Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords! - Chapter 507

Chapter 505 06.0504: ‘Flesh and blood are weak, machinery ascends’

Just as the pilot sister and the ground crew were busy.

“Hey hey hey! Why is the hatch in front of us open?” Veronica, who was struggling to push the cannon in the back, screamed as she looked at the hangar hatch that suddenly opened in front of her.

The next second, she saw the hideous Kroot.

“Gah! It’s an alien! And it’s so ugly!!!” Her already big eyes widened even wider, and she instinctively took a breath and screamed subconsciously.

“Calm down! Get ready to fire!” Fasha decisively finished the last fixed step at hand and shouted.

“The laser cannon is in place!”

“It has been debugged, and it is allowed to fire.” A technical priest reported with an emotionless generator in his throat.

“Fire!” Fasha gave an order.

As the weapon was fully charged, the technical priest pressed the red button on the display console.

Ziz!

The laser cannon fired a powerful scattered energy. Although the recoil of a laser weapon is much smaller than that of a live ammunition weapon, the surging energy on the cart still shook the temporary metal fixing frame.

“Guaaa!” Veronica, who was hiding behind the laser cannon, was thrown out by the aftermath. Her petite body curled up and rolled twice along the trajectory.

After the door opened, the alien that rushed in a straight line was hit by a cannon and its body was vaporized.

Except for a scorched black and a wisp of green smoke on the floor, there was almost nothing left. The remains were surprisingly clean.

And those Kroots who were a little further away but still on the line of fire left behind carbonized bodies.

That’s right, they were directly evaporated of all the moisture in their bodies, turned into straight charred corpses, and fell to the ground.

This cannon alone killed dozens of Kroots.

However, these leading troops were just the vanguards of the aliens to test the firepower. The chieftain let them, who lacked combat experience, foolishly rush into the fully armed cabin and test the firepower of the defenders with their lives.

“Get up! Prepare for battle…”

Before Fasha finished speaking, the motionless Castellan mecha stepped forward.

The Tau ion cannon on the shoulder began to rotate.

Puff puff puff puff puff!

The ion cannon fired at an ultra-high rate of 10,000 revolutions per minute, and the ion beam swept across the aliens in front of them like a blue whip of fire.

They screamed, surprised that they were beaten by equipment that they were not unfamiliar with.

When the mechas walked to the gate, the Kroots who had been waiting on the ceiling for a long time swooped down from a high place.

The Castellan mecha used a reaction speed faster than that of the Astartes. In the blink of an eye, he raised one hand and accurately pinched the head of the Kroot strong man who swung the bladed rifle from above.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, the juicy skull was instantly crushed by the thick and strong steel hand.

“Wow! So powerful.” After Veronica got up from the ground with a dusty face, she spit out the dust in her mouth, curled up, and hid behind the laser cannon with a small pistol, watching the big robot that she said was “round and fat, and looked cute” killing at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its body.

It was equipped with weapons allowed by Horatio to fight against the aliens.

The Skitarii Rangers were at a safe distance in the back, using galvanic carbines to accurately snipe those targets that had been marked as “high priority” by Lati.

That’s right, all the Mechanicus units here are directly controlled by Lati.

From the Castellan Mechs to the Skitarii Rangers and Vanguards.

She looked at the closed-circuit television in front of her, using the source power circuit to control hundreds of units to fight at the same time in real time.

Although there was no sign of surgery on her body to connect an auxiliary brain, she was able to operate hundreds of units in multiple threads like a sophisticated advanced meditator.

Even for a meditator, this kind of operation with microsecond delay would cause a high-performance processor of the same size as Lati to freeze.

But Lati did not, and even seemed to be at ease.

The skills of those Kroot shooters with superb shooting skills far exceeded those of humans, especially those who had devoured the flesh and blood of Astartes and achieved biological evolution. Each of them had the strength of mortal elite veterans like Valina from Catachan.

But in the eyes of the Mechanicus, flesh and blood were weak, and these elite aliens were nothing more than that.

