Marsh Port was burned to ruins.
Human forces began to land, setting up defensive shields to block potential long-range attacks from the enemy.
Astra Militarum soldiers, armed to the teeth and assisted by drones, moved through the ruins.
They opened fire to annihilate any Drukhari / Dark Aeldari still alive, while the human slaves who had been captured and brought to Commorragh were taken back to the camp for later resettlement.
A Drukhari / Dark Aeldari squad of over a dozen members fled frantically through the ruins and encountered a human search party.
Conflict immediately erupted between the two sides.
In the past, a few Drukhari / Dark Aeldari warriors could easily slaughter an entire human squad.
Because the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were too fast, humans wearing carapace armor and carrying laser rifles would be rushed by the enemy into their ranks and massacred before they could fire many shots.
After Alex initiated reforms, this situation was reversed.
Today's Astra Militarum are like smaller Astartes.
They wear thick power armor, assisted by the Thinker System and drones.
The shoulder cannons and weapons on the armed drones can automatically lock onto and fire at the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
After a fierce battle, at the cost of one dead and one injured, the human squad successfully annihilated the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari squad.
For the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari hiding in the shadows, who witnessed the entire battle, this was undoubtedly a signal of despair.
In the past, only the Astartes and elite Human Empire units could contend with the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari.
Now, an ordinary human squad can rely on advanced technology to fight them and achieve victory.
Given the scale of the Human Empire, Commorragh is undoubtedly doomed to fail.
At the landing zone, a large number of transport ships continuously took off and landed, transporting Imperial forces and building materials to the surface.
Members of the Adeptus Mechanicus quickly arranged for large construction machinery to begin work, building fortresses and firing points to further consolidate the occupied area.
At the forefront, the flames of war continued to burn.
After the Black Heart Kabal joined the battlefield, they quickly reorganized the routed Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, forming new units, and launched a counterattack against the humans.
The fearsome reputation of Archon Vect was etched into the hearts of the fleeing Drukhari / Dark Aeldari like a mind-imprint; no one dared to disobey his orders.
"I thought they would just keep retreating! I didn't expect them to be able to reorganize."
The Warmaster was somewhat surprised upon receiving the battlefield intelligence.
"What we've captured now is just the tip of the iceberg of Ghomorra's power; to truly win, we still have to fight a tough battle."
Tenjiro looked at the dense, towering spires in the distance and the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari leaping between their blades, frowning.
To completely defeat the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, at least half of Commorragh would have to be taken.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!" Wrist Bro shouted, "Let's offer Commorragh to the God-Emperor."
"Alright, stop talking nonsense, split into squads and fight!" The Warmaster shouted, "No matter what, Commorragh must be destroyed."
"We fight for the living, we fight for the dead."
The Players, led by the Emperor Niuma Battle Group, dispersed and launched attacks on valuable targets.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Giant horn blasts echoed across the battlefield.
Massive Imperial Titans stepped out of the transport ships with heavy strides and entered the battlefield.
They all carried huge cathedrals on their backs.
They were cumbersome and enormous, like the Titan giants of mythology.
Titans are the pinnacle of human war artistry; their sole purpose in creation is destruction.
Thermal melt cannons as large as buildings fired, and the scorching beams landed on the ground, triggering a series of explosions.
The spectacle was earth-shattering.
Many buildings collapsed or were melted by the intense heat.
Among these Titans, there was also a batch of mechs with a completely different style.
It was the Hammer and Sickle Warband, led by Little Fatty; they controlled their original Gundams and joined the battlefield.
The Viking mech was not suitable for this kind of siege warfare.
Although this mech was dual-purpose for air and ground and highly cost-effective, its firepower, agility, and defense were inferior to mechs specialized in ground combat.
Therefore, the Players of the Hammer and Sickle Warband did not use Viking fighters but instead controlled their original Gundams to join the battlefield.
Although the Warhammer Universe does not have Minovsky particles or Gundanium alloy, Dora Workshop, through reverse engineering Necrons technology and with the help of Cortana, still developed active alloy that could be used in mechs.
