Wings painted gray sliced through the clouds at supersonic speed, the booming roar of the engines echoing across the border!
A fully staffed Flight Squadron, piloting fighter jets developed exclusively for the Asia-Pacific Region, performed barrel rolls exceeding human limits, tearing through the aerial blockade of the Chaos daemons like falling Ginkgo Leaves.
The next moment, the fighter jets that broke through the blockade aimed their fire Control Systems at the daemons below.
"All aircraft, open fire!"
Accompanied by a command that had been suppressed for a long time, filled with Raging fire.
The missiles suspended under the wings, like the dawn light piercing the darkness, roared towards the hideous daemons, trailing fiery exhaust.
Missiles, like meteors, streaked directly above Luo Ji, fiercely and swiftly slamming into the dense demonic legions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Massive fireballs, mixing fire and thick smoke, suddenly erupted into the sky.
The Impact and coverage of the explosion, even from hundreds of meters away, felt like an Iron Crows fiercely pounding Luo Ji's chest. Following immediately was a delayed, continuous roar, muffled like rolling thunder. Those earth-shattering booms were like humanity's belated shouts and roars, declaring to Tzeentch's demonic legions, and Tzeentch himself... that humanity would absolutely not submit to the Raging fire of Chaos!
God damn!
When Luo Ji looked up, the demonic legion that had been rushing toward him just a second ago was suddenly cleared out by more than half!
And the unluckiest was Frederick Taylor; it had clearly received "Special attention." Several missiles hit and exploded directly, and despite its powerful Warp barrier, it was still blasted into a daze, dizzy and disoriented.
The fighter jets shrieked as they climbed again, executing turns beyond the limits of human endurance, aiming their attacks at the Chaos daemons circling the sky!
Among them, the pilot leading the "Ginkgo Leaf" squadron wore a golden helmet that looked particularly striking inside the transparent cockpit canopy.
"The human sky is not your territory, you monsters—!"
He violently twisted the control stick, and the fighter jet performed a nearly ninety-degree right-angle turn in the air with inhuman agility. Its fire Control System locked onto a Tzeentch Flying Disc carrying a Doom Knight, and he fiercely pressed the launch button.
Whoosh—!
Accompanied by a sharp sound ripping through the air, a supersonic missile accurately hit the target.
The fighter jets, with the posture of victors, rejoined the formation, setting their sights on the hateful daemons.
The sky was no longer the domain of Tzeentch's daemons; it was being torn apart by the Steel Falcons of the Ancient Eastern Nation!
Just in the interval between the aerial strikes, Luo Ji suddenly felt a violent tremor coming from the ground beneath his feet.
This... doesn't feel like an earthquake!
He abruptly turned his head. On the horizon at the edge of his vision, ruins and obstacles were being crushed, revealing their ferocious figures.
Their low turrets and thick Smoothbore Cannons were enough to strike fear into any enemy, and the solid armor covering their entire bodies granted them terrifying defensive power. Tank after tank advanced side-by-side, like an unstoppable steel torrent, forming a formidable, awe-inspiring cliff face.
A single glance revealed them to be boundless, like moving Steel Mountain Ranges!
Advance! Advance! Advance!
This unstoppable steel torrent, carrying the will to crush everything, was advancing madly towards this location!
"Comrade Luo Ji!"
"Comrade Luo Ji! This is Mount Tai Command, Seventh Armored Group!"
"Be aware of artillery fire extension!"
"Repeat, be aware of artillery fire extension!"
Reassuring, urgent voices came through the surrounding broadcast channels.
"Not good!"
Although he had never participated in a war, Luo Ji was certainly not stupid. At the very least... he had seen armored groups firing in documentaries.
He immediately ran. Fortunately, the Psychic Power he still possessed allowed him to run extremely fast.
Taking a moment, he glanced back.
But that single glance showed Luo Ji a scene he would never forget.
The armored group's treads in the distance on the horizon crushed the ground, kicking up rolling smoke and dust. Cannon after cannon of thick Smoothbore Cannons, guided by mechanical axles, all turned toward the position of Tzeentch's demonic legions!
The air across the entire battlefield seemed to fall into a brief silence.
Then, at the same moment, the tank armored group, resembling a Steel Mountain Range, simultaneously spewed forth white-hot flames tens of meters long from every cannon barrel. The instant the shells left the muzzles, they kicked up enormous amounts of dust and grit, and the terrifying kinetic energy immediately formed a forward-rushing, fan-shaped wave of death in front of the steel torrent!
BOOM—!!!
A muffled roar, unified yet loud enough to tear eardrums!
