Emperor-level Titan

Chapter 168 Emperor-level Titan

Anne stared in astonishment at the spatial anchor in mid-air and asked, "Executor, isn't this—a spatial anchor?"

Fang Yun smiled slightly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable determination: "My super intelligence tells me it's time to use the super weapon."

Fang Yun understood Annie's hesitation. Activating the super weapon was a judgment on all life on this planet, something not everyone could accept calmly.

The Space Anchor is the core lifeline of the Human Alliance's foothold in Warhammer.

Relying on the cross-dimensional channel built by the space anchor, the Human Alliance has activated the trans-space repeater array, completely breaking free from the constraints of subspace and enabling the risk-free transport of all strategic materials, military equipment, and living resources.

Just as Terra was engulfed in war, famine was spreading among the lower classes, and countless civilians were struggling in poverty and riots, a piece of intelligence that could shake the entire Saint Terra reached the highest levels of the empire with lightning speed:

The Human Alliance used a trans-galaxy relay to transport large quantities of food and supplies across galaxies, precisely delivering them to the hardest-hit areas of the Terra famine, stabilizing the livelihoods of people in some regions and saving a large number of dying mortals.

Those drones fly at high speeds and deliver their payloads at precise locations.

The common people cheered for the name of the People's Union.

This incident completely shattered the psychological bottom line of the Imperial High Lords.

For the high-ranking officials of the four great empires—the Mechanicus, the Ministry of the Interior, the Inquisition, and the State Religion—famine, poverty, and suffering were actually factors that brought stability.

But now, the outside human alliance has actually solved Terra's famine and suffering.

This means that SUPP is losing the hearts and minds of the people in Terra.

This means that the mortals of the Holy City have witnessed firsthand that outsiders can provide survival, while the corrupt empire can only bring suffering.

Once the hearts and minds of the people shift, their millennia-old rule, religious indoctrination, and class order will collapse from the very roots.

The situation had completely spiraled out of control, plunging the empire's leadership into extreme panic and rage.

On the space battlefield, the Human Alliance, the Caul faction, and the two Primarchs have formed an alliance, possessing complete legal principles and elite military forces, enough to fight to the death and stalemate with the old-established Mechanicus.

Now, with the added fatal variable of shifting public opinion, the imperial leadership can no longer sit still.

All the high lords gathered at the central council to discuss matters, their faces ashen.

"The Mechanicus can still break away from the Empire to protect itself, but we are rooted in the heart of Terra, with no way to retreat!"

The Mechanicus initially joined the Empire as an ally, but the connection has only deepened over time. This does not mean that the Mechanicus cannot secede from the Empire on its own.

"The UN peacekeeping force not only stationed troops in Terra and interfered in the internal affairs of the Holy Land, but now it's even arbitrarily providing relief to ordinary people!"

"They are buying people's hearts and minds and eroding our foundation! If this continues, the entire Terra will completely side with the SUPP!"

Just when all the high lords were filled with fear and anxiety and were at a loss, the high-ranking official from the Ministry of the Interior, who was usually silent and low-key and rarely offered suggestions, finally stepped forward at the right time.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a barely perceptible wisp of purplish-black subspace flame lurked in the depths of his eyes.

He presented a grand-sounding plan to the assembled high lords: "My lords, things have come to this point, there's no turning back, we must take a desperate gamble!"

The high-ranking official in the Ministry of the Interior looked at his subordinate and asked, "Do you have a plan?"

The senior internal affairs official said with a veiled smile, "First, under the pretext of 'purging the court of corrupt officials,' expel all foreign forces that interfere in Terran politics and undermine the Empire's rule."

"Second, we will use our trump card to eliminate the Iron Men and completely destroy all the Human Union's mechanical humanoid legions that have violated the ancient laws and forbidden evils of the Empire."

"Imperial laws explicitly prohibit all Iron Man intelligent machines, and the Human Alliance's mechanical humanoids are forbidden creations."

