novelonline Chapter 382 Battlefield Control
Chapter 382 Battlefield Control
Chapter 382 Battlefield Control
The deafening sound of grenade launchers firing could be heard not far away. The Gary brothers quickly shot down several incoming attack drones and threw a reconnaissance grenade while retreating with the help of cover.
The grenade rolled into the enemy group, but what it released was not a destructive impact or energy, but a red light that enveloped all enemies in range.
The large amount of information data fed back by the scan was transmitted to Lao Tang's consciousness network, and the system automatically analyzed and simulated to generate a data atlas -
The drone combat clusters that have been invaded and turned into tools of the enemy, the small monsters made of flesh and steel, the strange long worms formed of metal, the demons that have gradually revealed their original blasphemous forms using Deadpool as a container...
But the most troublesome ones are the two teams of "Traitor Astartes" with yellow and black stripes on their shoulder armor and chest armor, as well as the dangerous Demon Engines in different forms.
And they kept establishing connections with their lost legion brothers, and the warnings of being attacked kept lighting up with glaring red lights in Lao Tang's consciousness network; and Lao Tang could only use the "Road of Faith" to quickly integrate the scattered soldiers into nearby combat teams to prevent them from being forcibly swallowed up by the enemy's overwhelming numbers.
At the same time, he sent the various data atlases he collected to the soldiers, which were captured by their power armor alchemy module system and materialized on the eyepieces to improve their strategic information.
Old Tang knew very well that he was not playing StarCraft at this moment. The lives and safety of 300 soldiers from three companies were closely related to his own. Putting aside the unrealistic fantasy of "zero casualties", he had to at least ensure that the soldiers could maximize their value for His Majesty the Emperor.
According to the different positions of the soldiers and the situation of the enemy, after planning the nearest coordinates for the soldiers who were scattered in twos and threes at the highest speed, Lao Tang's vision briefly switched back to his own position;
Five legionnaires formed a battle formation with super-heavy tanks and terrain shelters, their alchemical bolters spewing flames, and each round of accurately exploding bullets dealt a head-on blow to the enemies that were rushing in like a tide;
But they are just cannon fodder and stepping stones after all. A spider-like mechanical demon engine that seems to be carrying a huge egg sack on its belly is climbing forward. The metal "egg sack" is covered with spikes and engraved with blasphemous symbols. Several of the smaller barrels of the metal "egg sack" spew out unclean flames as if to vent its emotions.
On either side of the rear of the engine, there was a team of Iron Warriors Astartes. They pushed heavy metal shields forward and fired accurately through the shooting holes of their shields with a level no less than that of the Sword of Revelation warriors. The five legionnaires on their side were suppressed and unable to fight back as they were not equipped with equipment that could effectively counter armor and large weapons.
But the Spider Demon Engine didn't stay arrogant for long. Before the ferocious mouth-like barrel on its metal egg sac locked onto the Emperor's Fist, the Emperor's Fist had already locked onto it.
Silver-blue energy flashed by, carrying with it a whistling sound that sounded as if even the air was screaming due to being burned by the high temperature!
Plasma annihilator cannon, charging to 15 percent power!
This was enough, and when the light of the plasma beam was no longer blinding, one could see that the metal egg sack of the demon engine was almost melted through.
Immediately following the loud noise came from two of the three "Breath of Norton" giant bolters of the Emperor's Fists. Old Tang controlled them to pour out his fury on the two teams of Iron Warriors. The heavy bombs were like a storm, and the heavy shields in the front row of the Iron Warriors only lasted for less than a second before they collapsed and shattered under the baptism of the rain of bullets.
Then came the twenty Heretic Astartes, who seemed to be dancing in the hail of bullets, the heavy bombs tearing through their armor and bodies, and the severely damaged Demon Engine was no exception.
Ronald spent a dozen more seconds observing the shredded remains of the Iron Warriors, but did not scan any remaining biomass, only metal and mechanical fragments.
