How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 195 The Protagonist on Stage
The firefight, or rather the unilateral pouring of firepower by the Iron Hands against the enemy, began in an instant.

At first, it seemed like a delicate concerto, and then it turned into a magnificent symphony.After confirming the enemy's shadow, burst fire from small arms first kicked off the battle.As the enemy continues to charge forward, the size of their forces is inevitably exposed to the Iron Hands' detection range, which in turn provides the Chapter with more data for analysis. , thus making the Iron Hands' artillery strikes more accurate and efficient.

The torrent of data surges rapidly among the soldiers in unison. Each new reading will cause a small ripple in it. Each small ripple will be fed back into the adjustment of artillery fire and defense, pushing the battle group towards the final goal. A small but sure step toward victory.This is the teachings from veterans, ancestors, and the father of genes. The sons of Gorgon have always fought like this - they integrate every data that can be collected and calculate with extraordinary information processing capabilities and efficiency. And deduce, and then execute a tactic that can best ensure the destruction of the enemy.This has been the case for thousands of years, and this is how the Iron Hands have won one victory after another until today.

What has been will be done again, and what has been done will be done again.This sentence does not necessarily have to be understood as a religious motto.

From the moment the enemy did not choose to appear directly in front of them, but chose to charge towards the battle group's simply constructed position from a distance away, their defeat was already doomed.After a brief probing attack, whatever came within range of the Iron Hands - Emperor's Children, Daemons of Slaanesh - was quickly torn to pieces by saturation fire.

Under the precise calculations of the Iron Hands, no round of ammunition is completely useless.They all successfully hit, or ensured that their peers hit the enemy they were supposed to destroy within the next short period of time.The guns in the position rumbled, and the roars of promethium engines and machine spirits echoed in the ears of every warrior.In this space where subspace and reality are mixed, for some reason, sound can be transmitted normally.

The vast majority of enemies have been screened out of the battlefield by the dense firepower network before they actually reach the front line, but there are still a few lucky ones, or highly skilled people who are more experienced in the art of dodge and maneuver, or The bad guys who are more tolerant of their own moral bottom line and can make better use of the "resources" of their companions have successfully broken through the ammunition blockade and bullied the Iron Hands' front line.Veterans wearing Terminator armor that had undergone various modifications were well prepared for this. They stepped forward with melee weapons such as power hammers, giant chain swords, and two-handed chain axes in their hands. The mark of the Avni clan The cold light reflected off their shoulder armor.

Enemies who can bully the melee line are unlikely to be idlers in any sense. The blessing from the Destruction Power makes them extremely fast and agile, able to dance dangerously and seductively between gunfire and weapons. dance steps.But it is a pity that the enemy they need to face is also good at killing and destroying.At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, the seemingly evenly matched two sides clearly had their own winners and losers: some fallen swordsmanship masters were looking forward to a martial arts feast with their opponents, but were defeated by the opponent's shoulder armor within two moves. The twin-linked bolters suddenly revealed in the middle were smashed into sieves; some Slaanesh demons tried to suppress their opponents with their huge size, but they misjudged the speed and strength of the Iron Hands veterans after experiencing multiple mechanical enhancements, and were directly killed. The power hammer smashed into meat; some noise warriors laughed wildly and played the blasphemous musical instruments in their hands from a certain distance, using sound waves to destroy the few remaining bodies in the enemy's armor in front of them, and then jumped up in ecstasy. performed crazy but meaningless dance steps - and then were ruthlessly killed by crossfire by the "Terminator Soldiers" who stood up again from the brief "stasis"; and then, inside the armor, inherited the original The master's fiery and angry machine spirit roared, waving weapons and continuing to charge towards the human enemy.

The situation looks good.Although there is a slight reduction in personnel, the losses are still within the plan.The Iron Hands undoubtedly had an advantage in the first round of impact, but unfortunately, this must be only temporary.It's still the same problem: they are ultimately at a disadvantage in terms of the number of troops, and the consumption incurred in the confrontation is always real, and the supply of ammunition and energy will always be exhausted.If the enemy wants to prolong this battle for a long time, Fulgrim and his master will win in the end.

"But he won't do this." Ferrus Manus, who is still calmly staying in the Central Army, explained this issue. "I know Fulgrim. He will think that such a step-by-step method of winning is safe and secure. ... 'Not exciting enough'."

"But you must also consider the possibility that your estimate of him may not turn out to be true." Debit said, "After 1 years, he may have changed."

Lindrick is a little closer to the front lines than where this conversation is taking place.The chief think tank is surveying the battlefield, using psychic energy to add buffs to his brothers, making the various machines of the Iron Hands operate more harmoniously and energetically. Occasionally, he also uses psychic lightning to check for deficiencies in the defense line.Enkidu was not far behind him, looking at the battlefield with a bit of boredom and sadness in his eyes. "I don't know." Ferus, who was always in control of the battle situation in the command chain, became distracted and said harshly, "At least in the past 1 years, I myself have not changed much."

It is a pity that among the people around him currently, there is no character who can and dares to retaliate.Efficiency-oriented Debit did not give any of the expected reactions from the Iron Hands Primarch, but directly changed the subject: "How long do you think you can last?"

"Until it's over," Ferus replied, "I'm fighting a war of annihilation."

"But what if the enemy keeps coming?" Debit's question is very realistic. "We can't hold on forever."

"Fulgrim won't have that kind of patience. He will definitely appear before we can't hold on anymore." The Lord of Medusa's determined tone seemed to be stating a common sense statement like "one plus one equals two" question, "And if only we could kill him, this would be over."

Debit frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, another soft, lingering voice came out in a strange, lingering voice amidst the roaring sound of artillery fire. Everyone can hear it, and fill this short silence in a way that makes the hair stand on end:
"Are you talking about 'trying to kill me', honey?"

There is no doubt that this voice contains magical power. As soon as it appears, it eclipses all other voices on the battlefield and is completely unworthy of anyone's attention.Everyone's attention, no matter what they were doing at the time, was captured in that moment by that sound.It should not be able to distinguish its direction. The sound is layered and resounds in all spaces above, below, left, and right, but anyone who hears it can accurately turn their head in the same direction and focus their eyes without deviation. On the speaker:
There appeared out of thin air a non-existent high platform made of ivory, gold and white jade. On the top was a closed platform made of countless colorful objects of different colors, even so brilliant that they seemed not to belong to the real world. A beaded curtain made of pearls and precious stones.Two enchanting Great Secret Keepers were standing at the top of the high platform, using ambiguous and sultry movements to separate the dense bead curtains from the middle. Under the influence of Slaanesh, it was almost impossible to see the former "Purple Phoenix" at all. The graceful "Fulgrim", with a charming smile on his face, slowly snaked down from the high platform.

The dramatic entrance of a Daemon Primarch temporarily halted the sounds of gunfire and clashing of gold and iron on the battlefield.When everyone's attention was unconsciously attracted, Ferus broke it all with his own voice like a bell:
"Long time no see, Fulgrim." He said calmly, "You have become a lot uglier."

　Miwu (peaceful)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)