"Third, shoot down that device, cut off all supply, food, and reinforcement channels for the UN, and eliminate its means of winning over the people."

This plan perfectly aligns with the demands of all the high-ranking officials, is justified, politically correct, and completely stands on the orthodox position of many high lords.

Blinded by panic, the high lords were completely unaware of the conspiracy and immediately reached a consensus and nodded in approval.

"We need weapons that are more powerful than those of the UN."

"We have it, gentlemen! We do!" a senior Home Affairs official proactively reminded them.

His words alerted the high lords.

They naturally knew what he was talking about.

Emperor-class Titan!

"Those Iron Men are incredibly strong. Even the Primarchs can't handle them..."

"What are the consequences of defeat, my esteemed high lords?"

The enticing words completely destroyed their reason.

In order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers in one fell swoop, the four major factions brazenly overstepped their authority and ignored the control of the highest power in the empire, deciding to use the ultimate trump card, the Emperor-class Titan, which had been kept in private for thousands of years and had never been recorded in the military archives!

Their initial intentions were undeniably "righteous": in the name of suppressing the rebellion in the Holy Land, they aimed to eliminate the Iron Man, expel foreign invaders, stabilize public morale, and defend the country.

Terra's sovereignty.

They never imagined that this righteous plan to quell the rebellion, which they themselves approved, had already fallen into a trap woven by the followers of Tzeentch from the very moment they offered their advice.

The senior Home Affairs official who offered the advice was a follower of Tzeentch.

This believer thereby gained full control over the Titans, and under the guise of legitimate military operations, secretly tampered with the core Titan souls, injected them with warp chaos data streams, and corrupted these Imperial ultimate war machines.

Of course, it's not visible on the surface.

The five imperial-level Titans, sealed underground for thousands of years, slowly awaken.

The towering metal behemoth shook off the accumulated dust, obscuring the sky above Terra.

The once pristine and orderly mechanical armor now appeared somewhat strange; if it were in the subspace, one could see the subspace's ghostly miasma surging and churning.

The strongest war beast on land, which should have been loyal to the emperor and guarded the sacred land, has quietly fallen into madness and become a victim of the destructive will of the god of trickery.

Crimson lock-on, red light sweeps across the entire Terran land.

The devastating plasma cannon and the annihilation molten cannon roared into action!

A raging, destructive wave of fire engulfed the streets, shattered city walls, and overturned neighborhoods.

The Human Alliance's mechanical humanoid array, the Guilliman Astartes Legion rushing to the battlefield, the Imperial regular garrison, the private armies of the four major factions, rioters, and innocent civilians were all included in the indiscriminate destruction.

Under the guise of "eliminating the Iron Men and eradicating foreign invaders," the Titans actually carried out the complete destruction of Terra.

While seemingly attacking the Human Alliance's mechanized forces, they were actually using the guise of war to bombard the core area and administrative center of the Holy City.

Military fortresses and ancient sacred sites.

The entire Holy Terra was instantly plunged into a bizarre, all-encompassing melee.

While dodging the Chaos's firepower, the Human Alliance's mechanical legions launched a full-scale counterattack against the out-of-control Titans, attempting to halt the destruction and protect the civilian area.

Guilliman personally led the Astartes' elite forces in a desperate battle to stop them, attempting to suppress these out-of-control behemoths and preserve the foundation of the Holy City;

The imperial factions' armies were fighting independently and in disarray.

Street riots and apocalyptic gunfire intertwined, the holy city crumbled and was engulfed in flames.

The high lords did not notice anything amiss.

I just thought it was a necessary sacrifice.

"The empire has no sacrifices too great to be accepted."

Guilliman's azure eyes were filled with chilling frost and boundless rage.

"What are they doing?!"

"idiot!!!"

"Why would there be an Emperor-level Titan on Hallowed Terra?!"

Guilliman was furious.

Those high-ranking officials of the empire are idiots.

