bookpower Chapter 591: Desperate Battle, The Miracle of the Battle Sisters
Chapter 591: Desperate Battle, The Miracle of the Battle Sisters
"Report! All Titan machine spirits' response levels have dropped to the minimum!" The tech-priest's terrified electronic voice came through the communication channel.
"This isn't an ordinary silence field; it's some kind of... poison targeted at machine spirits!"
"It's affecting us too. I feel my brain getting heavy, and I hear countless voices whispering in my ears," Stark said.
As a superhuman, a naturally born Primarch, he could clearly sense a malicious energy eroding his body. However, a Primarch's physique far exceeded ordinary imagination.
To him, these whispers were just faint murmurs, having no real effect.
But for ordinary soldiers, the situation was completely different—these whispering voices were fatal to them!
An invisible pressure permeated the human army.
At this moment, not only mortals were affected; even some Space Marines felt their bodies growing heavy.
Their consciousness began to hear faint whispers—a field that completely suppressed all intelligent life.
The mortals on this Imperial world fared even worse. Some elderly, women, and children were instantly driven mad by this force, turning into zombie-like creatures!
"Brothers, reform the formation! Hold the line and wait for reinforcements!" A Space Marine struggled to stand, but the effects of the Necron death field made his muscles feel as heavy as if filled with mercury.
He watched helplessly as a Battle Sister was simultaneously pierced by three Gauss flayers, blood spraying from the seams of her power armor.
"For... the Emperor," the Sister detonated the melta bomb at her waist before dying, perishing with the surrounding Necrons.
"No—!"
Countless Space Marines, mortal soldiers, and Battle Sisters were slaughtered by the Necrons.
Stark's roar exploded across the battlefield, his eyes bloodshot with rage. The Primarch's bellow even briefly overpowered the low growl of the Necron death field.
But even so, the situation on the battlefield was rapidly deteriorating—
The Space Marines' movements became sluggish, their neural reactions suppressed. Gauss rays that they could have easily dodged now pierced their power armor.
The Battle Sisters' frost powers were greatly weakened; their prayers became intermittent in the death field, unable to summon chilling storms strong enough to freeze the Necrons.
The mortal auxiliary troops fell in droves, their wills crushed. Many knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and crying, while some even began firing indiscriminately at their comrades—their minds had collapsed.
The King Joe Titans were completely paralyzed, their machine spirits silent. The steel giants became scrap metal on the battlefield, gradually dismembered by the Necrons' Gauss weapons.
The Necrons' Monolith constructs reactivated, trampling through the human lines with heavy steps.
An Ultra Knight tried to block one, but was directly hit by the construct's antimatter cannon, turning both pilot and mech into a dazzling fireball.
"Retreat! All units retreat to the second defensive line!" Stark finally realized the severity of the situation. He activated his communicator to call the orbital fleet for help. "We need orbital bombardment! Naval forces, execute the order immediately! And send an Astropath communication requesting support from other Imperial forces."
At this point, they could only hope that the naval forces in orbit above the planet could provide support—they shouldn't be affected by this terrifying field!
But the communication channel only emitted harsh static—the Necron death field had even blocked subspace communications. This terrifying Necron barrier was extremely powerful, sealing off the entire star system.
Stark and the others had no idea that, at this moment, they couldn't send any messages to the Imperium. No one else would receive any signals; all subspace activity in the region was blocked.
The Necron Overlord Kazakh watched the retreating human army with satisfaction: "Activate the Harvest Protocol. I want these humans' skulls hung beneath my tomb!"
The human army resisted desperately.
The last mobile soldier crawled out of the trench, his left arm missing.
"Come on, you tin bastards!"
The moment a Gauss ray pierced his chest, this nameless soldier pulled the pins on all the grenades at his waist.
The explosion flipped three Necron Warriors, one of their metal heads rolling right to the edge of the trench. Killing ordinary Necron soldiers meant nothing to the Necrons.
