a shield wall to welcome the rushing enemy.
The Fallen Tanks roared to catch up with the array at the fastest speed—mostly infantry transport vehicles, with several chariots roaring in the middle.
The dirty machines were covered with rough signs, and tattered banners were floating on them, with twisted symbols. As for the precise meaning of the pattern, Madias didn't need to know, he just needed to know that they were evil.
A few people hung the corpses wrapped in wire. They probably refused to rebel with their comrades. After armor, Toubuyi read the runes of the group of mobs, with at least a few thousand enemies.
Madias felt the soul of the throne stirring, and he tried to control it.
"No, not now, quiet."
Madias whispered angrily, focusing on the target solution and the firepower thrust on his shield.
"Children."
Olga recited solemnly.
"Fire as much as you like."
The energy of Madias's hot cannon, as his will soared into flames, he clenched a tactile glove, swung forward, and fired the first shot.