How many more traps have they dug for him to fall into?

He's now eating feces and jumping into pits at the same time. If it weren't for his mother's guidance when he was young, he would have broken down long ago.

Imperial-class Titans have appeared on Terra, but they are not listed in the military register.

This is equivalent to the capital of an empire having the most powerful military force in the hands of a minister.

Disloyalty!

Absolutely disloyal!

Let alone unregistered Titans, even registered Titans are not allowed to appear on Terra during peacetime.

When this weapon appears on Terra, will it obey the Primarchs or the Titans?

Their possession of an Emperor-level Titan ultimately became the apocalyptic catastrophe that buried the holy capital of the human empire.

Even a cyborg with the strength of a company commander couldn't defeat an Emperor-class Titan using sheer numbers.

This kind of warfare equipment cannot be dealt with by simple human wave tactics.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat!"

As Terra descended into chaos, the Khorne followers, who had not been completely eradicated, reappeared.

Tens of millions of Khorne demons have only been suppressed and are still in the process of being eradicated.

Because of the High Lord's actions, they all jumped out immediately.

Just as the entire continent of Terra was engulfed in chaos and destruction, and all factions were tightly bound by the Chaos Titans' raging barrage of fire, a corner outside the battlefield, which had maintained the last vestige of peace, was finally shattered.

Angron, who had been trapped in Bloodrage for millennia and enslaved and tormented by Chaos, had long since broken free from the shackles of the warp, severed the Bloodrage curse that branded his soul, and completely escaped all the corruption and control of Chaos.

Now, he is clear-headed and calm, completely free from chaos, from the factional strife of the Empire, and from all the grudges and killings between the Primarchs.

He had completely rejected war, killing, and hatred.

In the days leading up to the catastrophe, Angron chose to remain in the ravaged Saint Terra, quietly restoring the land in exchange for peace.

He laid down his bloodthirsty blade, relinquished the glory and sorrow of the Primarch, and led the surviving civilians of Terra to clean up the war-torn ruins.

Repairing damaged streets, rebuilding houses, and burying unidentified corpses.

He was no longer the fearsome Crimson Butcher. While everyone else was vying for power and fighting endlessly, he alone was quietly healing Terra's millennia-old wounds.

A young boy who followed him was also by his side.

The boy is a survivor under the corrupt rule of the empire, and has experienced the hardships of famine, riots, and displacement.

But deep in his heart lay a pure and burning obsession—he wanted to see the Empire change, to see Terra no longer bleed, and to see mortals no longer bound by suffering and shackles.

He followed Angron day after day, mending ruins, comforting children, and helping the weak, naively believing that as long as he persisted in repairing and protecting, Terra would one day return to peace and the empire would undergo change.

But the treacherous plot crushed this humble yet burning ideal.

The rampaging Titans unleashed devastating firepower, sweeping across the area and unleashing a violent shockwave of chaotic energy that engulfed the newly repaired civilian district.

The shockwave from the explosion tore through the streets and overturned houses, and flames instantly engulfed the crowds who couldn't evacuate in time.

As the billowing smoke slowly settled, amidst the charred ruins, Angron felt his body stiff and cold.

The boy's body was already burned and on the verge of death by the aftershocks of the chaotic cannon fire, leaving him with only a faint consciousness.

The iron bracelet he crafted himself, the one he entrusted with his life's only wish, still gleamed coldly and desolately on his wrist bone amidst the deathly silence of the smoke of battle.

At that moment, the last vestige of peace in Angron's heart completely collapsed.

"My lord, I... I think I'm going to die."

"What a pity, clearly, clearly wanted to change the empire..."

A fiery, soul-stirring flame, representing regret, burned before Angron.

As the Primarch with top-tier psionic perception, his spiritual vision penetrated the sea of ​​fire and illusion, discerning the essence of everything.

"Chaos...the master of all changes!"