Old Tang believed that the "Norton's Breath IV" was not yet capable of vaporizing biological flesh, which meant that these heretic Astartes were nothing more than abominable machines painted in Iron Warriors guise.
But this does not mean that their danger has decreased. Their numbers far exceed those of their own legions, and the explosive shells fired by their weapons are not weak; what's more, there are even more cannon fodder used to consume the ammunition of their own soldiers, as well as the more dangerous Demon Engines.
The rest of the Legion's brothers were not equipped with tanks.
Old Tang kept observing the dozens of small battlefields that were divided up, and through the God's perspective of the consciousness network, he guided the soldiers to avoid the enemy's frontal attack and form a team with other brothers who were closer to meet the enemy as soon as possible.
Although the map was slightly brighter due to the connection with the soldiers, it was still completely dark overall. Just as Old Tang was racking his brains over how to efficiently explore the specific situation in this area, another force suddenly connected to his consciousness network;
Before he could react, the dark fog on the map seemed to be peeled away, and the entire area suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Shit! Who opened the full map for me?" Old Tang was a little surprised.
"It's me." The familiar boy's voice sounded in his ears.
"Your Majesty!" Old Tang was immediately excited and surprised. "May I ask if Your Majesty has any new instructions?"
"Your target is here," the map screen changed angle as the boy spoke, and a tower-like building located in the center of the holographic map appeared in front of Old Tang. "It's called the 'Anchor Engine', a masterpiece prepared by Vashtor for me. Compared to the unstable witchcraft positioning of the crow, this engine can more accurately track the source of my power and locate this world."
"No problem, Your Majesty. You don't have to do it yourself. I will take my brothers over and flatten it right away!"
"No, after you destroy the anchoring engine, I will also completely seal the subspace rift here. Before that, I can't use more power."
"Lu Mingfei is on his way, and he will be the one to destroy Vashtor. Currently, Uesugi Eri is the only helper of the legion. After the power of faith stored in her armor is used up, you must ensure the safety of the child."
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Vashtor sat on his throne of control.
All around it, tentacle-like cables of felsteel sparked and gears jagged, while piston-driven crushing machinery played an unholy ode to binary.
This is a huge pillar-like building, with complex three-dimensional maze-like forging plants, furnaces, equipment factories and other areas spreading out in all directions from it;
The bottom of the well seemed to have sunk into the turbid and sticky energy at the bottom of the well. Near the bottom, new machines that mixed alchemical technology were extending mechanical claws enchanted by witchcraft, reaching into the energy pool and stirring it. Most of the creatures caught were probably some weak creatures like insects in the subspace, which could only be thrown into the furnace and used as fuel.
Only a small number of them are familiar demons from the four Chaos Gods, but they are just low-end things like Nurglings and Vampires. Although they can be used, they are not very useful.
With the alchemical knowledge obtained from Doiros, Vashtor used the dragon Deadpool as the real container of these little demons, and then observed their synthetic reactions and extracted the corresponding useful substances from them... but it needed more.
Until now, it is still trying, trying to connect with the Soul Forge, or the Reality Engine, or the Sacrilegious Ark of Doom... No matter how many times, Vashtor has not been able to establish a connection with the "host" at the other end. Naturally, the data it absorbs and stores here cannot be transmitted to the other end.
The anchoring engine it built has not been used yet. The will of the Exiled King has obviously realized its conspiracy and no longer easily draws energy from the High Heaven.
It's so boring.
Meanwhile, Doilos' progress was extremely slow. Seven minutes and forty-two seconds had passed, and it still hadn't been granted access to the Great Library, which made Vashtor even more angry, and he let out a rumbling complaint like a forge.
Due to its curiosity and desire for new knowledge, its desire to enter the "Great Library" is stronger than Doiros's;
However, the will of the Exiled King would not allow him to stay here and read carefully. Vashtor planned to enter the Great Library and copy the knowledge inside into data packets to transmit to the main body in another universe.
Still need to wait.
