From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

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Sol Tarvitz, under the helmet, stared ahead through the screen with a serious expression.

In addition, he was also paying attention to the real-time battlefield data that was constantly scrolling on the helmet screen, and the content of the data made his expression even more serious.

Because ever since New Argo fell into the ravages of Chaos, the 2nd Company under his command has suffered heavy casualties, and this catastrophe is far from over.

Every time the data was refreshed, Tarvitz's heart felt like it was stabbed by a sharp knife.

The casualty figures displayed on the screen, especially the casualties of adult Astartes, indicated that more than four hundred adult Astartes had fallen in the chaos.

This is not just a cold statistical number, it also means that the company's most core and strongest combat power is being deprived one by one at an unstoppable speed.

The death of every adult Astartes was like tearing apart his soul, and it was also a fatal weakening of the overall combat effectiveness of their 2nd Company.

Putting aside the identities of superior and subordinate, the sacrifice of his brothers made Tarvitz feel heartbroken and angry.

However, in addition to the heavy losses of the company, what also made Tarvitz "tormented" was the strength of the enemy.

According to intelligence sent back by various units on the battlefield, although those fallen Chaos Astartes seemed to lack organization and discipline, they demonstrated amazing individual combat capabilities.

In the confrontation with these fallen ones, he had to admit that the opponent's elite strength was actually slightly superior to that of their human sons.

Of course, rather than thinking that the opponent's physical fitness became stronger due to the influence of chaos power, Tarvitz would rather believe that his subordinates and brothers were defeated due to "lack of experience".

After all, judging from the available data, Tarvitz believes that the Chaos Astartes that wreaked havoc on New Argo are at least "hundred years old" or even "thousand years old".

Therefore they have seen more wars than the children of men have eaten any meal.

They may have participated in many battles before betraying humans, and long years have passed since their fall, so every combat skill they have acquired was acquired with blood and death.

And these experiences are exactly the gaps that young soldiers can hardly fill.

Therefore, with the blessing of Chaos power and rich combat experience, that group of Chaos Astartes is indeed difficult to deal with.

When Tarvitz learned that the champion of their 2nd Company, who was also his most valued brother, was killed, he immediately led the company guards to this main road.

At first, he was furious because of the heavy losses of his subordinates and citizens, and then he wanted to lead the team himself to stop the "primarch of the great devil".

But the death of his good brother brought Tarvitz back to his senses.

Before their Primarch arrived, any unit that attempted to confront the "Great Daemon" head-on was almost certain to be easily killed or completely destroyed.

That kind of unrivaled existence, whether in terms of strength, speed, or destructive power, far exceeds the limits of what people can understand.

Theoretically, the only way for the 2nd Company to pose a threat to it is to launch orbital bombing.

However, there are still a large number of civilians stranded in New Argo who have not yet evacuated.

The release of electromagnetic main guns and tactical and strategic missiles will inevitably cause catastrophic civilian casualties.

Faced with this dilemma, the orbital firepower option could only be shelved and wait for the arrival of their Primarch.

Being able to deal with things that ordinary people cannot understand naturally requires an equally "extraordinary" Primarch to deal with them.

Based on the current intelligence and real-time battlefield dynamics, Tarvitz decisively formulated a new battle plan.

He issued the latest instructions to the 2nd Company, explicitly requiring all members to avoid direct contact with the "Big Devil" as much as possible and focus on curbing the expansion of other fallen people under his command.

At the same time, he also ordered the troops to speed up the cleanup of the city, open up safe passages for civilians who had not yet evacuated, and cover the evacuation of civilians out of the city.

Although this decision means temporarily giving up direct attacks on the "Great Demon", Tarvitz knows that protecting civilians and preserving combat power are the top priorities at the moment.

When Tarvitz led the company guards to this main road, Lucius also quickly charged towards his position.

"Look, look! Who's coming?"

Lucius' voice was hoarse but loud, with a chilling, mocking tone.

Every step it takes is like a heavy hammer, hitting the metal ground of the main road, making a clanging sound.