It was lightweight, highly ductile, and possessed self-repairing capabilities, thus the original Gundam came into being.
Of course, for now, the Gundam's combat power has not yet reached the level of leaping thousands of meters or directly jumping from the ground to smash orbital fleets.
The original Gundam is at most faster than similar types of Titans.
Using neuro-synaptic technology, Little Fatty and the original Gundam perfectly merged into one.
The mech, crafted from sturdy alloy, became an extension of his limbs at this moment.
His consciousness merged with the mechanical and electronic systems, allowing him to flawlessly perceive hundreds of mechanical devices within the mech until they perfectly integrated under his bodily control.
He could feel the electrical signals of the gyroscopes maintaining his balance, and the subtle adjustments of the joint pistons allowing him to stand steadily.
He could feel the weapon's energy storage modules drawing power, converting it into deadly beams.
All systems were running well, and the machine spirit was joyful for the impending battle.
Little Fatty could also see his consciousness splitting into multiple layers within the mech's data sea, with different functional intelligences separated by data manifolds to better handle various situations.
Mechanical vision replaced his eyes, allowing him to observe the surrounding world through the mech's optical sensors and bird's-eye view instrument.
Little Fatty saw the auxiliary troops below him, wearing power armor, with drones hovering above them, buzzing.
The Players of the Hammer and Sickle Warband shared their data, making them a single entity.
"For the glory of the Lord of Myriad Machines."
"For the glory of the God-Emperor."
"Brothers, attack! Incinerate everything you see!"
Little Fatty's voice no longer came from his lips but through the mech's loudspeaker.
"For the God-Emperor!"
"For the bean and for the canyon!"
The Players also cheered excitedly.
With the addition of the Titan legions and mech forces, the Human Empire's advantage became even more apparent.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari have always been known for their speed, and these past years they have been raiding, never participating in any large-scale battles.
Their tactics and weaponry are geared towards raiding, quick engagements, and close-quarters combat.
In such a frontal battlefield, they cannot use their past mobile tactics.
After all, Commorragh is right behind them; they can only endure the human offensive.
"Awaken our ancestors!"
Gruminael, the Haemonculi Master of the Black Heart Kabal, seeing the Human Empire's mech forces rampaging across the battlefield and slaughtering their troops, decisively issued the order.
Soon, the giant sculptures standing in Commorragh were awakened.
Their eyes emitted light, and their spirit-bone sculpted bodies surged with immense power.
The long blades in their hands were enveloped in a hazy glow, possessing an ancient artistic beauty.
These tall, slender war engines, like all Spirit Race creations, were built to be both beautiful and powerful, possessing an elegance and beauty rarely seen in human technology.
"Do the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari also have Titan units?"
Pigtail felt confused.
"It's reasonable for them to have Titans; it would be strange if they didn't," September Ninth said, "The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were formerly aristocrats of the ancient Spirit Race Empire, with a much higher status than the Craftworld Eldar, and they inherited more legacy."
September Ninth's words did not dispel Pigtail's confusion. "I just haven't seen any Drukhari / Dark Aeldari Titan miniatures."
Brother Pian also expressed his opinion, "The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari haven't fought any tough battles either; they're always just raiding. Why would they need Titan miniatures?"
"Even Spirit Race Titans are very cumbersome and require a lot of logistics."
"Taking them on raids would make it hard to escape; they might even get poorer from raiding because they can't afford to maintain them."
"Hahaha, that makes sense," Little Fatty deeply agreed.
Other Players in the Warband also started complaining.
"Games are games, official lore is official lore. Those GW guys don't know squat about Warhammer."
"Too true."
"By the way, GW's official team has been on vacation, I wonder when the eleventh edition will come out."
"Don't even think about it, GW has probably been conscripted."
"Although there are foreign Players, I haven't heard of GW being among them."
"Oh, right, it seems like during the eleventh batch, weren't there a few foreign big shots who also came in?! I heard that the guy who made the Astartes 1 animation also came in."
