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Chapter 652 The Wrath of Divine Machine

"Tactical report!"

There were enough surprises today, Kurtz Mannheim had a vibrato when he spoke,

A painful roaring code came from the horn of the injured Iron Hammer. It was trying to regain its footing. The sensor listened hard, trying to classify and clean up the complicated codes. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the auspicious omen.

parameters.

"A small amount of damage to the body is within control, Captain."

The data officer then begins reporting.

"14 of our units were damaged, 3 were seriously injured, and 11 were killed, including 7 War Dogs, 3 Predators, and 1 Warlord."

This number made Kurtz's heart throb. The Iron Skull Legion had never suffered such a huge loss.

"Where is the enemy?"

"The enemy forces are almost completely destroyed. The data shows that the enemy still has two enemy aircraft surviving, located at position 458."

"Confirm, continue scanning."

"Working on it, Captain."

Kurtz Mannheim took a deep breath, calmed down, and thought about it carefully. His luck today was not so bad. At least when the legion was on the verge of destruction, reinforcements appeared, and they were Astartes.

"It's time to counterattack, raise your shield, attack at pace, and prepare your main weapon."

"Shield deployed!"

"Accelerate to attack pace!"

"Engines activated to maximum power, Captain."

Another wave of missiles landed in front of them, spraying hot air. The wail of a colorful war dog not far away sounded even more miserable because it rushed too far forward. Just as a phosphorus weapon exploded at its feet, the flames immediately climbed up.

its right leg.

"Damn-"

The sensor in the corner suddenly muttered to himself.

"What kind of weapons are these Astartes using? They can actually ignite metal..."

"I will only remind you once. You can only say this in this cockpit. You have to respect yourself outside. Sensor Officer, Astartes is not something you can question."

"Yes, Captain...I'm so sorry, Captain!"

The sensor then worked hard to adjust the scanning device.

"The entire area has fallen into an abnormally high temperature state, and it is difficult to obtain clear images. Captain, the auspicious device operating at full power is still unable to filter out the heat signal interference in the target area."

"I don't want to hear excuses, Sensor!"

"No excuses, Captain."

The gunnery master took the opportunity to interject.

"The sensor officer was right, we were faced with an ambush of beasts, they are very good at using any electromagnetic concentration point in the land to conceal their identity, and now the Astartes weapons are messing up the thermal imaging.

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One kilometer east of them, the remaining Titans of the Iron Skull Legion had launched long-distance covering fire, and the two Predator-class vehicles sprayed jets of heavy artillery fire into the distance as they advanced.

"Order the legion to maintain the pace of attack."

Kurtz Mannheim ordered:

"Continue to suppress the artillery fire, and we will move forward to support the Astartes at close range."

"Yes, Captain, that's a great idea."

Kurtz Mannheim tried hard to focus on the target area, but the sighting system and detection system still found nothing. At this time, the system prompted that a tail autoloader seemed to be rotating at a low speed, and it might be jammed - this thing

Like the spindles in a textile machine.

"Tech Priest! Watch out for the No. 9 loader at the rear!"

He quickly called out.

"The fault has been detected and has been reported to the modulation officer."

The Tech-Priest's reply has arrived.

"I sent a few servitors there."

After rounds of bombings, the entire swamp has been changed beyond recognition.

Thick smoke and echoing codes shuttled through the air, and the ground was covered with piles of metal debris and rugged lumps of pits several meters deep.

"Multiple dangerous paths alert!"

Then, the power officer shouted.

"Got to slow down to a third of the pace."

"Agree, reduce the traveling speed."

Kurtz Mannheim moved his hips forward. He could feel the huge body of the Iron Hammer stepping across the war-torn area. As early as the era when the Titans learned to learn, the mentors taught him those skills in danger.

Horrible stories and examples of engines going too fast over terrain that end up pushing past their own traction limits - their morbid rush taking themselves beyond the limits of what their gyroscopes and inertial dampers can control, eventually capsizing and watching helplessly.

The arrival of the enemy.

"Don't fight the lever; making sure it works slowly and gently will keep us stable."

"Yes, Captain."

They were passing through streaks of dark oil smoke, which washed the entire cockpit from head to toe. Phosphorus fire was flowing everywhere, carbonizing the body, and the entire battlefield was like a legendary hell.

"Hold still."

Another step, another step, the oriole was searching with all its strength, but could only read the shell of the wreckage.

"Where did they go?"

"They haven't escaped yet, Captain. I have found their traces and they are still here."

These hunters, stalkers, and dormant beasts still haven't given up on their hunt.

They hide in the smoke and flames, waiting for an opportunity to pounce from close range.

"Reduce the speed to a tenth, rotate the waist and track the target, moving, keep the weapon active and ready."

The upper body of the Steel Hammer began to rotate slowly: to the left, to the right, back to the left, back to the right. It was patiently carefully inspecting every piece of land in front of it.

"3-4-3 direction, seventy meters away!"

Suddenly, the sensor made a sound, but the sound was very low.

"I thought that was a hot sign."

"I thought so too, Sensor."

"Where's the clearance to fire, Captain?"

"permit."

The gunner activated the firing system, and the Plasma Annihilator unleashed its fury. The sensory flow returned to the system was very sweet, simply extremely exciting. This was exactly what Kurtz Mannheim had been waiting for.

The next second, a shit-yellow-painted Gangaat emerged from the burst of flames like a frightened bird.

It was injured, with one leg hanging down, and sparks vomited from the heat exchanger on its back.

"Clear goals!"

Kurtz yelled.

"Give me the Tornado missile lock!"

"Yes, the missile lock is completed!"

"Five volleys!"

Subsequently,

The missiles ejected from the launcher on the back. When the real projectiles slammed out of the chamber, they could feel the bumps in the cockpit and heard the grinding sound of the loading system stuffing new rockets into the bomb nests.

.

This is overkill,

The first three missiles killed Gangaat when they hit its back, and its entire torso was engulfed by the erupting flames.

The fourth shot exploded its cockpit as it turned and fell. It was unnecessary, but very pleasant. The fifth shot that missed its target destroyed a truck and swallowed up a dozen greenskins around it.

Gangaat disintegrated in the flames and collapsed to the ground, and the crew cheered.

"Keep an eye on your posts! It's not over yet!"

Kurtz just finished speaking,

The second dark-colored Gangaat jumped out from the thick smoke to their left. The oily color of the shell was like the colorful elytra of a rhinoceros that shines with purple light.

The enemy aircraft's weapon team opened fire, spitting out a round of ferocious volleys that made the steel hammer tremble, and its shield was trying hard to absorb the violent impact.

"Turn! Turn!"

It was coming straight for them...a hundred meters, fifty meters, and kept shooting.

"The void shield is stable!"

"The target has reached a dangerous distance, prepare for close combat!"

This is the most unacceptable option, as the Emperor-class Titan is not equipped with melee weapons at all!


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