The landing method of the Second Captain Ardashir's troops was even more special. They ejected from the cabin thirty meters above the ground, and their jet packs dragged out a crescent-shaped trajectory. They strafed the Zerg with composite grenade launchers on the way down.

Each round of explosive ammunition has a built-in micro-nano sandstorm generator, and the Tyranid creatures hit will be torn into pieces by nano-scale silicon crystals.

This weapon is specifically designed to deal with heavy units that are difficult to kill, and is one of the special weapons of the Second Legion.

"For Xerxes!"

Ardashir's double-headed power sword spun into a death storm, leaving behind not blood but dry corpse dust wherever the blade passed.

His warriors shuttled through the insect swarms, their black and gold armor reflecting the light of the sand and dust, looking like flowing patterns from a distance.

Gao Moda's airdrop capsule directly crashed into the core of the hive node.

When the think tank director walked out of the hatch, the Tyranid creatures within a hundred meters suddenly stiffened, Zoroastrian runes appeared on their shells, and the burning statue of Zarathustra was reflected in their compound eyes.

Psionic prayers flowed from under the bronze mask, and Gao Moda's staff was inserted into the sticky ground. Twelve holy fire snakes sprang out from the head of the staff and followed the nerve cords of the insect nest tissue straight to the mother body.

The purified Tyranid creature began to collapse in on itself and then turned to ashes.

As Captain Nadir's weapon pierced the last snake, the horizon suddenly began to boil.

A torrent of death consisting of 30,000 orc motorcycles overturned the surface of the earth, and war trucks modified with Tyranid biological cannons plowed furrows of blood and flesh in the sand.

The leading war boss "Iron Jaw" Gluck's vehicle is a steel mammoth modified from the Imperial Poison Blade chassis, and the rusty gun barrel is filled with bombs.

"Anahita's skirt..." Captain Nadir tore off the acid-corroded cloak, revealing the roaring Persian lion relief on the shoulder armor, "Blow the sandstorm horn!"

A dozen guards took off the golden discs on their backs, and these holy vessels inscribed with poems were struck at the same time.

Sound waves formed visible ripples in the city. Nano-scale intelligent sand poured down from the Yellow Sand Lurker, instantly constructing the illusion of a 20-meter-high Persepolis wall.

"waaaaaagh!!!!"

The orc convoy crashed into the optical mirage, and the war trucks in the front row disintegrated between reality and illusion.

Gluk's steel mammoth rolled over the remains of his kin, and the six pairs of road wheels pressed the green flesh into the sand: "You desert cans are playing magic? We think you are not WAAAGH at all!!"

At this moment, Xerxes' golden airdrop capsule crashed directly into the center of the battlefield. The psychic shock wave released when the hatch opened turned the orcs within fifty meters into a bloody mist.

The patterns on the Primarch's gilded armor lit up one by one, and the twenty-eight Emperor's Tear gems inlaid on his waist began to extract the souls of the dead on the battlefield.

These dead souls will join the Undead Army and become part of it.

"Alien, die."

The understated command reached deep into the orcs' consciousness through the resonance of the warp space.

Tens of thousands of orcs suddenly looked ferocious, and then turned their guns on each other.

Gluk used a power claw to tear open his temple and pulled out the mind-controlled mechanical eye: "My head only has my own WAAAGH!"

The Iron Mammoth's main gun fired shells modified with Tyranid bioacid capsules, and the sticky venom turned into a roaring demon face in the air.

Xerxes raised his hand to catch the cannonball, and the holy emblem of the legion emerged from his palm.

The venom reorganized into chains in the sacred fire, twisting the turret of the Iron Mammoth into a knot.

The Primarch leapt onto the Ork war machine, his Midian scimitar sending up seven-meter-long snakes of psionic fire as it penetrated the seams of the armor.

"Witness the judgment of Achaemenids." The moment the blade pierced through the power core, the entire steel mammoth collapsed into a bronze hourglass, and Gluk was sealed in a grain of sand and fell forever.

Gao Moda's think tank team built a Zarathustra altar in the northwest war zone. Nine psychics used power rods to write scriptures on the ground. Every time a character was completed, a glowing scarab emerged from the void.

When the last line of prayer was completed, the sand within a radius of ten kilometers suddenly collapsed into a whirlpool.

"In the name of the Lord of the Desert!"

The bronze mask cracked, revealing the burning psychic pupils of the Librarian.

Countless metal scarabs emerged from the core of the earth, emitting Zoroastrian chants as they gnawed on the orcs' weapons. The green flesh and blood that were touched would instantly weather into mummies.

The orc war boss "Firebreathing" Snag used a flamethrower to burn the insect swarm, but found that the flames actually caused the scarabs to multiply.

These mechanical creatures reorganized into several-meter-tall statues in the fire, and their flowing liquid metal hands crushed the greenskin leader into a meat paste.

These were created by Gao Moda by combining weapons from the dark technological age with psychic power, and can be summoned through psychic power at critical moments.

The battle situation is being rewritten, the Zerg and Ork troops are being wiped out in large numbers, leaving only the remnants of the Tau and Chaos forces on the battlefield.

Calvin was fortunate enough to witness this scene. He was one of the few mortal soldiers who witnessed the entire scene.

At this time, Calvin was huddled behind the broken wall of the Hymn Cathedral, and the laser gun in his hand had already run out of energy.

He originally came to look for the trace of Irene, but accidentally ran into this epic battlefield between the Primarch and the Orcs.

Rubble continued to fall from above his head, mixed with the vibrations of the Titans' firefight in the distance, forcing him to curl up in the ruins and pray to the Emperor continuously.

Here, he saw Chapter Captain Calgar annihilate an entire city block of orcs single-handedly.

He saw the late Commissar Yarrick step out of the void holding a burning military flag. The battle flag embroidered with the "Armageddon" symbol was surging in the flames.

He saw the legendary Primarch, who was even more magnificent than the legends said.

He watched Xerxes walking amid the orcs' hail of bullets, his psychic shield melting the incoming shells into metal rain.

He raised his hand and tapped lightly, and the orc war engine five hundred meters away instantly turned into a ball of sparks. The horrible explosion made Calvin's ears bleed.

He fell to his knees, vomit mixed with tears hitting the glowing laser gun.

Those legends that I had heard in the tavern seemed so pale and ridiculous at this moment.

"Calvin? You're still alive?"

The political commissar pulled Calvin out of the rubble. He no longer cared about anything else. Calvin might be the only living soldier in their entire planetary defense corps.

In the battle just now, dozens of Astra Militarum and Planetary Defense Corps were annihilated in the artillery fire and explosions. Calvin was able to survive miraculously. It can only be said that it was the blessing of the Emperor.

"Fear is normal, just get used to it."

The political commissar asked Calvin to leave with the medical team. He had completed his mission on the battlefield and now he could rest again.

"No, I want to find... find Irene."

"Then follow the 916th Regiment. They are moving to the other side of the planet."