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Chapter 110: Dawn of Caron 2
The Rockbreaker Blood Axe roared excitedly. Even the thick armor of the powerful Conqueror mech began to show dents, and metallic sparks flashed constantly, while its attacks became increasingly fierce.
Omnisiah's Fist attempted to turn his shoulder cannon to retaliate, but was grabbed by the Rockbreaker, twisted off, and tossed aside like trash.
Just when everyone's hearts sank to the bottom, a turning point appeared.
The surviving nuns seized this opening, swarmed forward, and used all their strength to slash the chainsaw sword into the Rockbreaker's back.
Several deep wounds, revealing the bone, gushed out green blood.
"Damn ants!"
I'm angry!
The Rockbreaker roared angrily at the battle nun.
But in that very instant, the Fist of Omnisiah seized this rare opportunity!
Amidst the swirling sparks and black smoke, it suddenly exerted its strength, flipped over and pinned the Rockbreaker beneath it, and slammed its power punch fiercely into its head.
One punch! Two punches! Three punches! Four punches!
Completely disregarding costs, without any pause.
Even the hard, powerful fist itself was twisted and deformed due to the continuous impact, and the outer armor cracked piece by piece.
But the attack of Omnisiah's Fist did not pause for even a second.
Because the Rockbreaker Blood Axe beneath him was still roaring, the monster was still trying to struggle.
Finally, it raised its right arm and shoved the fully charged plasma incinerator into the gaping mouth of Rockbreaker Bloodaxe.
For the first time, fear appeared on the face of the once arrogant Rockbreaker Blood Axe.
"No--"
The next second, a dazzling blue light burst forth.
The energy of the plasma incineration cannon poured out completely into the Rockbreaker's body, and huge flames gushed out from its seven orifices and every wound on its body.
Its body rapidly carbonized and disintegrated in the high temperature, eventually turning into a pool of ashes.
Omnisaiah's Fist, riding on his wreckage, also seemed to have used up its last bit of energy.
It stood there silently, its body riddled with bullet and axe marks, its twisted, powerful fist still poised to strike, like a steel monument standing on a battlefield of hell.
The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene.
A few seconds later, deafening cheers erupted like a volcano.
The soldiers waved their weapons, shouting and crying wildly.
We won.
They won.
They won an impossible battle on a planet abandoned by the empire.
Looking at the bustling crowd before him, Luo Ning let out a long sigh of relief; the anxiety that had gripped him all day finally subsided. But he didn't relax at all; he immediately patted Garland, who was still in a daze beside him.
"Galan, the war is not over yet."
Garland snapped back to reality, wiped the sweat and dust from his face, picked up the communicator, and gave a stern order:
"All troops, listen to my command! Reorganize your formation! Advance to Kalon II Hive! Pursue our victory, leave no greenskin unscathed!"
The soldiers immediately composed themselves and quickly returned to their posts.
With their leader killed, no one charged forward anymore, and the lines collapsed instantly, with soldiers fleeing in all directions almost recklessly.
Meanwhile, the human soldiers boarded the chimera troop carriers and began the pursuit.
If we can reduce the number of escaped greenskins as much as possible, the pressure in the subsequent battles will be reduced.
Meanwhile, Ronin slowly walked up to Victor, the sage of the Cult of Machines, who was leading the priests in kneeling before the massive mech of the Fist of Omnia.
The Conqueror mech was now completely silent, as still as a statue.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Victor. You and the Fist of Omnia saved everyone." Ronin bowed deeply to Victor.
Viktor stood up, looked at Ronin, and simply nodded slowly. "Faced with the enemy's arrogance and humanity's valiant struggle, even the machine spirit that had been dormant for a hundred years unleashed its strongest power. It exhausted its last bit of energy until it was certain that the enemy had been completely annihilated before falling back into slumber. Although severely damaged, the machine spirit is unharmed. Once we return to Vatos VII and have it carefully repaired, it will be able to fight again."
"That's good." Luo Ning sighed from the bottom of his heart. This huge robot really showed great strength, and it really seemed to have a soul. At the critical moment, it fought with all its might until the last second, and only stopped operating after completely eliminating the enemy, as if it had really held on until the last moment and burned out its life.
Even Luo Ning couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.
"Leave this to us, Lord Ronin can rest assured," Victor said slowly, but his gaze was fixed on what was behind Ronin, where Bishop Moraes was with the surviving battle nuns, looking at the captain of the battle nuns lying on the ground.
"Your army and the nuns of the State Church paid a heavy price in this battle; glory belongs to all."
Viktor spoke slowly, but before Ronnin could respond, he returned to the Fist of Omnia.
Ronin bowed slowly to Victor's back, then turned to look at Bishop Moraes, feeling his heart sink.
Bishop Moraes and the surviving battle nuns were kneeling on one knee beside the captain of the battle nuns who had been thrown to the ground first.
Her black power armor was already soaked in blood, with dark red blood seeping from every crevice.
His face was covered in dust and blood, and his once sharp eyes had become cloudy.
Luo Ning walked over and knelt down on one knee beside her.
She was a hero, giving her all and even her life, just to buy the Mechanicus even a second more of a chance.
She also saw Luo Ning kneeling beside her. She forced a smile. The battle nun, who was always expressionless and serious, always had her body and mind, and her will, belonging to the great God Emperor.
Now, she can finally put down this burden.
"Bishop Moras, Lord Rhonin. Have I served the Empire well? Can I return to the throne of the Emperor with honor? Can I proudly tell him that I have fulfilled my mission?"
Luo Ning reached out and tightly grasped her cold, weak, yet still slightly trembling hand.
His voice was extremely soft, filled with heartfelt respect:
"You have done well, better than anyone else. You are the Emperor's most loyal warrior, a hero to all the people of Vatos VII and Calon II. Your name will be engraved at the very top of the Martyrs' Monument, forever remembered by posterity. Your will will guide us to destroy all the Empire's enemies and cleanse all its filth."
Hearing Luo Ning's words, the Sister Captain's face showed a relieved smile.
The surrounding nuns clenched their fists, their shoulders trembling slightly.
They didn't cry out loud, but silently lowered their heads, letting their tears fall onto the cold ground.
Bishop Moraes made the sign of the cross and softly recited a requiem, his aged voice tinged with obvious sobs.
The head nun looked at Ronin, then at her sisters, and finally looked up at the sky.
The clouds remained murky, but somehow, a ray of golden sunlight pierced through them and fell precisely on her face.
Her smile froze at that moment.
His eyes closed forever.
There was no pain on her face, only peace and relief.