The Titans, giant walking war machines, have been dubbed the Divine Machines by the Human Empire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Indeed, for the Empire and its many enemies, such gigantic and near-impregnable war machines with devastating power can indeed be called the gods of the battlefield.

But for Tyrell now, he was skeptical, as the massive walking units were actually clumsy and heavily protected ground fire platforms, and the structural shortcomings of the walking vehicles were infinitely magnified by the weapons they could carry compared to their sheer size.

What's more, for the enemy who wields sea supremacy, the Titans, and the heavy war machines of various races of similar size, are really just targets for naval fleets.

Of course, despite the shortcomings of these weapons, and the scarcity of their numbers, Tyrell thought it would be difficult for him to encounter an established Titan Legion in a remote world.

But this also means that if there is a lack of powerful anti-giant unit weapons and the sea dominance cannot be seized for the time being, no matter how many people go up to face the Titans, they will almost find death.

For example, now.

Tyrrell carefully checked the two large red dots on the tactical computer, which symbolized Iron Warrior's two Chaos War Dog Titans, the "Scout" of Titans, and the Lightweight Titans.

Of course, this lightness is only relative to its gigantic counterparts, and in fact, a Wardog Titan can carry enough weapons to wipe out a city, or blow up a mountain, not to mention the Void Shield that the Empire (including Chaos) uses to protect warships.

It was a tough battle, and Tyrell came to this conclusion in the end.

"So, Priest Vental, what advice do you have from Blade Wings for dealing with these two Titans?" Tyrell pondered for a moment, then finally turned his head to look at the Imperial Space Marines in white robes and black armor.

In fact, Tyrrell didn't have much of a sense of these former Imperial "colleagues". They have been brainwashed by the Empire into treating themselves as weapons and fighting blindly - just as they have in the past. But on the other hand, Tyrell could keenly feel a hint of hatred in the eyes of these black-clad warriors, a hint of hatred that melted into his blood.

At first, Tyrell thought the hatred was directed at him, but with a little observation, he was able to vaguely discover the little secrets of the warband.

Blade Wings is a warband built with the highest goal of revenge, or more precisely, revenge on the Iron Warriors, and at all costs.

Although they disguised it well, they could barely feel it if they were replaced by other federal forces, but the Holy Silver Angels did not.

Because this will for revenge still lingered in their hearts not long ago, and it could not be dispersed.

"I regret your past betrayals and hope that you will take this as a warning. However, by dwelling on the past, it is impossible to embrace the future. Revenge is the ultimate goal and only destruction, this is the lesson of history, and you'd better think about it yourself, Company Commander Tyrell. ”

Somehow, Tyrrell remembered Marshal Lincoln's words again.

That's right, the Holy Silver Angel will no longer be bound by the chains of history, we will fly high and create the future.

Then he turned his mind back to the Blade Priest, expecting his answer.

We're not going down the same path, Tyrell was sure.

If it were an ordinary army, it would have completely collapsed by now, scattered and fled, and then fell into the hands of the Iron Warriors. Once the enemy collapses, they are nothing more than livestock to the slaughter in the face of the iron warriors' icy calculations and terrifying nets of fire, with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

But Taryn won't, in fact, all the bugs began to turn, facing the Iron Warriors' line, and launched an assault without pause.

"Damn, this is Tyrann, they are so dangerous and cruel no matter what the situation, if they are at an advantage, they will eat you at all, if they are at a disadvantage, they will consume your combat power as much as possible, and then let the next wave of bugs eat you...... I think we'd better strike now. ”

The renegade company commander looked at the scene at the foot of the mountain, and after a sigh of emotion, he said to Venthal.

"Wait." Vental stared intently at the battlefield below, the swarm ravaged several times by the Titans' fire, but they finally broke through the net of fire and collided with the Iron Warrior's striker.

But this is just a dying struggle, in the face of the army of Iron Warriors, this group of lonely deep Tyranid swarm is no match at all, in the face of cultists, annihilators, hellbeasts, birds of prey, sadomasochists, chaos dreadnoughts and other terrifying chaos beasts, even the tyrant's hive is destined to last less than half an hour before the entire army is wiped out.

However, now the two sides are glued together, fighting each other, and the Iron Warriors' long-range firepower, including the two giant Titans, can no longer rain their deadly fire.

But for the Blade Wings and the Holy Silver Angels lurking in ambush, this is the perfect time.

"I feel their presence, do it, Brother Vental." A vague voice rang in Pastor Wintal's ears.

Vental nodded: "Understood, Brother Pripetius, please hold on too." ”

Then, Vental turned his head and shouted in the channel inside the helmet: "The artillery begins to cover the strike, and the target is the point of exchange of fire between the assault forces of both sides!" Blade Knights and Darkblade Scouts begin to eliminate the Iron Warriors' command! ”

Then, the Apologists self-propelled guns and Whirlwind missile launchers, which had been lying in ambush in the rear, began to fire the already loaded ammunition into the canyon.

With a loud bang and roar, the deadly barrage that fell in a curve fell in an instant between the fighting Tyron and the Iron Warriors, and the high-explosive warhead that landed first exploded in the crowd and the swarm, and the precision-orchestrated explosion was unable to resist even the heavy armor of the Hellbeast, so that it was torn into disgusting fragments.

The scorching fire that melted the gold covered the canyon, and the remnants of the cultists and Tyrann were burned to ashes, and many of the Iron Warrior soldiers were also wailing in pain, and the entire canyon became a scorching hell.

"Damn the pseudo-emperor! Artillerymen and tanks, destroy them! A huge, terrifying voice came from a towering Titan: "In the name of Lord Peturab!" ”

"You don't have that chance, Chaos Bastard!"

A shout rang out from another hill, and then silvery-white pulses and orange beams poured down, blasting the Chaos Marauders into scrap metal with precision, followed by a dense curtain of isotanic bullets and orange beams like a torrential rain that smashed the Iron Warriors who tried to fight back to pieces.

Those traitors did a good job. Wintar thought so, and then, rolling over on his bike, locked onto the massive Titan, then took a deep breath and let out a battle cry.

"Never forget!"

A mountain of shouts came from the mountains, and it seemed that they could cover up the roar of artillery fire all over the mountain.

It was the same voice of countless shouts, a voice full of anger and vengeance!

"Never forgive!"

"For the Emperor and Dorne!" Wintal jerked his motorcycle, flattening the Adamantite Cavalry in front of it.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”