Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1152 Titan Addiction

The Titan Legion projected firepower equal to that of the Fortress.

As for the Flame Thunder, the giant cannon on its left arm was raised, and the psychic energy storage device brought by the psychic delegation sent by the Achaemenid Empire began to supply energy to the giant cannon.

The moment this weapon was activated, everyone on the battlefield suffocated for a very brief moment, and then the charging sound filled everyone's ears.

It's like being next to some giant industrial device, putting your ear against it and listening to the noise.

The huge sound is gradually increased several times as the charging progresses.

The heart of every warrior on the main wall of the Urshi Empire Fortress was in their throat. They didn't know what the attack of that weapon and that strange giant war machine would bring.

But the unknown is the most terrifying.

As the sound of charging energy almost shattered the ears, the weapon completed charging and people could no longer hear any sound.

Regardless of friend or foe, the vision of the soldiers on both sides turned white in an instant.

As the flashes in the field of vision gradually faded, people saw the power of the weapon.

The Urshi Empire Fortress, the indestructible fortress, protected by six void shields.

It was split in two from the middle.

Behind the fortress was a chasm plowed by something extremely penetrating, and the chasm was clearly visible to satellite observers outside Terra's orbit.

The Unified Sword Titan Legion began to advance.

The regular Army accompanied the Titans forward.

The fortress of the Urshi Empire was not without resistance. Under the protection of the remaining two void shields, a large amount of artillery fire was still being fired.

Soon, another giant turret rose from the ground. It was the trump card of the Ursh Empire.

The turret was aimed at the Flame Thunder, ready to destroy the most threatening war machine.

"Charge!" Charles shouted.

Flame Thunder quickened his pace and held the spear in his right hand in front of him.

The earth rumbled and trembled with the movement of this huge war machine.

Some reality-distorting force counteracted the inertia of the war machine as it moved.

The giant turret in the fortress fired at the Titan where Charles was, and a beam of light as powerful as a battleship's lance flew towards the Titan.

Just before hitting the Titan, some force decomposed the beam, turning it into scattered points of light.

The Flame Thunder charged to a distance of one kilometer from the fortress and thrust out with its spear.

The spear, which could not possibly be one kilometer long, penetrated the turret.

How many people would it take to blow up that giant turret?

The moment the spear pierced through the turret, this question popped up in Charles' mind.

The flow of time seemed to have slowed down.

That was the effect of the mental device connected to Titan. When Charles wanted time to think, his brain would be accelerated, and then from a subjective perspective, time would slow down.

He had plenty of time to think about this.

The Thunder Warrior Corps' fearless charges and airborne assaults, the teleportation assaults of several infantry legions, and then tons of explosives, or the deployment of destructive devices by professional blasting technicians of the Terrawatt people.

Or maybe it was the constant bombardment from anti-surface weapons in Terra's orbit.

It is not difficult to dismantle a turret, but the problem is that it was previously protected by a void shield.

Regardless, it would be easy for the Titan and the Flame Thunder to destroy the giant turret.

Charles felt that he had completed this real graduation assessment.

Then it was hard not to be delighted with his future.

In the future, I will always take on combat duties on this war machine and stay with it until it is destroyed or I die of old age.

Is there anything happier than this?
No.

And if there was one thing worse than dying with this war machine, it would be losing it.

Charles felt that if he lost this war machine and had to fight like an infantryman in thin power armor, he would no longer have this god-like feeling. He would immediately put the barrel of his gun in his mouth and pull the trigger to get rid of the torment brought by his weakness.

What could keep him with this baby forever? Charles thought, only victory and merit.

"Destroy the fortress!" Charles stared at the fortress in front of him that was shattered by the concentrated fire of hundreds of Titans, "Destroy all obstacles to the unification of Terra!"

The Unified Sword Titan Legion continued to advance.

But this war no longer requires them to continue to be responsible for breakthroughs.

The Ursh Empire Fortress is now in ruins, and the psychics inside have long since died howling in the ether turbulence caused by the firing of the psychic cannon. Everything inside the fortress can be clearly retrieved by the teleportation device.

Infantry and Thunder Warriors began to teleport towards the fortress, just as they had done before against the Melanson Alliance.

The imperial guards who came to help also broke into the fortress under Waldo's order and went straight to behead the tyrant of the Ursh Empire.

The decree of fire and thunder has reached the front line. The tyrant of the Urshi Empire is not even qualified to go to Kangbamarwu Prison. Execution on the spot is his only fate.

……

In the ruins of the fortress.

The mortal army cleaned up and consolidated the captured areas, and the Thunder Warriors eagerly passed through them as the vanguard to attack the next important location.

A soldier dragged the body of his blasted comrade into a corner and searched him for letters and belongings.

Regardless, the soldier decided to send his comrade's belongings to his family.

After finishing the work at hand, the soldier sat in a corner to rest. He took out the cross in his arms, put it to his lips and kissed it gently, muttering: "Mary, the Holy Mother, Lord, please grant these souls rest in peace."

After praying to an ancient god that had been long forgotten, the soldier put away the cross.

At this time, a team of imperial guards entered this place. Under the watchful eyes of all the soldiers, they walked deeper into the underground of the fortress.

The soldier who had just finished praying was patted by his comrade, and then heard his comrade say: "Look, Or! This is the masterpiece of the Lord of Thunder. Isn't it majestic?"

The soldier named Or stroked the cross in his pocket and looked at the guards.

The look under the power armor helmet was extremely cold and contemptuous.

The imperial guards had no idea that a mortal was despising them, and even if they knew, they wouldn't care and would quietly leave to carry out their combat missions.

After savoring the title of Lord of Thunder, Or sneered contemptuously and turned to look at his comrade beside him who had joined the army from the foot of the Himalayas.

"Lord of Thunder?"

Ole shook his head slightly.

"He is not your lord, nor is the Lord of Flame."

"It's just that the Lord of Flame is still a good man, and the Lord of Thunder..."

"Just an Ace."

(End of this chapter)