Their tomb worlds could soon activate resurrection protocols; low-level soldiers were just expendable consumables.
There were heroic mortals fighting bravely, but also those who had completely lost their will to fight.
"We're done for."
"There's no hope. We're all going to die, all dead!"
Countless mortal soldiers knelt in agony, blood seeping from their eye sockets.
"Emperor protect!" A blood-soaked Battle Sister suddenly raised her power sword high. Her white hair danced wildly in the windless air, and her eyes burst with dazzling golden light. The suppressed frost power suddenly surged, and an extreme cold psychic storm erupted with her at the center!
"Sisters! Pray!" she roared, her voice carrying an inhuman echo. "Let His light pierce this darkness!"
"Emperor protect!" The Battle Sister Superior's roar pierced the despair on the battlefield. Her blood-stained white hair rose like a banner, and the frost runes on her power sword suddenly emitted blinding golden light.
The psychic energies suppressed by the Necron death field erupted like a volcano.
"Pray! Pray, sisters!" The other Battle Sisters chorused in response.
Golden auras seeped from the seams of their armor, and their damaged respirators exhaled not blood foam, but ice crystals with a holy essence.
Stark saw the front-line Sisters suddenly accelerate, moving so fast they left afterimages on his retinas.
Their power swords burned with golden flames; one slash cleaved through a Necron Warrior's quantum shield, and the second severed the metal skeleton in two.
"For the Emperor!" A Sister leaped over ten meters high, her power sword piercing a Necron Destroyer's core.
In the exploding flames, people saw her become a burning humanoid silhouette, still holding her sword pose. Countless Battle Sisters' bodies lit up with golden light.
These most devout Battle Sisters of the Emperor and the Imperium, on this battlefield where psychic powers were sealed, suddenly unleashed psychic might.
If it were the power inherited from their genet-mother, the Cosmic beasts, it might be understandable. But what they wielded now was the Emperor's golden psychic energy.
Under the illumination of the Emperor's golden mausoleum, countless collapsing mortal soldiers suddenly recovered. At this moment, the Battle Sisters became the only hope on the battlefield.
But this holy counterattack soon faced Necron countermeasures. The green light in Overlord Kazakh's eye sockets surged: "Activate the Human Purge War Protocol!"
The ground suddenly cracked open, dozens of blackstone obelisks bursting forth. These artifacts inscribed with Necron runes formed a new suppression field, causing the golden light on the Sisters to flicker unsteadily.
Yet it still shone, illuminating the battlefield.
"Keep advancing! For the Emperor, for the great genet-mother Lady Elena!" The Battle Sister Superior cleaved the obelisk before her with one sword, but blackstone shards gashed a deep wound on her face, exposing bone. "Even if the light extinguishes—"
Her words were interrupted by Gauss rays; three beams struck her chest simultaneously, melting bowl-sized holes in her power armor.
The Superior staggered to one knee but propped herself up with her sword, refusing to fall.
"—we pave the way with flesh and blood! Life is the Imperium's currency."
The Space Marines seized the opportunity to reform their lines. Stark saw a company captain leading the remaining warriors in a wedge formation, smashing blackstone obelisks with power fists to clear paths for the Sisters.
"For the genetic father!" A young Space Marine shouldered into a Necron construct's cannon muzzle, stuffing a melta bomb into the barrel before his body was vaporized by Gauss rays.
The mortal auxiliary troops picked up their weapons again. They might lack psychic enhancements, the Sisters' willpower, or the Space Marines' mighty physiques and power armor.
But at this moment, everyone fought like rabid beasts. A soldier with only his upper body bit open a grenade pin with his teeth, while a blind gunner adjusted his cannon barrel by memory.
A bizarre balance formed in the battlefield's center, where the Sisters' psychic storms clashed with the Necrons' blackstone fields, metal and flesh slaughtering each other at the boundary.
For every meter humans advanced, they paid with piles of corpses; for every step the Necrons retreated, they lost countless living metal units.
