The Creators: From Night City

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After all, the Void Shield can defend against high-speed projectiles, but it can't stop infantry from boarding.

Several figures of Chaos Astartes clad in blood-red power armor were the most prominent on the battle line.

"It is the Devourer of Worlds," another scout said, his tone becoming slightly heavy.

The charging enemy troops were like a tidal wave, but the firepower of the position was like an iron dam.

On the flat ground and in the deep trenches, countless autonomous defensive machine guns suddenly sprang out, unleashing firepower from all directions without any blind spots.

Several World Devourers roared angrily, their fighting spirit and rage almost overwhelming their reason.

Or rather, their reason has been overwhelmed.

Like savage beasts, these mindless lunatics, controlled by the Butcher's Nails, pressed themselves together and charged forward headlong.

Shells, bullets, and lasers struck their armor, but were blocked by a thin layer of red light, causing their lethality to drop sharply.

These brutes, relying solely on Khorne's blessing, managed to cross half the journey.

The defenders did not panic.

Suddenly, the open space in front of the mine's main gate split open, and a massive six-barreled multi-barreled machine gun rose up in a tumbling motion.

This heavy machine gun is insanely large, standing over four meters tall, like a small metal mountain.

The gunner inside pulled the trigger without hesitation.

It's no exaggeration to say that the machine gun instantly spewed out flames several meters high, a phenomenon caused by the excessive density and intensity of the flames from the bullets leaving the barrel.

The gleaming bullets crisscrossed so densely that they formed a visible beam of light, which swept lightly across the location of the World Eaters, evaporating the Chaos Astartes and the surrounding earth and rocks.

The exaggerated rate of fire caused the flying shell casings to gush out like a torrential rain towards the collection ports on both sides. The experienced Latama made a simple estimate and immediately concluded that the machine gun was firing at a rate of over 10,000 per minute.

The scythe of death, composed of bullets, swept across the battlefield, annihilating the attacking enemy in droves and further boosting the already high morale of the defenders.

One officer even fanatically led his commando team in a counter-offensive, completely driving out the remaining troops scattered into the trenches.

This isn't just a defeated Astral Legion; it's practically the reincarnation of the Cardiah Assault Force.

Despite such an unfavorable situation, the attacking side did not choose to withdraw its troops, but instead continued to send auxiliary troops forward to their deaths.

Standing high and seeing far, those in power may be confused and bewildered, but the three members of the Black Sanctuary atop the cliff see the reason very clearly.

Several Devourers had already used the smoke and dust created by the repeated bombings to reach the blind spot on the flank of the defending position. They were quietly maneuvering to the side, trying to avoid all the fire coverage areas and go straight into the heart of the enemy's position.

Once these World Devourers, their minds filled with bloodlust and rage, are allowed to storm the position, without their firepower advantage, they can unleash a bloodbath in a very short time and completely destroy the defensive line.

The three Black Astartes could not stand idly by.

The red chainsaw sword was drawn, and the three of them mounted the hoverbike and set off immediately.

The Devourers suppressed their anger and endured until they reached the designated distance before finally unleashing their fury.

They roared like wild beasts, the butcher's nail in their brains tightening in waves, pain and rage driving their eyes bloodshot, their remaining rationality burning rapidly.

"massacre!"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"

A bloodthirsty roar accompanied the charge, suddenly exploding on the flank of the battlefield.

However, just as these World Eaters crossed the trench, one of them was hit in the head by a suddenly appearing explosive bomb.

With engines roaring and firepower fully unleashed, the Rand assault boat, like a winged weapon, carried two Black Templars into the battlefield.

Kneeling and leaping, carrying the force of acceleration and speed, the two elite scouts raised their longswords high and used a high-altitude leaping slash to cut down the two World Devourers.

As a branch of the Imperial Fist, the Black Templars gathered the most fanatical and valiant warriors of the Imperial Fist from its inception.

These sons of Rogue Dorne are among the few warbands that truly worship the Emperor as a god, and their chivalrous manners and outward inclinations are becoming increasingly pronounced.

On the battlefield, these Black Templars often only love one thing: melee combat.

Their fighting style is extremely fanatical, their skills are superb, and they love close combat. Similarly, the Black Templars are generally excellent in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat.

This is also why they dared to join this group of 'Khorne' henchmen.

The axe of slaughter was raised high by the remaining World Eaters. They cared not about the frustration of being attacked, but only about whether there were lives for them to kill and harvest.

