For a moment, the two opposing forces seemed to stand still, the greenskin pressing its weight against the trembling creature.
But for some reason, it is not as powerful as it looked before. Instead, the little thing in front of it looks more like a bigger existence than it does.
After a few seconds, the shield finally failed to hold up and turned into a floating translucent veil and disappeared.
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!!
The green-skinned Dreadnought howled, and the siege drill spun at high speed, aiming its tip at Soshyan's neck.
But the opponent had already moved. Sheng Yan slashed at Wuwei's knee joint, tearing open the internal hydraulic system and stirring it into the inner thigh, causing the whole machine to shake.
Then he dug deeper and deeper, sawing back and forth like a surgeon, and even poked a huge hole in his chest to penetrate deeper.
The green-skinned Fearless backed away crookedly, and punched the Sheng Yan Sword like a dying struggle, knocking it out of Soshyan's hand.
Although Soshyan quickly grabbed the hilt, he actually no longer needed the sword.
He firmly grasped the green-skinned Dreadnought's wrist and began to twist the spinning siege drill backwards.
The green skin also tried its best to resist, but for some reason its own mechanical power was not as powerful as this human can.
The secondary energy devices on its spine were overwhelmed and exploded one after another.
It didn't take long for its arm to be completely twisted by Soshyan. The drill bit was aimed at its face. At the same time, the pistons installed on the wrist broke and fell off one after another.
"Have sweet dreams, monster."
After Soshyan grinned, he pushed the tip down hard and penetrated the armor plate.
In an instant, blood mixed with electric sparks spurted out.
Only uncontrollable screams could be heard from the fearless sound device, until Soshyan silenced it with one last brutal strike.
He threw the Sheng Yan Sword aside, tore open the messy metal plate with his bare hands, and took out a living creature that had not yet completely expired - this fearless driver, with only half of his body left, and all his body covered with blood.
It's blood, tightly bound by skull implants and nerve fiber bundles to the crippled green skin.
Soshyan pulled it out of the cockpit, picked up the Holy Flame Sword and pierced it through its chest, then raised it high and shook off the cable hanging on the lifeless remnant.
"Destroy the aliens!!!"
His voice exploded like thunder, and the body of the green-skinned Dreadnought driver was thrown out with great force and hit the wall of the dome in the distance.
The Astral Knights responded to their Chapter Master with a deafening roar and rushed into the battlefield, driving the remaining stunned Greenskins back behind the trenches.
A new round of massacre began again.
Thor looked at Soshyan. This young chapter leader was standing proudly at the heart of the enemy's fortress, stepping on a hill made of bloody metal fragments.
This suddenly reminded him of the days before the Empire's truth was shattered.
At that time, just like now, he fought side by side with the great warriors, defeated countless alien warlords, and personally forged what they considered the most powerful and magnificent empire at that time.
Suddenly, Thor burst into laughter and raised the sword in his hand high, as if paying tribute to an empty target.
"For the Empire!"
He roared, just as he had done in the distant past.
Then he opened his legs and threw himself into the battle as usual.
His sword thirsted for blood, Thor narrowed his eyes, and the pleasure of killing emerged from the depths of his soul again.
It didn't take much time to deal with the greenskins here. Their morale had been completely shattered by Soshyan, leaving only panic.
When the energy network shrouding the outside of the building was completely shut down, an air battle broke out under its shadow.
The Imperial Navy's fighter planes no longer needed to keep distance from ground targets. They began to hunt at close range, fully demonstrating their superiority in firepower.
At the same time, as the energy generators were powered off one by one, the warships in orbit also began a new round of bombing.
Among them, the Fire of Punishment can be called the most terrifying entity. Its bombardment not only destroyed dozens of fortresses, but also penetrated Ork's ammunition depot buried deep underground and wrapped in thick metal with a precise and graceful spear shot.
What followed was a violent tremor comparable to a magnitude 10 earthquake, and almost a fifth of the entire western area of the main fortress was blown away by the explosion.
It was very lively outside, and the same was true inside the fortress.
It actually took a lot of time to completely occupy the entire fortress. Even if the intelligent robots later joined the battle, the huge internal structure still became the main factor slowing down the speed.
The Astartes had to fight their way from cave to cave, destroying weapons systems, killing all the defending troops, and smashing everything in their path to powder.
Likewise, they also have to encounter more enemies, and more trenches have been dug, and each place requires combat robots carrying heavy weapons to clear them.
Even so, the Astral Knights eventually occupied this key node.
The "door" to the main fort was opened.
Then came the bombing of the main fortresses, with the purpose of weakening the opponent's defenses.
The orbital bombardment lasted for a full hour, with artillery fire rolling over the planned airdrop point over and over again like a heavy rain.
At the same time, the sensors of the orbital fleet were constantly scanning, searching for possible weak points in the defense line.
After a while, signal feedback was first heard from the causeway of the Ork Main Fortress, and then began to spread to the surrounding areas.
All the indicator lights indicating the combat status were on, and amidst the screams of the warning horns, these messages were transmitted to each airdrop cabin.
All the combat teams that had been stuffed into cages were already ready to enter the battlefield.
When the team received the precise coordinates, the hatches opened in unison, and the void shield silently rolled up the ripples of the ebbing tide. The iron claws that clung to the airdrop pod sent these metal creations into the starry sky outside the ship, where they hung.
The sky above Flen's atmosphere is like steel fruits arranged in rows around the ship's railing.
With a command, the sling was retracted, and the explosive bolts made thunderous explosions one after another. The propellers burned fiercely, and the scorching flames drew a blazing trail of smoke and dust in the star space. Countless iron coffins of death were heading towards the planet unstoppably.
The surface fell, aiming directly at the red world below.
The Thunderhawks and Stormcrows also used full power and rushed into the continuous rainstorm, always keeping a close distance from the drop pods crashing to the surface.
Behind them, the dazzling light emitted by the laser weapons carried by the ships surged endlessly. These deadly attacks deftly passed through the trajectory of the falling drop pods, accurately hitting the intended targets, on the surface of the defense array.
Stirring up bursts of flying dust.
Soon, the color of the shell of the drop capsule changed from red to orange, and then melted into a blazing ball of pure white light. It was passing through the atmosphere of the planet, and the outline of the shell became blurred due to the huge pressure it endured and the increasing speed.