In the eyes of these servants who would serve the God of All Machines wholeheartedly, the functions of organisms had an upper limit, and no matter how much they evolved, they could not achieve one ten-thousandth of the power of machines.

Even Astartes performed tactical actions in milliseconds.

The reaction speed of milliseconds was naturally different from that of microseconds.

The Kroot who beat the sailors so hard that they couldn’t raise their heads looked like the monsters in the low-difficulty shooting games that took a long time to aim and react in the eyes of the Skitarii soldiers with the aid of visual processors.

The hunters controlled by Lati always pulled the triggers of their weapons before their opponents.

A Kroot who had devoured the flesh and blood of Astartes fell on the cold gray-black deck, with a big hole on his forehead that was bleeding.

Its black pupils were wide open, as if it was surprised before death why these weird-looking robed weirdos who didn’t even arouse its appetite could have such a quick aiming and reaction ability.

Didn’t they say that those muscle-modified warriors were already the “demigods” of mankind, the pinnacle of mankind?

What are these weirdos who are ugly, thin, but so powerful?

What kind of monster is the human empire?

This is a collision between two heavyweight theories, mechanical ascension and biological evolution, which have been discussed by various civilizations in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years.

But in this round, the former won without surprise.

In the hangar, Anya Fasha and the pilots of the Skyhawk Squadron hid behind their respective bunkers, blinking their eyes, watching the Mechanicus Skitarii who not only repelled the alien attack but also steadily advanced forward.

There were only a few dozen of them, but the tactical movements of each person and the coordination between each other were very perfect, so perfect that they didn’t look like humans – just like a machine undergoing assembly line production, the operation of each part was linked together, without a single mistake.

“Captain, this is the Skyhawk Squadron. We are in the hangar at the rear ridge. It is safe here. There are no casualties in the air force and the aircrew. The Skitarii has repelled the alien attack and is advancing forward to counterattack.”

“This is the captain. Communication is smooth. Got it, Captain Fasha. Stay safe. We are surrounding the remaining enemies.” Horatio’s voice came from the communication.

At this time, in the pilgrimage ship, under the command of Horatio’s command hand and the bird’s-eye view, the large force was redivided into multiple temporary squadrons to advance in coordination on different fronts.

Raids were interspersed from the front, middle and back to encircle the remaining Kroot forces in the complex and huge pilgrimage ship.

Chief Kroot thought he was smart to gather his people together to attack the Epic, but this was a bargain for Horatio.

He was worried from the beginning about how he could catch all these rats on the pilgrimage ship that could accommodate one million people with less than 10,000 people under his command.

If the Kroots dispersed in the pilgrim ship to fight guerrilla warfare and destroy the engine, the ‘Pure White Mayflower’ would be very likely to be discovered by other Tau patrol fleets before it could recover its ability to move, and the fate would be self-evident.

The longer the Epic was on the ‘Pure White Mayflower’, the more dangerous it would be.

——At this moment, she no longer had any torpedoes.

When she was fully loaded with torpedoes, she was a dangerous assassin hidden in the dark gas cloud. Her petite figure was her perfect disguise. She had unlimited possibilities on the battlefield, and even through cooperation, torpedo salvos, she could destroy battleship-class opponents that were more than a dozen orders of magnitude larger than her.

And an attack ship without torpedoes, exposed and unable to move, was just a poor little boat with only one automatic light macro gun. Its firepower could only be even 50-50 with the small privateering speedboats of human pirates. Any regular warship could easily kill it.

Counting other attack ships in this area would not make the situation any better.

The Epic was very vulnerable now.

As her captain, Horatio certainly knew this truth. The longer the Kroot dragged out the more disadvantageous it would be for the Empire.

But now, this group of birdmen (Kroots are a type of alien creature that evolved from carnivorous birds) have gathered together.

As long as he blocks all the forks and drives them all toward the Epic docking station, he will kill them cleanly, neatly, and efficiently, just like driving a group of live chickens into a slaughter line.

No Kroot would turn to guerrilla warfare after the plan to attack the Epic failed. The sailors and crew who blocked the main roads would kill them all without mercy.