Overlord Kazakh stood on the wreckage of a tomb spider, his metal fingers digging deep into the living metal of his palm.
His data core constantly refreshed battle damage reports—these humans, who should have been expendable test subjects, were now exacting an unbearable cost from the Necron legions.
How had these damned humans broken through the barrier's seal? The Necron barrier should have locked down all intelligent life wills, turning them into emotionless walking corpses.
"Overlord! Message from the tomb world!" The tomb technician's mechanical voice carried rare urgency. "Our energy reserves are already—"
Activating the Necron barrier and fighting the humans at full force had even depleted their living metal stockpiles.
These humans were like monsters; their combat awareness was too strong.
"Shut up!" The Overlord smashed the technician's skull with his staff. "Continue the assault! Activate the most advanced Necron constructs."
On the other end of the battlefield, after slaying countless Necrons, Stark's power sword finally snapped.
Throwing away the hilt, he tore open the throat of the Necron Warrior before him with his bare finger bones. The Primarch's superhuman physique far exceeded the Necrons' imagination.
"Do you see? Damned Necrons," he roared at the sky, as if declaring to some distant entity. "This is humanity!"
The sky of the death field began to distort, Cosmic beast power surging forth. Fine cracks appeared on the blackstone obelisks' surfaces as two opposing forces clashed intensely.
No one retreated, no one surrendered.
On this cursed battlefield, the slaughter of metal and flesh would continue until the last moment. Humanity would not yield an inch.
The Battle Sisters' golden psychic energy waxed and waned like candle flames in a storm.
Whenever the light dimmed, swathes of mortal auxiliary troops knelt, losing their sanity and becoming indiscriminate zombie monsters.
But when the golden light reignited, these soldiers struggled to their feet, picking up weapons with trembling hands.
"Hold the formation!" Stark punched through a Necron Warrior's chest, crushing its still-pulsing Gauss core.
"Father, we fight to the death, for glory," a Space Marine following Stark roared.
His gene-enhanced organs were overworking, pumping adrenaline mixed with nano-repair agents throughout his body. His pupils were dilated to the limit, blood-red blind spots appearing at the edges of his vision.
The human army launched a death charge, without tactics or formation, only the most primal killing instinct. The path was paved with severed limbs and wreckage.
Stark witnessed a shocking scene—at this moment, he truly understood how valiant his gene-sons were.
Overlord Kazakh personally led his Praetorian legion forward.
These all-green Necron lord guards were equipped with the most advanced phase weapons, each attack piercing power armor directly.
A Space Marine's chest plate remained intact, but his internal organs were pulverized into paste.
The Necrons deployed another secret weapon: massive Necron constructs appeared on the battlefield, and the tide began to turn.s had no reinforcements, while the Necrons were endless.
At this critical moment, a earth-shaking roar suddenly came from the battlefield's edge, so familiar that Stark and Sterne both widened their eyes—
"Roar!!!"
A massive figure wreathed in ice-fire wings descended from the sky, its greatsword cleaving the front three massive Monolith constructs in half!
"It's Father!" The two brothers exclaimed in unison.
The arrival was none other than Rhodes, and the greatsword in his hand was naturally formed from Cosmic beast energy.
A terrifying ice storm instantly swept the entire battlefield, with a frozen giant leopard roaring.
A lithe woman also appeared beside Rhodes—it was Elena.
"And Mother, Mother has come too."
"Don't worry, my children. Stay calm and fight. We're here to help," Rhodes and Elena said with smiles.
"It's the genet-mother, the great genet-mother has arrived." The Battle Sisters, modified with Elena's gene-seed, immediately grew excited.
"Steel Breaking Fist!" Rhodes directly used his ultimate move.
Rhodes's power carved a golden-red streak across the battlefield, combining Gomora's flame power with the cosmic great buffalo's strength to unleash the incredibly powerful Steel Breaking Fist.
A vortex of destruction engulfed dozens of Necron constructs.
A massive crimson bull head rampaged through the battlefield, destroying all Necron units in its path.