The bloody roar and slash arrived simultaneously, directly parrying the power sword in Botega's hand, who had already assumed a defensive stance. This World Eater's attacks were always explosive and bloody, wide-ranging, ruthless, and decisive.

However, this seemingly fierce offensive was clearly no match for the Black Templar veteran. He drew his longsword, parried, blocked, thrust, and swung it, and in the instant he deflected the enemy's attack, a precise cluster bomb grazed his helmet, and along the firing window he had created, directly blown the opponent's head off.

It was Sirde's long-range sniping cover.

Taking advantage of the stun effect created by the sniper shot, Botega swiftly and decisively executed his opponent.

He used this somewhat insidious tactic without the slightest sense of shame.

After all, how can someone be considered a grandmaster if they have a gun but don't use martial arts?

Chapter 1095 The Growing Tower

However, the World Eater blessed by Khorne possesses absolute resilience and formidable strength in close combat. Despite having the advantage of a surprise attack, the three Black Templars, engaged in close combat, quickly fell into a disadvantageous position during the siege.

Fortunately, all three were selected as reconnaissance soldiers, so their combat experience was naturally very rich.

At the cost of a crippled arm, Latama used his thick shoulder armor to block his opponent's slash, while his power sword swiftly pierced the opponent's chest. The sword's disintegrating force field penetrated and destroyed the ceramic steel molecular structure, allowing the blade to smoothly cut into the flesh and burn the opponent's internal organs into charcoal.

Botega engaged in a struggle with another World Eater.

The last World Eater seemed to have heard Khorne's divine oracle. With a lightning-fast dodge, it dodged Sird's deadly long-range sniper attack. It first fired two shots with its explosive pistol, hitting Ratama's body and throwing him off balance. Then, it raised its bloody cleaver high, preparing to precisely decapitate its opponent.

Unfortunately, a streak of dark light instantly vaporized his upper body.

Then, the explosive sound of the compressed air threw him away like a dead dog.

With the intervention of fresh troops, the battle ended quickly.

Seeing that the surprise attack had failed, the attackers immediately retreated.

Amidst the smoke of battle, the three Black Templar Astartes finally met the attacker who had come to their aid.

The enemy was holding a life-sized electromagnetic cannon; clearly, this was the weapon that unleashed that ferocious attack.

However, the high-end-looking weapons did not attract the attention of the three Astartes as much as the appearance of the opponent at this moment.

Its silver metallic body resembles a robot, yet the details are so exquisitely crafted that it looks like a real person.

Their bizarre appearance, the sudden appearance of the void shield, the solid position, and the neatly arranged defensive equipment made it hard for them not to suspect that the other party might be engaging in some kind of 'heretic' behavior, or that they themselves might be some kind of 'heretic'.

A rapid exchange of opinions immediately took place on the communication channel.

Unfortunately, before they could exchange more than two words, a strange voice popped up in their communication channel.

"Black Templars, follow the Sergeant Major to the mine to see me."

What followed was a string of highly authoritative universal identification codes, belonging to the Cult of Machine God.

"Could there be a mechanical sage here?" Botga immediately thought of a 'reasonable' explanation.

Communication was immediately blocked.

Botja quickly made a few hand gestures. Sird, who was to act as the sniper, was left behind to wait for orders, while the other two followed the obviously abnormal sergeant into the factory.

The two Astartes were naturally familiar with the pre-war mission information. This mine had been abandoned for 152 years and should have been long abandoned and in a state of disarray.

But what they saw at that moment was quite astonishing.

The neat metal walls were so smooth and seamless that they were so shiny you could see your reflection in them.

There wasn't a speck of dust, only a large number of strange-looking self-propelled mechanical constructs shuttling back and forth, transporting unknown supplies.

The production workshop has been completely demolished and transformed into a huge open-air construction site.

The thick ceiling was removed, and the base of that strange-looking spire was erected there.

The three met the person in charge behind the scenes and the possible mechanical sage.

Countless silver waves surged like the sea, converging on the tower and becoming building materials, constantly nurturing this magical tower.

Two enormous drilling machines roared as they frantically dug into the earth, excavating the precious black stone vein.

"Black Sanctuary, your pincer movement was brilliant. You truly deserve to be the unit that has guarded the Eye of Terror for so many years." Suddenly, a human figure emerged from the surging nano-ground, and Om Messiah made his dazzling appearance.