The Players discussed the Drukhari / Dark Aeldari Titan unit while firing at the Spirit Race Titan that had joined the battlefield.
Missiles and beams rained down on the Spirit Race Titan, but its shields blocked them, only stirring up ripples.
The Spirit Race Titan also launched an attack, with dense missiles shooting out from its back, trailing exhaust flames across the sky like scattered flowers from a heavenly maiden.
They all landed on the void shield of a Warlord-class Titan not far away, also stirring up ripples.
"Volcano Cannon," the captain of the attacked Warlord-class Titan decisively ordered a counterattack.
The firepower of a Warlord-class Titan was no joke.
It was many levels higher than the firepower of the first-generation Gundams controlled by the Players.
The shields that the Players couldn't penetrate, it could easily pierce.
The laser weapons mounted on the Warlord-class Titan's two arms fired, like two blazing photon scalpels.
They precisely pierced the Spirit Race Titan's chest, dissecting its body, and its shattered form spewed out boiling energy gas like fresh blood.
Boom!
The Spirit Race Titan exploded, and the terrifying explosion shook the battlefield.
The Human Empire's army cheered.
A beautiful kill.
Those Drukhari / Dark Aeldari must have been stunned.
They gave up the First Blood as soon as they came.
Unfortunately, not long after, an agile Spirit Race Titan severed the leg of a medium-sized Human Empire Titan.
Then, it pierced the cockpit with its long blade, completely destroying that Human Empire Titan.
Immediately after, there was an earth-shattering explosion.
The Spirit Race Titan that achieved the kill waved its blade towards the Human Empire's Titan cluster, signaling other Spirit Race Titans to attack.
"Defend the glory of our race."
A Spirit Race mech uttered ancient Spirit Race words.
The pilots within had been asleep for countless years, some even remnants of the ancient Spirit Race Empire.
They were born in the glorious era of the Spirit Race and were extremely proud of their Spirit Race identity.
Even though the Spirit Race Empire had fallen, they maintained a superior attitude, looking down on other races in the galaxy.
Now, as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw humans attacking Commorragh.
No matter how you look at it, daring to attack Commorragh was the Human Empire's fault.
As the saying goes, thunder and dew are all heavenly grace.
As the overlords of the galaxy, whatever they did was a blessing to those lower races.
"For the God Emperor, for the Lord of Myriad Machines."
The captains shouted slogans, piloting their Titans to meet the Spirit Race Titans.
Their hearts were filled with anger towards the Human Empire's enemies.
Loyal blood surged in their veins.
A Spirit Race Titan sprinted quickly, and as it approached a Human Empire Titan,
It bent down and, with the long blade in its hand covered in psionic radiance, severed the Human Empire Titan's joint.
Making it lose balance and fall, emitting a dull thud.
"Monkeys are just monkeys, they will never be able to--"
Before he could finish speaking, the fallen Human Empire Titan decisively opened fire, shattering the Spirit Race Titan's head.
"For the God Emperor."
The loyal captain still cheered joyfully before being engulfed by flames.
His duty was done, what was there to fear in death?
The Players of the Hammer and Sickle Warband were the sharpest blade.
If ranged weapons couldn't penetrate the enemy's shields, they would use close combat.
They held a heavy shield in one hand and a power spear or a power greatsword in the other.
Their back thrusters were fully engaged, and the immense thrust gave them a mobility that ordinary Titans lacked.
This scene left many Spirit Race Titans bewildered.
Why were these mechs different from those clumsy Titans?!
How could they be so fast?
Their ranged attacks were perfectly dodged by these mechs.
A few hits that did connect would also be blocked by the opponent's void shield and heavy shield.
"Combat mark, focus fire on target A02 first."
"September Ninth, pull back."
"Pigtail, go around to the back and fire with full power."
Little Fatty calmly and coolly gave orders.
Leading the Players of the Hammer and Sickle Warband to harvest the Spirit Race Titan units.
