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Without even thinking, just kill them all!
After enduring and holding back for so long, I can finally find an alien I can kill and risk my life for it!
As the Imperial Prince Legion, possessing the most magnificent swordsmanship among the Royal Blades, they drew their swords from behind—
Long spear.
—Of course, it's a long spear.
Who in the imperial court doesn't use a spear for their weapons?
Even within the legion, some people modified their gun barrels to a chainsaw mode in order to increase their lethality.
Click! Thump!
In an instant, the emperor's sons had assembled.
With the heavy thud of the heavy shields hitting the ground and countless spears emerging from the gaps, the assassins were momentarily at a loss.
The assassins who were about to get close were not facing individual imperial swordsmen, but a whole row of spear and shield formations standing ready.
The stabber: "?"
Is this how a legion that values duels and honor the most fights?
—It wasn't like this originally.
But it's obvious that this kind of fighting style will lead to victory.
Initially, Casca's fighting style was vilified within the Legion—those who used guns and shields were seen as cowards, while true dueling masters would only use dazzling swordsmanship to kill their opponents with exquisite skill.
Then... then all the Duel Masters were utterly destroyed, leaving only those who didn't deserve to be called Duel Masters in the arena.
In the end, even the dueling masters were forced by life's circumstances, saying that Casca had corrupted the atmosphere and that the old ways were better, when everyone used swords to fight each other, which was more competitive and entertaining...
He was having a great time poking at the ground with others in the training room while using a long spear and a large shield.
The one who can win is the strongest.
Even if the victory is ugly, it's still a victory.
However, this tactic is not invincible!
All it takes is one skilled individual to close in and cut down the spears extending from the shield formation; without their spiked shells, the tortoise formation is doomed to be crushed.
But just as the captain of the thorn-wielding man was about to step forward to be the hero, a spear flew out at an impossible length.
call out!
The blue disintegration field with the gun tip, amidst the utter disbelief in the opponent's eyes, instantly retracted after delivering a point-and-click kill.
Looking at his accomplishment, Casca smiled happily.
Telescopic gun head, kid.
......
Under the unstoppable advance of the Absolute Shield Formation, the Assassins' encirclement and suppression offensive at the landing point was quickly crushed by the Emperor's Sons Legion.
"Let's take stock of the battle losses. This is just the first battle; the real large-scale battles are yet to come."
Looking into the distance, where motorcycle troops were still chasing the remnants of the Northern Assassins, Casca spoke into the communication device.
He was satisfied with the result of this long-awaited independent practical exercise.
Not only did his position perfectly defend against the enemy's attack, but the other lord commanders also stabilized the defensive line with minimal casualties, ensuring that Fugrim, who was in command in the center, was not threatened in any way.
"What should we do next?" Fugrim asked over the communicator. "Should we just storm in and strike right at the heart of the enemy's capital?"
No.
Going in without any protection is too hasty.
Clearly, this is a trap set by Slaanesh for the Imperial Legion and Fugrim. If it were truly the evil god himself intervening, even Kasgar, with his psionic flames, would not be able to stop the corruption.
Of course, Casca couldn't just jump down like that.
"Prepare to set up the stage in the center of the landing point. We will perform the [Centaur Gold Ring] while advancing into the heart of the thorny territory."
Urgent help needed: Centaur gold ring!!!
This was the first time, and Kasgar hoped it would be the last (though it was no use hoping), that the tactic of summoning the spirits of centaurs would be officially used in war.
Although the art style looks infinitely weirder...
But to win, and to protect Fugrim, he had to do it!
At the same time, he also hoped that this tactic against chaos wouldn't become the norm as chaotic forces come to power...
"If it's possible to perform the summoning of centaurs... wouldn't that violate Nicaea's prohibitions?"
Of course not.
If performances can be considered witchcraft, then our Word Bearers are more like a galaxy touring dance troupe.
—However, I heard that recently, Luo Jia has been participating in the expedition to reclaim the planets like crazy, as if he has been given a stimulant by the Dark Elf race, and he has been reporting good news one after another.
In any game where the outcome is overwhelming, given the large number of personnel and equipment of the Whisperers and their fervent morale, Luo Jia can usually achieve his goals in the Great Expedition if he gets serious.
They won't end up like Magnus, who was good at nothing.
"Let's prepare for the performance first. We must be extremely vigilant when facing a thorny person."
Chapter 187 This is real music!
The battle to capture the atoll has been won.
With the Emperor's son's excellent discipline and weaponry, the defeat of the Arsenal was almost a foregone conclusion.
The stabbing aliens, with their unique tactics and abilities, embody the connection between themselves and the evil god they worship.
crisp.
They didn't have much long-range weaponry, relying entirely on the first wave of close-range attacks to inflict initial casualties and then break up the enemy's formation.
This kind of thing, which can only go all in at once, does indeed rely on its agility to deal high damage in close combat.
But the problem is, what use is the speed of the stabbing troops against these shameless, retractable spears?
Let alone stabbing people, even for a Slaanesh demon that can be ignored and passed through by ranged fire, this spear that can extend and retract for tens of meters is still considered a melee weapon.
Melee combat deals damage!
What? This is cheating! A 40m long sword can't even be considered a melee weapon?
Sinister, shut up! I say it's true!
