In fact, Bamon's original idea was to break up the team into parts and disperse them into the city to conduct raids. If the battle in Scorch Oven City went well, they would gather together to launch a large-scale offensive. If the battle went unfavorably, they could also temporarily leave the city.
Scatter and lurk, waiting for the limelight to pass before returning to its original size.
But those two losers in Scorch Oven City insisted on him "cooperating in combat", "containing the enemy's attention" and "doing both things". The two idiots knew how to dictate the war without knowing anything, and the clan leader also supported them. There was no other way for Bamon to do so.
Bite the bullet and occupy an area, the result is that you are locked in a cage. Now it is unrealistic to break out and disperse. The only thing you can do is to wait for reinforcements to arrive.
It's equivalent to leaving your destiny to others, which is really cowardly.
At this moment, distant roars came from various corridors in the hall, and the mixed-race acolytes hidden in the shadows let out low roars, which was their desire for battle.
Bamon blinked and stood up from the throne. He had already identified the source of these sounds and their symbolic meaning.
"Are they coming here too... Yes, they attack in an all-out way every time, trying to use their superior strength to push us to the limit. This is probably the only tactic that the sages' calculating heads can think of.
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Then he sent a telepathic communication to the leaders stationed at the Red Fortress.
"Everyone stick to their respective posts and report any situation immediately."
"My lord, there are indeed special circumstances."
More than a dozen voices came at the same time, and Bamon's palm holding the scepter twitched. "Accident" was the word he least wanted to hear right now.
"what's the situation."
"It seems that the one who came is not a mechanical slave master's...servant."
"Huh? I'll go take a look."
With an uneasy mood, Bamon left his command post. In addition to the acolytes, there were two guardians wearing hoods and cloaks, carrying double swords and holding scepters.
When he came to the corridor of the temple, the believers who were rushing back and forth with weapons and ammunition boxes fell to their knees and worshiped him. The acolytes guarding the flag followed him firmly but uneasily, holding the religious order.
The sacred battle flag.
The Red Temple was once a sacred place of Omnissiah, attracting believers from all over the Forge World to worship regularly, but now it has become a lair and stronghold of aliens.
Even so, it remains a sacred place today, although blasphemous symbols have been scrawled on the walls inscribed with complex mathematical formulas, and the gears representing the God of Machines have been transformed into shrines of worship for the many-limbed aliens.
When he arrived at the main altar located on the middle floor of the red church, Bamon gave a leadership nod to the troops who had set up obstacles and spikes, and then turned from the main door to a small door. From there, there was a narrow stone step leading to the viewing ceremony.
On the stage, the new blood guards knelt down and saluted as he made his way to a good viewing position.
Soon he came to the semicircular viewing platform wrapped in alloy, with a brass telescope standing on a shelf.
The bishop aimed his gaze at the eyepiece, gently adjusted the knob, moved the telescope very gently, and focused his attention on the distance, outside the line of fire.
Then, he saw a flag, a silver-gray flag with a burning black sun on it...
Under the flag are huge tanks and armored vehicles. Further away, you can see the rising smoke and the tail flames of rockets...
Boom boom boom——
At this location, the roar of the explosion was deafening. Although most of it was offset by the void shield, the shells and rockets fired on the ground around the temple still caused the viewing platform to shake slightly.
"What kind of army is this?"
Bamon turned a deaf ear to the explosion, he only cared about the other side's soldiers.
Soon he saw, first, humans wearing silver light armor, holding laser rifles in their hands, coming from all directions, and then humans wearing red and black full-body closed segmented armor, with pointed helmets on their heads, and expressionless faces covered by silver
Covered in a mask, he holds a square shield and a short spear with a unique shape.
The most critical point is that they are obviously normal humans, not cyborgs.
Bamon took a breath, knowing that what he was most worried about had happened - the mechanical slave owners called for reinforcements.
"Damn it! I said it! No matter how terrifying the underground threat is, we can move or give up temporarily, but we cannot revolt in advance!"
The scepter struck the ground hard, and Bamon growled in dissatisfaction, but finally turned his attention to his eyes.
"The opponent has many tanks. It seems that they are about to attack by force. Leaders, let the soldiers prepare as many anti-armor rockets or incendiary bombs as possible! In addition, large-caliber artillery and plasma weapons are ready, but they must be fired at close range! Guaranteed
Destruction rate!”
Originally, at this distance, he could also order a heavy weapon to carry out a deterrent attack, but he felt that it was meaningless. The opponent would obviously not be intimidated, and an attack from this distance would not cause effective damage.
Fighting at close range is their most effective tactic against the Skitarii.
"Bishop! Sky!"
The urgent voice of a leader suddenly echoed in his mind. Bamon blinked, and then used his spiritual power to calm the other party's anxious mood.
"Calm down, the enemy has attacked from above more than once. There is nothing to be afraid of. Stick to your position and ensure that all weapons can be used on the enemy's clumsy ornithopters."
"No! Bishop! Not an ornithopter!"
The next moment, a series of clearly audible explosions came from above Bamon, causing him to fall into a brief daze.
"What?"
"The enemy's anti-aircraft fire has been destroyed!"
"The hidden explosives have been cleared!"
Three Storm Claw formations hovered above the Crimson Temple, with some traces of laser ablation still remaining on their shells. The top floor of the temple below them was in a mess, with scars caused by explosions everywhere, and
The broken remains of the laser cannon and some charred corpses.
Soon, amidst the roaring sound, four Stormbirds swooped down and quickly hovered over the cleared airdrop zone of the Red Temple.
With a loud bang, Soshiyang, who was wearing a special Terminator armor and holding Fentian, jumped off the Storm Bird first, and then the Dehgan Terminators followed him and fell down. The ground cracked under their feet, as if they had suffered a blow.
meteorite impact.
After an entire company of terminators fell, there were 20 terminators and 80 soldiers from the second company. In addition to weapons, a considerable number of them were equipped with jump shields.
Erlian took action as soon as he landed, quickly rushed to the entrance of the spiral staircase on the top floor, and blasted open the closed door with hot melt.
Da da da--
The next moment, dense bullets were fired from the door. It turned out that the gene stealers had deployed automatic turrets behind.
But those bullets just hit the jump shield weakly, and were destroyed one by one by the plasma.