Behind Lucius is a group of veteran subordinates who have followed him in battle for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

These Chaos Astartes were clad in tattered yet hideous armour, each piece of armour covered with the marks of Chaos and corrupted runes.

What is particularly disturbing is that many of the veterans are wearing severely deformed Terminator armor - those protections and weapons that once represented the pinnacle of "Empire" technology have now been corrupted into disgusting deformed forms.

Every time they move, the rotten flesh on the surface of the armor and the mechanical joints will emit a harsh friction sound and a dull painful "groan".

These guys followed Lucius' footsteps, their eyes showed no disdain and cruelty towards the enemy, and their movements revealed their extremely skilled killing skills.

They are both Lucius's right-hand men and the corrupted symbols of the Empire's glory.

Clang-clang-clang! !

Ri~咻——! !

But the response from Tarvitz and the hundred company guards was a barrage of gunfire that sounded like a sudden thunderbolt.

Tarvitz, under the helmet, cast his eyes on the extremely ugly guy wearing terrifying armor, that is, Lucius.

Tarvitz didn't understand why Lucius became so "excited" when he saw him, and why the guy in corrupted armor and with an obscene smile on his face seemed to be so happy about the battle.

But now, Tarvitz has only one clear goal, which is to quickly end the fierce battle that broke out in this area, break the erosion of chaos, and try to rescue more compatriots.

He had no time to pay attention to Lucius' provocation.

The same was true for the company guards.

Boom——Puff——!!

As dull gunshots and explosions intertwined, the Emperor's Children suffered a severe blow.

Several Chaos Astartes fell to the ground, their armor pierced and melted by various bolt shells and plasma cannon balls.

Tarvitz clearly saw that the helmet of one of the Chaos Astartes was pierced by a bolt bullet, and half of his face was blown into pieces, revealing the corrupted muscles and twisted skeleton underneath.

Prior to Tarvitz's arrival, the Emperor's Children had suffered heavy losses among their own Chaos Astartes because of Lucius's attempts to toy with and abuse the Company Champion.

However, ordinary heretics and demonic creatures did not even have the ability to resist the auxiliary troops, ODSTs and elite veterans, not to mention the arrival of hundreds of elite company guards. The balance of the situation was completely disrupted.

Even if there are many large chaos creatures, such as the chaos eggs that look like "giants" with smooth and "pink" skin, or the guys that look like they are made up of human bodies and mechanical spiders, etc., it is of no avail.

Because the 2nd Fleet once again demonstrated their strong war potential.

With a loud and shocking roar, six knight mechas landed one after another at various strategic locations in New Argo, providing crucial support to the ground forces that were caught in a tough battle.

However, even more shocking than these already terrifying war machines was the appearance of a Titan mecha covered in dark purple armor and a hundred meters tall.

This Titan mecha is designed with a four-arm structure. From breaking through the atmosphere to landing on the battlefield, every step is like the wrath of the gods.

With the "roar" of it breaking through the clouds, Tarvitz and others witnessed the stunning scene of it landing on the west side of the main road.

Boom—boom—! ! !

The sound of the Titan mecha landing was like an earthquake, the surface of the earth was torn apart by a huge shock wave, the streets collapsed instantly under the heavy feet of the mecha, and dust and rubble were stirred up by the shock wave.

The mecha's paint job was particularly eye-catching amid the surrounding fire and dust, and the deep purple armor seemed to have swallowed up the light of the night sky.

Almost at the moment of landing, the pilot of the Titan mecha quickly used the connection of the consciousness system to smoothly control one of the four arms and raised the 4000mm caliber plasma "rifle" that could be called the hand of destruction.

The muzzle began to flash blue light, gradually condensing into a dazzling energy core. The surrounding air was distorted due to energy overload, emitting a harsh buzzing sound.

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Ri~——————咻——————! ! !

A massive plasma ball burst out from the muzzle, cutting through the night sky and seemingly tearing the darkness in two.

The artillery group dragged dazzling flames, like a falling star, and smashed into the area where the Emperor's Children gathered with lightning speed.