Lacking any means of countermeasures, the thorn-wielding men could only helplessly face the thick, hedgehog-like shield formation, their four blades unable to withstand the onslaught, exchanging bewildered glances.
The result of their simplistic tactics was that after several unsuccessful attempts to get close, they were completely overwhelmed by Casca's relentless ground-pushing advance.
He used his Casca shield to ram himself into the air and sent him flying.
This is also a key reason why the Emperor's Son always emphasizes the importance of achieving perfection.
During the Great Crusade, they will encounter alien civilizations of unimaginable scale, each with distinct characteristics—only a comprehensive legion like the Sons of the Emperor is capable of confronting such a threat from the boundless universe.
......
After the Assassin army's encirclement and suppression of the Imperial Prince Legion was defeated, the overall battle entered the stage of clearing out the Assassin's atoll city streets.
Although the first wave of attacks by the Thorns against the Prince of the Planet failed, the Kaska and his people gained a foothold on the planet's surface.
However, on the atoll, there are also many Thorn Cities covered by coral reefs. The Thorn warriors fought and retreated to the ruins of these cities to continue their battle.
Unlike the open terrain of the landing point, in this narrow, obstacle-filled urban warfare, it is not as easy as before to completely eliminate these annoying flies.
The assassin warriors were agile, and even a barrage of firepower was not enough to clear all the remnants from these ruins.
Only in such close contact can its piercing nature be fully unleashed.
"What should we do with these filthy creatures next?"
"Continue to increase firepower?"
The interceptor followed the gunboat and circled over Atoll 19 in several patrol routes to prevent a counterattack by the Lal people.
"Not yet. Dealing with these remnants of the army that have infiltrated the city doesn't warrant such a large-scale deployment."
Even the Imperial War Marshal's powerful arsenal cannot withstand such abuse.
After all, there are other atolls in the ocean, and we haven't even seen any underwater cities like the Thorns yet, so it's not worth wasting firepower like this.
While the conversation was taking place, transport vehicles disembarked from large transport ships brought anti-aircraft gun emplacements and other air defense facilities, as well as small detachments of civilian auxiliary troops as reserves.
Large mechanical loaders landed in the screaming sand clouds, spitting out silent, red-robed mechanical sages who, upon landing, hurriedly went to study the scorching energy flow that kept the atoll high in the air.
Huge earthmoving machines and teams of excavators and drills landed on the atoll, their goal being to level the entire atoll and then lay honeycomb-shaped metal plates as runways for attack and supply ships.
Of course, in addition to the machinery commonly needed for building landing sites, at Casca's request, the Mechanic Sages also reluctantly brought him new "combat equipment."
How long until our mobile stage is fully set up?
Kasgar looked at the red-robed mechanical monk beside him and asked.
.......
"So, this is really not a joke."
"Does the Commander really think we can use this thing to help us defeat the Xenomorphs?"
Julius Caesaron, the company commander of the First Company of the Son of the Emperor, looked at the enormous temporary stage before him. It seemed that hydraulic rods and stabilizing devices had been added beneath this mechanical platform, allowing it to move steadily like a Titan even in the ruins of a war.
"I don't know, who could possibly know?"
Company Commander Lucius of the 13th Company frowned helplessly as he looked at the thing.
His magnificent purple-gold armor was now covered in stains.
Seemingly finding the shield-stabbing gameplay uninteresting, he led his team out to challenge the assassin, leaving behind the bloodstains.
Don't worry, these were all left behind by the aliens.
"Let's wait and see. Based on previous experience, Commander Casgar won't make a mistake."
Although the actions appear increasingly abstract, they all ultimately achieve surprisingly satisfying and bizarre results.
This is Casgar.
The weirder your ideas, the faster you win.
The more outrageous the idea, the fiercer the fight.
"You...where did you learn all this...?"
Company Commander Kesoron glanced at Lucius, and the two company commanders arrived at the designated assembly point after taking stock of their company's casualties.
In front of the newly erected giant stage, Fugrim was still gathering his army to coordinate the construction of the landing point, while Kasgar, the true legion commander of the Emperor's son, was arguing with a well-equipped, seemingly high-ranking sage of the Cult of Mechanics.
"This is utterly ridiculous... Commander, I can't believe you're actually going to deploy this thing on the battlefield..."
"Isn't this a perfectly normal behavior? Especially for the Cult of Mechanics, I thought you would understand me."
"What does it mean?"
"Don't all the Emperor-level Titans of your Mechanicus have a huge chapel of machines on their heads?"
“You!—This is not the same! Great Omnesiah! Please disregard their blasphemous metaphors….”
It's the same principle, the same principle.
Although it's a bit abstract, the ultimate goal is the same.
In order to prevent the monsters and demons of the subspace, some extra props were specially arranged.
"I'm not saying anything more! Just wait and see the result in the end!"
"Warriors from the Emperor's Son, form ranks and prepare to depart!"
"Yes!"
Following the army of the Emperor's Sons guarding both sides of the giant stage, Kaiseron fell into meditation.
Am I the one who's gone mad, or is this already mad world?
Accompanied by a solo performance by the musician Metzi, which had been acquired from the Interles Federation, a soothing melody, which should absolutely not have been played in the center of the battlefield, gradually entered the ears of every prince.