The sound was so immense that the roaring in the sky and the shrieks of countless Chaos daemons were briefly drowned out.
The dense barrage of shells accurately covered the offensive formation of the Chaos daemons, which was attempting to spread out and disperse.
The high-explosive shells, designed for maximum lethality, bloomed into flowers of death the moment they hit the ground.
Dirt was flung tens of meters high, ruins were instantly leveled, and rolling thick smoke, carrying high temperatures, lifted and burst into orange-red fireballs!
Tzeentch's demonic legion, including the commander Frederick Taylor, was completely stunned by this sudden attack.
Where exactly did these troops come from?!
However, before they could finish thinking, another unified, thunder-shattering roar echoed across the battlefield!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
No, not just one sound!
More shells rained down upon Tzeentch's demonic legion like raindrops.
"Artillery fire extension! Directly ahead, scale XXX, direction XXX, rapid fire!"
A new round of volley fire descended once again!
With the correction from the previous two rounds, this time the shell Impacts seemed to have eyes, accurately drenching the position of Tzeentch's demonic legion.
You are daemons, true, but... once you manifest in reality, you possess flesh and blood.
In the eyes of the Ancient Eastern Nation's soldiers, they never feared daemons. In fact, quite the opposite: daemons... also bleed!
Since they bleed, that means they, too, can die!
That makes things easy.
Killing one is a break-even, killing two is a profit, killing three... that's a huge windfall!
"Let these sons of bitches taste our shells too!"
"Screw your mother, daemon! I'm here to kill daemons!"
"Tzeentch, you motherfucker, did you hear that? Motherfucker, eat this shell!"
Familiar yet heartfelt curses continuously came through the surrounding broadcasts.
But to Luo Ji, this was simply the most damn heartwarming sound he had ever heard in his life, second only to Zhuang Yan confessing her love to him!
Fight!
Kill these damned daemons!
Luo Ji's fingers were still tightly gripping the sword hilt, his knuckles white from gripping too hard.
He couldn't control his excitement, breathing the air deeply and greedily. Even though it was filled with acrid gunpowder smoke and choking dust, he had never felt that the air was so... wonderful!
The mighty steel torrent roared with the fury of modern human industry.
And in the sky, the crème de la crème, piloting humanity's wings across the heavens, tore apart the daemons with sharp claws.
The daemon Legion summoned by Frederick Taylor was caught completely off guard and struck head-on. An area spanning hundreds of square kilometers was almost entirely covered by artillery fire, thoroughly plowed with an unprecedented intensity and density of attack!
City ruins? Wreckage?
No. Under such terrifying, concentrated strikes, the view became completely unobstructed.
Forget the remnants of buildings and ruins; even finding a slightly large mound of dirt was difficult. With the bombardment from the main battle tank armor clusters serving as the guide, and long-range fire support assisting from the rear, the former Senate of Holy Terra was utterly reduced to scorched earth by the relentless, no-holds-barred bombing.
The ground was visibly charred black, and the concentration of gunpowder in the air was almost pungent.
The scorching high temperature evaporated the air, creating massive amounts of thick smoke and white mist, mixed with the dust kicked up by the shells, resembling a hellscape.
Tzeentch's daemon Legion also attempted to counterattack.
The problem was that the location where they were summoned, from a professional military perspective, was wide open on all sides, completely devoid of cover.
Initially, the heavy armor belonging to the daemons attempted to trade fire, but immediately after penetrating a few tanks, it was subjected to comprehensive, omnidirectional, tenfold firepower coverage. Heavy armor-piercing rounds were poured onto it as if they were free.
In just a few seconds, the heavy armored unit was destroyed, turning into a mass of burning scrap metal and biomass.
Frederick Taylor himself received special attention.
Countless shells from the distant rocket Force, mortars, and other units were enough to overwhelm him.
Clearly, the goal was to kill him in a single wave.
Frederick Taylor's expression was utterly grim, geometric spirals flashing within his third pupil.
He didn't understand why... the Asia-Pacific Group Army would cross the entire Pacific Ocean and appear in the North American Region.
Moreover, from the speed of the army's assembly to the scale of the entire legion and army group, spanning ground tank armor clusters, fire support clusters, and air formations, everything seemed as if... the Asia-Pacific Group Army had known the outcome in advance and had meticulously prepared specifically to deal with this war!
But soon, this slight doubt was suppressed by him.
Even if there was an "Asia-Pacific Group Army," what difference would it make?
He is the Chosen of the Lord of Change. As Tzeentch, one of the Four Chaos Gods, how could his daemon Legion be so easily defeated by a mere human Group Army?
