Chapter 245 Chapter 111: A Small Victory and the Battlefield on the Other Side

"The battlefield here no longer belongs to mortals..."

Seeing the planetary atmosphere being pierced by the light spears on the surface, which brought visible shock waves, Calvin shifted his gaze to the two wings of the continental plate and decided to deploy the Astra Militarum to these edge locations.

After this order was issued, he turned around and led the team to the ground.

When the Titan Legion officially stepped into the battlefield, the protagonists here were no longer Astartes warriors.

These mecha incarnations walking on the earth wantonly wielded their god-like power.

Even after layers of shock-absorbing equipment, their heavy footsteps can still easily crush all the foundation stones under their feet and easily penetrate the ground to a depth of 3 meters;

The heavy artillery, which is larger than the heaviest armored vehicle, can destroy all living things within tens of kilometers and hundreds of square meters with just one shot.

The same is true for the ancient giants of the orcs. Their individual strength is weaker than the Titans of the Empire, but the number of several times makes up for the gap between the two legions.

A huge amount of energy was fired alternately above the battlefield, which made each other's shields take concrete physical forms and turned the friendly forces under their feet into ashes.

Groups of Mecha Guards turned into molten iron together with the small force fields on their bodies, and countless orc boys turned into ashes.

Thousands of Astartes warriors moved to the periphery of the battlefield in time. Under the intermittent light columns like heavenly punishment from the orbit, there was no room for mortal auxiliary troops to participate.

Under the leadership of the Archon of the Titan Legion, the Legion Strike Group consisting of 9 Titans was marching forward.

The oncoming ancient giants were destroyed one after another outside their range, and the rare large group was also turned into dust under the power of the macro cannons on the orbit that destroyed dozens of miles at a time.

The battlefield on both wings continued, and the Astartes changed places to continue to confront the orc sea in front of them.

Because of the distance between each other, the war here may have less casualties but is more tragic.

The fleet of fighter planes in the atmosphere was like two dark clouds of flying insects. Every second they entangled and shot at each other, countless casualties fell from the sky.

The interlaced artillery fire in the sky was so dense that it was suffocating. The rain of fire from both sides often collided in the sky. The shells became twisted steel after biting each other, and then turned into red meteors in a molten state and fell from the sky.

The Astartes were undergoing unprecedented tests and suffering unprecedented casualties.

The tactical characteristics brought by their different origins were cruelly wiped out on such an intense battlefield;

The high-intensity firepower exchange and the head-on battle without tolerance made them seem to return to the basic function of the basic unit in the Great Crusade era.

In that era, the Astartes, who were called the Emperor's Angels, were nothing more than cannon fodder on the battlefield.

After several hours of collision, the Emperor's angels suffered hundreds of casualties;

The damage they brought to the orcs was even more incalculable. The green corpses of the orcs were like a huge fungus carpet, with their own green and the charred black caused by bullets, covering the entire battlefield of more than ten kilometers.

The seemingly endless tide of beasts finally began to retreat, and the Astartes, who had wielded their weapons thousands of times, were rarely exhausted and lost the ability to pursue.

The victory and defeat in the center of the battlefield had been decided, and the orc armored corps had been annihilated.

After paying the price of two war dogs being destroyed and one predator Titan being seriously injured, the remaining seven Titan corps, led by the leading War General Titan, strode over the enemy corpses and pursued further.

It was not until this time that the mortal Astra Militarum had the qualification to set foot in the center of the battlefield.

They were sent to clean up the hidden orc remnants on the battlefield and find possible survivors.

Fighters flew across the sky in the distance, and under their cover, the airships that fell like raindrops from the sky began the final pursuit of the orcs on this planet.

The Astartes began to assemble in teams, and with the help of the storm birds that landed in groups in the sky, they had to rush to the battlefield on another planet after a little replenishment.

"Has the headquarters issued a new order?"

Arnold, now a sergeant, asked his new boss, Hudson, the third captain of the Dead Angels.

The Dead Angels have participated in the war since the beginning of the war on Orpheus, and are already a veteran force known and respected by most friendly forces on the battlefield.

They generously extended a helping hand to Orpheus with the conditions of a base ship regiment, and continued to invest troops for decades, which deeply moved all the Orphians who knew the situation here.

When Calvin made a call, they sent two more precious companies to respond to the battle on the basis of the original battalion that was crippled.

It is conceivable that when the day comes when the smoke of Orpheus clears, neither the Empire represented by Calvin nor the Orpheus Sector itself will be reluctant to give these warriors a generous reward.

"No..."

Hubbard answered without looking up, he was concentrating on counting the seed recovery information sent by the pharmacist.

This battle caused him to lose more than a dozen elite veterans, and there were less than ten seeds that could be recovered.

"What are you worried about? The battlefield over there?"

Hudson raised his eyes from the data board on his left arm and looked at Arnold who did not respond.

Arnold nodded and continued to organize his equipment.

After the battle, the power armor on his body had several damages that were beyond his repair ability. He needed to report to the mechanical sergeants and engineers on the base ship for timely maintenance.

"Have some faith in that lord. No news at this time is the best news."

Hudson's longer service made it easier for him to understand the nature of the battlefield. If there was news of emergency troop deployment there at this time, it would indicate that the war had unexpected changes...

In fact, it was true. In the attack on the planetary defense system by the two wings, the attack on another planet was later than here.

But compared with the large-scale sudden landing of the troops here and the appearance of the Titan Legion, it was actually very deserted there.

Since the beginning of the war, starting with the first wave of ground strikes, the entire battlefield has fallen into a strange silence except for the initial hustle and bustle.

That's right, when the orcs on another planet, led by the warlord, swarmed towards the cans that humans landed on the plains.

What greeted them was not a joyful and exciting big mix, nor the expected feeling of Waaaaaaah.

In the sky here, the human shrimps did not drop many cans and even bigger cans like the ones next door.

Under the cover of orbital artillery fire, all they could see was a huge black anti-gravity pod and a black Titan standing at the door of the pod.

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