It turned its gaze to its makeshift army - it was reluctant to admit whether they could delay and consume the Exiled Lord's new Astartes Legion as planned, and it was also dissatisfied that these new Astartes could not give it the power like the new Astartes born in another universe.
The Exiled King began to intentionally take into his own hands the power that should have been contributed to the Four Gods and to him.
The continuous offline data and damage reports interrupted Vashtor's reverie. It made a rumbling sound like a forge and observed the battlefield:
The pre-set mixed force encirclement did not take effect. The separated super-mortals were retreating in an orderly manner, foreseeing the encirclement and avoiding the forks that led to dead ends or traps to join the nearest other super-mortals.
This aroused Vashtor's interest. He increased the interference of communication garbled codes while listening to their communication channel that had been invaded long ago, but surprisingly, there was no communication between them during the operation.
interesting.
Its thoughts instantly changed into subspace binary spells, and then transformed into data instructions to control the machinery. Hundreds of mechanical individuals that received the instructions began to disperse and launch sneak attacks on new and different targets.
To its surprise, the super mortals seemed to have detected the sneak attack in advance and were trying to retreat; Vashtor laughed like the friction of metal, controlling the sneak attack team to squeeze the combat space of those teams of super mortals. At the same time, the mechanical monsters that had just crawled out of the mechanical forge and the dark furnace were constantly slowing down their pace.
It was estimated that in twelve minutes, they would run out of ammunition and become targets of the Iron Warriors' vicious mechas and demon engines.
Vashtor was very satisfied with Perturabo's descendants. They were as cold-blooded and efficient as machines in carrying out their tasks. However, the mechanical imitations he temporarily made in this world could not compare to the genuine ones after all.
The new changes disrupted its well-arranged plan. Two teams of Iron Warriors were stabbed from the side. A super mortal who was a head taller than his colleagues savagely smashed into the team of mechas with a giant hammer bursting with lightning. Every time the silver arc of light passed through the air, an Iron Warrior mecha was smashed away or smashed.
Even though the mechas activated the close combat protocol, they were still unable to stop the super mortal who was rolling over like a chariot. The other super mortals followed behind him and assisted in shooting and cover until the mecha formation was completely pierced. He roared and jumped high, and with a posture of explosive power, he used the alchemical hammer to smash over the "Venom Crawler III" demon engine.
Similar scenes also occurred on battlefields in other different areas:
Vashtor wanted to capture the Sword of Revelation champion alive and study his armor and body structure. After creating a storm of mechanical fragments and parts, he chopped off the six legs of the "Hell Stalker" and melted through the commander on it with a flash of plasma chest cannon...
The mecha team led by "Hammer Devil" encountered a physical "technical failure" when approaching a super mortal who was suspected to be a think tank unit. The mechanical parts of the mechas and miscellaneous soldiers burst out from the inside, causing them to explode and die. Then these fragments rolled up a storm like a rotating blade and engulfed the "Hammer Devil" demon engine.
Vashtor also takes a keen interest in this, though this is usually only shown when he is slaughtering superstitious techno-mortal troops.
But what concerned it more was that someone seemed to be playing a game with it from a distance, constantly interfering with its arrangement of nodes.
Is it the Exiled King? No, the Anchor Engine is not responding at all.
That's him.
With his eyes and ears changing, Vashtor saw the giant tank that was rampaging on the battlefield like a fortress. The three troops that had been arranged in advance to encircle and suppress it were all crushed and torn into pieces by this creation. It seemed unstoppable.
The aliens protected by the Exiled King do not have the authority of the Great Library, but they possess a vast amount of alchemical knowledge and cannot add even a little bit of power to Vashtor.
I didn't expect him to have this ability to control the battlefield... His value has increased a bit. But he will soon realize how ridiculous these controls are in front of the Creator who truly controls everything.
Vashtor sat up straight, picked up the giant hammer beside him with his claws, and the facilities of this forge fortress were fully activated under its control.