Their speed was faster than that of the Spirit Race Titans, and relying on this advantage, they could maneuver at extreme speed and cut down enemies caught in their encirclement.
The Drukhari / Dark Aeldari, after all, had once dominated the galaxy.
Even though they were now in decline, they still had their heritage and insight.
They quickly adjusted their tactics to deal with the first-generation Gundams, which were faster than them, while also having ground units provide them with support.
The two sides once again fell into a fierce war of attrition, fighting inextricably.
A Spirit Race Titan charged forward.
The long blade in its hand cleaved through the body of the first-generation Gundam controlled by September Ninth.
The sharp blade directly split the high-strength steel body into two, with the cut being scorching crimson and incredibly smooth, like a red-hot knife cutting through butter. The upper half crashed to the ground with a terrifying sound, sparks flew, and oil and plasma gas gushed out like blood.
"Old man Emperor, I'm coming to accompany you again."
Inside the cockpit, September Ninth, disconnected, slumped in the pilot's seat.
Dense red warning windows popped up. He touched one, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
His head and back were connected by dense neural cables.
It would take a lot of effort to undo them.
Plus, to improve combat power, his mech had abandoned most of its survival equipment.
Rather than scrambling for survival, he might as well have a smoke.
Anyway, in a few hours, he'd be a good man again.
He had just taken a puff when the explosion's flames engulfed September Ninth.
"Revenge."
Little Fatty shouted and controlled his mech to run.
He raised his power spear, covered in bright arcs, like an ancient knight, charging towards the Spirit Race mech that had killed September Ninth. Before that Spirit Race Titan could react, its body was pierced by the power spear.
The massive body disintegrated in the air, plummeting to the ground, causing a terrifying explosion.
"In the name of the God Emperor, grant destruction."
Little Fatty watched the Spirit Race Titan slowly fall, his roaring voice echoing across the battlefield through the loudspeakers, boosting the morale of the Human Empire forces.
Then, he locked onto a new target.
[Engine at maximum thrust]
As the prompt sounded, the first-generation Gundam piloted by Little Fatty attacked the target like a launched arrow.
Due to the excessive speed, astonishing white airwaves appeared in the air.
Clang!!
A terrifying weapon collision echoed across the battlefield.
Little Fatty's spear was parried by a Spirit Race Titan's long blade.
The two sides engaged in fierce combat, like two Titan gods.
The mere aftershocks destroyed a large number of buildings, turning towering spires into ruins.
Relying on their phantom-like speed, the Spirit Race Titans and Human Empire mechs fought to a standstill, with a casualty ratio reaching one to one. Ghomorra's high command fell into despair.
Because the Titans they had were not only few in number,
But also, due to lost technology,
They were very troublesome to build.
And the Human Empire's mechs were like they cost nothing.
As soon as one was destroyed, another would replace it a few hours later.
Even clones would take time to grow up.
The Human Empire's mechs seemed to drop from the sky, refreshing rapidly.
Even if they won this war, Commorragh would be severely weakened and would never be able to restore its former prosperity.
Meanwhile, the high command of the Human Empire couldn't hide their excitement when they saw such a casualty ratio.
Your Spirit Race Titans are falling every minute, while the God Chosen's mechs are endless.
After all, they are assembly-line products; besides the weapons and shields not being downgraded, everything else just meets the qualification line, offering extremely high cost-effectiveness.
They don't feel bad about using one and then discarding it.
And in a Webway path far from the battlefield,
Ahriman, the God Chosen of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, was hiding there, secretly observing the battle.
It had to be said, these God Chosen, chosen by the gods, indeed had their unique qualities.
Those Drukhari / Dark Aeldari were being utterly routed by them, on the verge of collapse.
At this rate, the fall of Commorragh was only a matter of time.
"This scale of slaughter is still not enough to please the gods. Let me add some spice for you.
Ahriman looked at Ghomorra.
This place might become an apocalyptic battlefield, offering a breathtaking melee to the gods, and if lucky, even the sacrifices they desire.