"I need you to upload the relevant information about this place immediately and incorporate it into the Alpha-level defense node," Jiang Bing said.

"This is impossible!"

“Anything is possible,” Jiang Bing argued.

"The relevant imperial orders are being issued. Your task is to protect the security of this place until the corresponding defensive forces arrive."

This abandoned mine was originally a relatively safe location, but it has become increasingly unsafe as many chaotic forces have perished here.

Since neither side made a move, Jiang Bing tapped his fingers, and the two armored vehicles automatically compiled and packaged the relevant information before sending it out.

The silver tower shimmered with dazzling light, and the data was sent out directly through this medium.

Meanwhile, all wartime identity verification procedures were completed at lightning speed. Although the true identity of the mechanical priest on the other side was unknown, the level of authority he possessed was astonishing.

"You have been conscripted by the Empire, Black Sanctuary."

Before the two Astartes could reply, Jiang Bing raised his hand and remotely sealed their power armor. Flowing nano-elements, as if alive, climbed onto their bodies and seeped into their armor.

The wounds were healed, whether on people or armor.

The power backpack's output threshold was greatly enhanced, and a waterfall of characters appeared on the tactical panels of the two Astartes armors. A large number of brand-new parts were forged on the spot and added to the armor, instantly transforming two ordinary Mark armors into two towering nano-terminators.

Without protest, or before there was time to protest, the two Astartes were brought forward.

The enemy's new offensive has begun.

Abandoned mines were not originally a primary objective for either side in the conflict.

However, Jiang Bing's tenacious defense led the Chaos commander to a misunderstanding.

Although the various factions in Chaos did not know what was inside, based on the concept that "what the 'Human Empire' approves of, we resolutely oppose," this place was given increasing importance, and the military forces sent here became increasingly powerful.

Not to mention that the silver tower is growing rapidly and becoming increasingly conspicuous.

The roar of the multi-barreled explosive guns temporarily replaced the doubts of the two Astartes, while the enemy troops covering the mountains and plains suppressed their doubts.

With the enemy blocking our doorstep and the situation dire, survival is the top priority, and doubts must temporarily give way to this.

Thus began a fierce defensive battle, which grew increasingly brutal as the Silver Spire grew, eventually becoming a continuous series of attacks.

The three Astartes were like the anchors of the battlefield, firmly fixed in the core of the position, firing tirelessly and slaughtering.

Nanoparticles surged behind them, beneath their feet, like a mechanical microbial carpet, providing the people living within with the sustenance needed for war.

Countless supplies and ammunition were hauled out of the cave by a large number of self-propelled transport robots to supply the defenders, while the defensive machinery spewed fire and tirelessly dealt with the enemy's attacks.

Every now and then, Astragalus soldiers would be injured and fall to the ground, but the next second the wounded would be covered and swallowed by silver nano waves, and a few seconds later, they would be resurrected on the spot with a silver patch on their body.

The overwhelming firepower and seemingly superhuman supplies made the position impregnable, but before everyone could rejoice, the real test descended from the sky.

It seemed as if streams of light were falling from the sky, and light spears tens of meters long crashed heavily onto the void shield and the ground around the position, like a silver river falling from the heavens.

The earth was shaking.

Chapter 1096 The Real-Life Version of Star Torch

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, with soil and rocks leaping and thrashing under the fierce bombardment.

The tremor was so violent, as if an earth dragon were turning over, that the surrounding mountains collapsed.

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, the enemy finally couldn't resist launching an orbital bombardment from the planet's orbit.

Abaddon's army wasn't just a bunch of mindless lackeys, and the World Eaters weren't all mindless brutes. They were well-equipped, had sophisticated communication systems, and their entire combat system was also highly sophisticated.

Fortunately, the Void Shield remained as solid as a rock.

Soon, the probing orbital bombardment abruptly ceased.

This was certainly not because the enemy had taken pity on them, but because Guilliman's reinforcements had arrived over the planet.

The cruisers met without even exchanging greetings and immediately began a barrage of bombardments. Their objective was clear: not to defeat the enemy, but to delay them.

At the same time, a large number of Thunderhawk gunships detached from the flagship and began to descend towards the planet's surface.

Upon receiving news that Jiang Bing had discovered black stone veins among thousands of planets, Guilliman did not delay for a moment and swiftly dispatched a guard fleet.

Moreover, it wasn't just one force, but five.