He clearly sensed that within the bodies of the five Emperor-level Titans, thick, distorted warp filth churned, harboring a treacherous, cunning, and insane chaotic will.

The souls of the dead are becoming nourishment for these Titans.

These ultimate divine machines, which were supposed to protect the empire, have long since been completely transformed into chaotic executioners.

What chilled him to the bone was that it wasn't external enemies that destroyed Terra, but the corrupt imperial leadership and the chaotic, distorted system that personally destroyed all new hope.

The chaotic hybrids not only corrupted the divine machines, but also distorted the Empire's original justice, order, and aspirations.

The empire is no longer a bulwark protecting humanity; instead, it has become a breeding ground for chaos to manipulate people's hearts and slaughter all living beings.

The young man yearned for change in the empire and for peace and stability for all people, but this pure wish ultimately led to such a tragic end.

Angron finally realized the truth.

Some believers, hidden underground, under the influence of the Ministry of the Interior and the state religion, became members of the empire's legitimate army, but in reality, they were carrying out massacres of civilians.

Their target is the hunger-stricken areas that are receiving aid from the UNHCR.

"Is that... the Primarch?"

"The Emperor has not abandoned us yet..."

Guilliman led the Astartes Army onto the battlefield.

Face off against an Emperor-class Titan.

"My lord, run away quickly..."

Seeing the approaching army, Angron stood up.

A powerful psychic storm swept across hundreds of meters.

The charging army collapsed under the influence of Angron's psionic powers.

This is his psychic nature.

After removing the Butcher's Nail and gaining his freedom, his psychic talent, dormant for millennia, erupted.

"I've been running away..."

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"But now, I don't want to run away anymore."

Simply yielding, atoning, enduring, and passively protecting cannot save Terra, much less save a woman already terminally ill.

An empire deeply twisted by chaos.

The empire must change.

The blasphemy of chaos must end.

The innocent sacrifices of countless ordinary people must be met with justice.

At this moment, Angron, who had completely broken free from chaos, rekindled his fighting spirit for the dying boy, for his shattered ideals, and for the trampled people of Terra.

He was determined to join the war, to shatter the treacherous chessboard, to break the blasphemous chaos, and to personally sever the twisted shackles that had bound the empire for millennia.

His participation in the war attracted a lot of attention.

This includes Guilliman, and Anne, who hasn't returned to space yet.

But at this moment, Angron was naked and without armor.

But thousands upon thousands of demons fell before him.

After breaking free from the chaos, he abandoned all his bloodthirsty weapons and old killing gear. Without the Primarch's exclusive power armor and shield defense, he was no match for the increasingly chaotic Emperor-class Titan with only his extraordinary Primarch body.

High in the sky, Anne witnessed the boy's sacrifice and Anglon's grief and resolve.

She clearly understood Angron's desire to protect and his wish for change, without the slightest hesitation.

Or rather, this is what Anglon made her understand.

Annie immediately unlocked the highest level of the Human Alliance's authority and issued an authorization order remotely: allowing Angron to temporarily wear the Human Alliance's high-level standard power armor and fully support the defense of Terra.

In an instant, a pure white, transdimensional stream of light from a transdimensional anchor pierced through the sea of ​​fire, and a humanoid powered battle armor of exquisite craftsmanship, completely isolated from chaos and far exceeding the limits of Imperial technology, landed steadily in front of Angron, its armor plates unfolding, ready to be donned.

No need for negotiation.

This is the Primitive being, whose essence in the subspace is capable of sensing the inner emotions of all living beings.

Angron looked at Annie: "Go ahead, leave this to me."

"End all of this."

The Crimson Butcher, once enslaved by chaos, now stands for the common people, fights for change, and takes up his blade to fight for the original aspiration of peace.

The lucid Primarch, clad in the Holy Armor of the Human Alliance, rises against the flames of world destruction.

The very thing that abhorred most—war—has once again taken up arms.

"Come, let's fight!"

"Your Majesty, I have won again."

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