Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 69: The Victory and Defeat of the Fire Wheel Battle
The fleet led by the Space Wolves has begun orbital attacks on the target landing point, with light spears and macro cannons igniting the void.

At the edge of the sight, the beams of light that lit up the sky were trembling slightly, roaring as they crashed into the psychic shield above the planet, and countless gorgeous flowers bloomed in the atmosphere.

The bombardment continued, and this silent attack would continue for some time until the Space Wolves tore through the anti-aircraft sugar coating wrapped around the Nornchi.

Just like a gentle tap, a crack appeared on the egg shell.

[Delta 03 mission is carried out.]

The voice of Leman Russ suddenly rang out in the channel. The Archangel could feel the ship he was on tremble violently, and the Fearless Vanguard fleet also began bombing the target area.

When the Dreadnoughts began the first wave of bombing, the Space Wolves, who had successfully torn through the opponent's defenses, had already begun to deploy their air forces. Thunderhawk fighters roared and dived towards the ground from the highest level of the planet's atmosphere. Under the cover of the Space Wolves' previous bombing, the Thunderhawks confirmed the layout of the target points for the last time and accurately bombed the suspected opponent's heavy firepower.

Then came the overwhelming number of airdrop capsules, they brought judgment, they brought death.

Smoke rose, ashes flew with flames, the earth was shaking, the sky was torn apart, giants stepped out of the war machines of steel and fire, and death glowed dimly, passing across the blades of the fearless.

"For the Emperor! For Demacia!!!"

Jarvan shouted the glory of Demacia and led his battle brothers of the First Company to the front line of the war, where the greenskins driving the ancient maulers and hacking at them were like a surging sea.

The blasphemous psychic light jumped among the crowd, as if an invisible giant hand was commanding the crowd. The moment Jarvan approached the enemy, an unbearable pressure immediately fell on his shoulders, almost making him kneel down.

What followed was an attack on his soul and mind. His vision suddenly blurred, his blood vessels twitched, and a feeling of powerlessness gradually crept up his body. The weapon in his hand was about to -

found it.

Jarvan suddenly raised his hand, bullets whizzed through the torrent of greenskins, heads exploded, blood splattered, and a hysterical scream sounded from Jarvan's soul, causing a brief blank in front of Jarvan's eyes. After a buzzing sound, everything returned to calm, and the battlefield returned to his eyes.

Jarvan blinked hard and saw clearly the green-skinned wizard he had smashed in the distance. The tentacles drooped limply from the human's neck, and the mucus hung to the ground.

These greenskin wizards disguised themselves as greenskin boys and hid among the greenskin army, using psychic powers to attack them.

Jarvan calmed his mind and continued to command his team to carry out the cleanup work. The greenskin wizards have always been one of the types of enemies that the Legion hates to encounter the most.

Without the help of the Forbidden Titans, these green-skinned wizards, with the blessing of the full "Waaagh!" force field, could cause heavy casualties to the legion with their attack spells.

A fire meteor trailing billowing black smoke crashed into the densely packed greenskin army from ten thousand meters in the sky.

boom……

There was a huge explosion, and smoke filled the front of the square. Dense dirt and gravel scattered in all directions. Within dozens of meters, the power was no weaker than that of a grenade launcher bullet. The surrounding greenskins were strung together like a hornet's nest by the dirt and gravel.

"My children, here I come..."

Two red lights lit up in the smoke, and Garen walked out of the pit with his eyes lit up, like a devil who had just crawled out of hell.

Garen, who was running wildly on the battlefield, suddenly stopped, and his steel boots plowed two deep pits in the ground.

"Who are you?"

Jarvan naturally recognized that the armor worn by this hideous hellish demon was the original body of [Heart of Steel], and the sword at his waist was also the Fallen Dragon's Sacrifice. But that face
The head was covered in a layer of pitch-black sticky substance, a hard shell formed by burnt and melted hair, skin, and flesh. The hideous outline of the skull was outlined by this thin layer of black substance, making it look exactly like a pitch-black skull.

"Damn it, Ruth embarrassed me again!"

Garen spat a mixture of blood and broken teeth on the ground, pulled out the sword at his waist and casually killed a greenskin. Fluorescent green light rose from every corner of his body like flames, and the hideous black skull recovered some flesh and blood.

With a rough war cry, the greenskins who were approaching him were driven back. The Primarch brandished his sword and charged into the greenskin army, followed closely by First Captain Jarvan.

Although the legion commander's posture and appearance when he landed were somewhat embarrassing, the warriors were not in low spirits. On the contrary, they were in high spirits because in such a small battlefield, there was a demigod fighting side by side with them.

The heroic Primarch was with his offspring, in the absolute cluster point in the very center of the battlefield, where they were harvesting lives with precision. Even though the Primarch had not given any orders, everyone's attention seemed to be focused there, whether it was theirs or the enemy's.

The Primarchs were born demigods.

Garen knew very well that his existence could provide his warriors with a very strong faith support, and a strong faith was the best defense against the "Waaagh!" force field attack.

"Keep in line, move forward!"

Garen stood on the Iron Cavalry, and the crossbows and spears kept firing at the battlefield. The bullets hit a green-skinned ancient giant's armor accurately again and again. There was a burst of fluorescent light, and a device similar to the void shield installed on the ancient giant blocked them for him.

"Keep firing, overload it!"

Void shields also have a maximum resistance limit, and can be overloaded by sustained weapons fire or massive impacts, forcing the generator to temporarily shut down to release excess power or direct energy.

The crossbows hit the green-skinned ancient giant one after another, and the ripples caused by the void shield continued to deepen and the frequency of fluctuations continued to increase.

It roared and approached the iron cavalry behind the front line, but the sword and shield warriors worked in perfect harmony with each other and resolved the attacks of the ancient giant again and again. They circled in front of the ancient giant like light butterflies, and each of its attacks would be resolved by the shields in the hands of the warriors.

Finally, after a minute of extremely violent output, the void shield of this ancient giant exploded due to overload. The scrap iron parts were thrown into the sky by the explosion, and then fell to the ground one after another. Black smoke continued to float.

"Good job!"

Garen patted the big guy under his feet, and in response he heard the sudden roar of the mecha under his feet.

【Machine Soul Delight】

The battle line advanced steadily.

However, to the north of Nornchi, a huge planet that was ten times its size suddenly trembled violently.

In an instant, the planet was torn apart and swallowed.

After the shattering, there were two fighting moons.

The final round of the Fire Wheel Battle is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)