The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3213: Hitting the Nail on the Head

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Besides the deployment issues, the local garrison also faced a serious problem. Although the other party didn't mention it, Sochoyan could already foresee it. Although Wallistad was agriculturally developed, most of the agricultural areas in the West Continent had fallen, and it was difficult to transport grain from the East Continent. Relying solely on the Shanbei Territory, which was not primarily agricultural, to supply nearly ten million troops, the reserves were probably already depleted. The situation of the defenders on the Koborov Mountains defense line must be very bad now. Lacking clothing, food, and weapons, it was questionable whether the soldiers could honestly stay in their positions. If there was a large-scale desertion, the so-called defense line might just be a piece of rotten wood that the Greenskins could kick apart with one foot.

After some simple thought, Sochoyan formulated a strategy.

First destroy the Greenskins' roots, then chop their trunk, and finally prune their branches!

First, the fleet would bombard the Greenskins' lair on the Libashka Peninsula, destroying their production facilities. Then, Sochoyan would personally lead a team to drop in and find the Greenskin leaders to kill—even if they couldn't be found, the entire Greenskin lair would be overturned, cutting off their roots for manufacturing weapons and hatching new soldiers.

At the same time, the Adeptus Mechanicus would send troops to support the Koborov Mountains defense line, preventing a "dam burst" that would allow the Greenskin flood to spread to the Shanbei Territory.

Once the Libashka Peninsula was resolved, the planet's local guard could launch an attack from the Koborov Mountains, sweeping away the Greenskin fortresses and strongholds in the Shannan Territory, completing the final cleanup work.

Of course, the resistance strongholds holding out in the Shannan Territory also needed support, which could be provided by the Holy Flame Order. On the one hand, they could save people, and on the other hand, they could spread the Order's influence. After all, those people must have already fallen into despair, and a savior appearing at this time would definitely gain their wholehearted trust and recognition.

After the plan was formulated, Sochoyan sent a message to the Wallistad Governor's Office. The content was also very simple—in the name of the Throne, this war would be personally taken over by him, Sochoyan Alexey. From now on, all strategic commands would only be issued from the Randle.

Before the governor could make any reply, he had already begun to act.

The Randle's bow main gun slowly opened, pointing towards the blue planet below. After a brief energy accumulation, a blue beam that could be seen by the residents of the entire West Continent pierced through the clouds and struck the earth—this scene was later called the Sword of Heavenly Retribution by the residents of Wallistad, the Emperor cast his anger towards the xenos that defiled human territory.

Immediately afterwards, four Adeptus Mechanicus battleships, even the main ships, joined the chorus of destruction, smashing terrifying firepower at the Greenskin lairs on the ground.

For the Greenskins entrenched on the Libashka Peninsula, it was truly as if the sky had fallen, literally.

The earth cracked, lava boiled, and hot air waves of thousands of degrees rolled and spread, forming a terrifying firestorm that swept up even the huge Stompas, the violent energy tore apart the solid metal and vaporized any flesh and blood within.

This doomsday scene lasted for a full twenty minutes.

It only stopped when the entire peninsula seemed to be about to be bombed into the seabed. At this time, the clouds above the peninsula were blown away by the violent energy, revealing a long-lost clear sky.

But this was not a good omen for the surviving Greenskins, because bird-like aircraft quickly appeared in the cloudless sky, their engines roaring, and their silver-gray bodies reflecting dazzlingly in the scorching sun, with their noses tilted downwards, like hunting falcons.

And in a sense, they were indeed hunting falcons.

The Stormclaw squadron quickly swept across the scorched earth that was still smoking, using weapons to strafe anything that moved, followed by the huge Stormbirds. When it hovered at a height of ten meters above the ground, the left and right hatches opened, and silver-gray Terminators jumped down one after another, until the last towering figure landed.

Sochoyan took a deep breath of the hot air of hundreds of degrees, which contained the burnt smell of metal and various spicy smells. As far as his eyes could see, there were only metal wrecks everywhere, many of which were still in a semi-liquid state. In the distance, the original towering metal fortresses only had a few huge pillars stubbornly pointing to the sky, as if telling of some kind of unwillingness.

Looking around, it seemed impossible for there to be any living things here.

But he knew very well that Greenskins were never "impossible." If orbital bombardment could completely solve them, they wouldn't be called the green cancer of the universe.

As the Stormbird slowly rose, the ground began to be turned over constantly. These were some Greenskins hiding in underground bunkers. Although the bunkers helped them barely survive the bombing, the crude protection still caused them great damage.

As one hunched figure after another stood up from the hot mist, it could be seen that the armor on their bodies was surrounded by smoke, and the exposed skin had turned into charred dead skin under the high temperature, and was reddened by the fire, melting the emblems on their armor. Even the remaining decorations had melted and swelled into a mess.

They groaned and roared in pain, like demons crawling out of purgatory, and their numbers were increasing.

Greenskins have a habit of digging into the ground. A huge space had long been dug out under this area. Although most of them died in the bombing, the survivors were still a huge number.

And they quickly noticed the enemy, a small number of enemies.

Stimulated by the high temperature and pain, these heavily injured Greenskins immediately became lively again. Even if their hands and feet were carbonized by the high temperature, they still roared and staggered towards the Terminators. Many fell to the ground after a few steps and were completely roasted by the hot earth.

Then the ground began to tremble slightly. Then, at a location one kilometer away from the landing point, a huge machine rushed out from the ground. It looked very much like some kind of giant tunneling machine. When the drill stopped rotating, huge metal feet suddenly extended from both sides of the machine, and then pressed forward heavily. Then the tracks behind it also began to roll, moving in a very strange posture—Greenskin vehicles are never short of whimsical and comical designs, but Sochoyan had never seen this kind of leg-and-track combination before.

And when this large machine, which was estimated to be over 100 meters long, began to move, the drill in front of it also changed. Guns and cannons stretched out from all parts of the drill. At the same time, doors opened on both sides of the barrel-shaped body, and then many howling Speed Freeks rushed out from inside, driving their scrap-metal-assembled motorcycles and began to gallop on the hot wasteland.

And in the end, a huge cannon rose from the top of the machine. A Greenskin covered in heavy armor stood on the cannon, raising a man-high battleaxe while roaring angrily. Several metal loudspeakers around it transmitted its voice to dozens of kilometers away.