Suddenly, Luo Ji, who had fled to the edge of the battlefield, felt a surge in his heart. Intense anxiety and fear coiled in his mind.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the deepest part of the battlefield, which was shrouded in artillery fire.
And now, his worry... had indeed become reality!
The daemons incinerated by the main battle tanks, combined with the atmosphere warped by the high-temperature heatwave, presented a sight that shook the mind!
The dense artillery shells, tracing parabolas, were seemingly "frozen" in mid-air.
Then, these shells seemed to be dragged by some force, plunging into a blue halo resembling an aurora, and completely vanishing.
Frederick Taylor, in his blasphemous and twisted form, stood erect in a bizarre "airspace."
In that area, space itself seemed to transform into a canvas, arbitrarily kneaded by an invisible giant hand. From the wrinkled, twisted, and torn edges of the "canvas," nauseating and constantly shifting light seeped out like a subterranean eruption.
"Warning! Unknown high-energy reaction ahead!"
"What... what is this thing?!"
Chaotic static immediately appeared in the channel.
Soon, the control systems of several fighter jets were affected by the daemon's Sorcery, causing them to lose control, circle, and fall from the sky.
What was even more terrifying was that Frederick Taylor merely waved the scepter made of bone and crystal in his hand, and the Chaos Evil Sorcery he used was immediately projected onto the screen of reality.
Blasphemous runes flew out from the Crystal Bone Scepter. Following his sharp chanting, which sounded like glass shards scraping, the structure of reality was completely overturned!
The previously flat terrain immediately turned into scorching quicksand, swallowing up main battle tanks one by one.
The armored Group Army attempting to flank them also encountered extremely bizarre phenomena that defied physics: shells fired from their own barrels strangely attacked them from behind their own lines, causing widespread friendly fire.
Even the remaining fighter jet formations in the sky encountered situations that shattered their understanding.
The law of gravity in one area was temporarily reversed. This caused the fighter jets' gyroscopes and balance control systems to fail completely, and shells and aircraft flew wildly within this zone as if weightless, eventually plunging to their doom.
Looking at the Group Army that had completely descended into chaos, Frederick Taylor let out a malicious laugh, wantonly mocking humanity's incompetence.
He waved the Bone Crystal Scepter again, and the physical laws and rules of reality across the entire battlefield were once more arbitrarily manipulated and twisted by him!
Inverted gravity, overlapping Mirror Spaces, shifting and warping terrain... all known human knowledge and laws became mere playthings before him, and humanity's counterattack seemed even more like a joke.
"We must kill him!"
Luo Ji, also a psyker, instantly understood the crux of the situation.
All the daemons, the twisted phenomena, and the inverted physical rules originated from Frederick Taylor, this psykers of Tzeentch!
He immediately used psyker Communication to inform all the soldiers on the battlefield of his discovery.
"Concentrate fire, eliminate the psykers!"
"Command! High-priority target unit detected, suspected core of the regional anomaly!"
"Requesting Saturation fire Strike! Repeat, requesting Saturation fire Strike!"
"Coordinates XXX, XXX! Repeat, Coordinates XXX, XXX!"
"Command acknowledged!"
"All units, prioritize locking onto the core of the anomaly. Execute saturation fire coverage based on the coordinates!"
The command chain of the Group Army chose to trust him without hesitation.
Instantly, all main battle tanks still on the field, fighter jets that had briefly escaped the pursuit of strange creatures, even the distant rocket artillery units, and the docked naval fleet, all pointed their weapons at Frederick Taylor!
Shells, missiles, and Rockets poured down like a sudden storm upon this warped airspace!
However, Frederick Taylor seemed to have anticipated this. A look of mockery appeared on his face. Facing the sky-darkening Saturation fire Strike, he slammed his Bone Crystal Staff down, and a psyker Barrier composed of countless rotating, geometrically flashing shapes instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!
But the result caused everyone's heart to sink to the bottom!
The overwhelming physical shells, upon contacting the Sorcery Barrier, were either broken down into elementary particles,
had their trajectory deflected, or were even transformed into a flock of strange, multicolored birds that flew away!
Humanity's proud industrial pinnacle seemed so ridiculous and powerless under Tzeentch's Sorcery!
This density of saturation attack couldn't even scratch him?
A look of derision flashed across Frederick Taylor's bird-beak-like face, and he let out a cold, mocking snort.
"Is that all?" His gaze pierced through the smoke and dust and landed on Luo Ji.
"Is this your and humanity's counterattack? Too weak... you fundamentally do not understand how powerful the forces I command truly are!"