Boom——————! ! !

The moment the plasma cannon ball hit the target, it produced a destructive effect like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth.

The core area of ​​the explosion turned into a burning pit, swallowing up dozens of Chaos Astartes and their distorted subordinates and demons. The surrounding buildings were torn into pieces by the shock wave, and the flames and thick smoke that shot into the sky formed a hellish scene.

The shock wave caused by the explosion even swept across the entire block. The ground became bumpy under the ravages of high heat and huge force, and molten metal and glass flowed like hot liquid.

The scene before my eyes seemed to freeze time, and even the air became extremely heavy.

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Those veterans among the Emperor's Children who had followed Lucius in battle for thousands or even "ten thousand years" all showed expressions of shock and fear after witnessing the devastating blows delivered by the Titan mecha.

These Chaos veterans consider themselves to be experienced war experts who have seen countless battlefields and are equally familiar with similar heavy war machines.

However, the Titan mecha before them overturned their cognition.

The huge body did not make it slow, but instead demonstrated incredible maneuverability and precise firepower, far surpassing the corrupted and modified war machines under their command, and was simply no match for the big guy in front of them.

Furthermore, the appearance of the Titan mecha also brought back the deeply buried past of these Chaos Astartes.

A nightmare that they are unwilling to face but cannot escape from, namely the "Great Rebellion" ten thousand years ago that was enough to reshape the galaxy.

"TAVITZ!!!!"

With an extremely angry roar, Lucius, who was buried in the ruins, crawled out again in an almost crazy manner.

The cracked armor gleamed in the firelight, and its twisted face looked even more hideous because of its rage.

Lucius' eyes were fixed on Tarvitz not far away. The commander of the Sons of Man was still standing at the core of the team, calmly commanding his troops to deal with the counterattack of the Chaos forces.

It clenched its fists, as if ready to charge again and fight Tarvitz at any time.

However, his steps hesitated.

The existence of the Titan mecha was like an insurmountable barrier, making Lucius feel deeply uneasy.

This uneasiness does not come from fear, but from the unknown.

Lucius failed to sense the "breath" of any living creature inside the Titan mecha.

There were no signs of life from the pilot, which meant the Titan was likely a fully automated, unmanned war machine.

This forced Lucius to re-examine the current situation.

If the Titan Mech is really an unmanned killing machine, then its actions may not be restricted by any emotions and only follow cold and precise logical algorithms.

Faced with such an enemy, even Lucius had to consider whether to continue chasing Tarvitz for the so-called "game".

Its eyes moved between Tarvitz and the Titan, anger still burning in its chest.

The remaining veteran soldiers, seeing Lucius hesitate, began to talk in low voices.

Soon, the most experienced one among them, whose helmet was completely "glued" to his head, like a bull's head, stepped forward and advised in a nasal voice:

"Lord Lucius, if you continue to choose to fight, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to fight back in front of that big guy. Maybe it's time to consider retreating."

Another veteran quickly echoed: "Yes, Lord Lucius, we can't fight against that Titan mecha."

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Lucius did not reply.

However, Tarvitz, who was far away, also noticed Lucius and a group of Chaos veterans crawling out of the ruins.

He was very puzzled. He had never met Lucius, let alone had any interaction with him. Why did that ugly and dirty guy have such a deep grudge against him?

But Tarvitz was too lazy to care about that.

Then he waved his hand and instructed the Titan mecha to continue suppressing fire on the communication channel.

The pilot, who was inside the 2nd Company's flagship, controlled the Titan without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

Ri~——咻——! !

The roar sounded again, and the blue light artillery group shot forward like an arrow splitting the sky, and the trajectory it left was more like a divine punishment of judgment.

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Seeing this, Lucius no longer had any thoughts of "playing" or "joking".

It seemed to be ready to fight its "old enemy" in the last second, but now it was like a clown, hastily retreating, not caring about its veteran comrades, and fleeing to the center of the city that tore apart the physical universe and connected the subspace with even stronger resentment and unwillingness.