Dimensional Reduction Attack

Chapter 169 Dimensional Reduction Attack

"Angron, it's you!"

The gazes of the two Primarchs clashed.

Without needing to say a word, the two Primarchs, who had experienced betrayal and battle, stood side by side in Terra's desperate situation, once again on the same side.

The world only knows him as the "Healer" who redeemed everything, but no one knows his true identity: the demon prince Angron who once submitted to Khorne and succumbed to rebellion.

At this moment, on the main battlefield of Terra, five Imperial Titans, completely corrupted and out of control by Tzeentch, have locked down the entire battle line, forming an insurmountable steel barrier.

That was a true mountain-sized war behemoth.

Each Emperor-class Titan stands a hundred meters tall, its layers upon layers of super-heavy alloy armor impenetrable. Atop its head, a dome-like, thick ship-class void shield protrudes, and its onboard reactor roars, shaking the earth. Each salvo can wipe out an entire battlefield; dense close-in weaponry, macro-gun arrays, and Vengeance missiles weave an unbreakable net of deadly fire.

For the entire coalition's main force, which consists of mechanical humanoid legions controlled by players, breaking the deadlock is extremely difficult.

The thickness of the Titan's ship-class shields is beyond conventional military comprehension; even concentrated fire from the mechanical humanoids makes it difficult to penetrate the shield's surface.

Coupled with the Titan's dense, area-of-effect artillery suppression, the player army was simply unable to advance, break through, or even achieve anything.

Holding the line meant only passive defense, constantly being bombarded and suppressed by firepower, with casualties continuing to rise.

The defense line has been completely torn apart!

The player's mechanical humanoid legion, which was originally suppressed by the Titan's thick shields and dense artillery fire and could not make an inch, instantly seized the only breakthrough.

At the same time, fighter jet indicators light up in the vision of all players, and countless mechanical humanoid swarms charge forward, pressing forward across the entire front.

The breach torn open by the Primarch became the decisive breakthrough point for the entire battlefield.

The player army swarmed in, precisely targeting the Titan's exposed power lines, close-in defense arrays, and exposed hulls, continuously widening the breach and clearing out the surrounding Chaos minions, instantly turning a single-point breakthrough into a battlefield advantage across the entire front.

The seemingly unsolvable, overwhelming battle situation has been completely reversed.

"This is the Primarch's ability to break the deadlock!"

"No wonder we couldn't take down the Titans! Their shields and artillery fire are simply beyond the reach of conventional forces!"

"The Primarch breached the defenses, and we reaped the battlefield—this teamwork was absolutely brilliant!"

Players know better than anyone how outrageous the defenses of an Emperor-class Titan are and how suffocating its firepower is. Only Primarch-level combat power, combined with the Alliance's technologically superior armor that surpasses generations, can forcefully break through this level of war barrier.

Meanwhile, Guilliman, standing on the flank of the battlefield, watched the unstoppable, silver-white figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was absolutely certain that, in terms of individual raw power, he was definitely superior to Angron in his unarmored state. However, it was this high-tech battle armor from the Space Anchor Human Alliance that completely erased the difference in their strength, and even allowed Angron's battlefield dominance and breakthrough ability to surpass his own.

He looked at his own heavy, worn-out Imperial standard armor, whose performance had long since reached its limit, and felt an undisguised envy rising in his heart.

The empire's millennia-old mechanical theology was utterly crushed by the technological leap of the new civilization at this moment.

The Observer Sage of the Mechanicus, who was watching the battle, was already experiencing a huge uproar, and the data stream from his prosthetic eye was frantically reporting errors and becoming chaotic.

"What kind of power armor is that?!"

Angron's own Primarch combat power did not undergo a qualitative leap. What truly overwhelmed the battle and broke through the seemingly insurmountable defenses was the absolute technological advantage of the Human Alliance armor.

The same Primarch, clad in Imperial armor, could only be restrained and pulled, their movements restricted;

Once equipped with the Human Alliance's super-limited armor, it can break through shields at high speed, tear apart Titans, and breach the Empire's ultimate defense line.

"This equipment—either seize it completely, or destroy it on the spot!"

The four remaining Titans continued to unleash devastating, all-encompassing firepower, but the defensive line had been breached, and the suppressive force had significantly weakened. Although the Chaos Monsters and cultists continued to surge in like a tide, the Allied forces had stabilized their lines and completely escaped the previous collapse.

Everyone finally realized that there was no point in defending Terra's endgame; the real victory or defeat lay not on the surface, but beyond the stars.

"First, send the space anchor to Mars!"

Anne stopped dwelling on the mess in Terra and decisively ordered the fleet to set sail at full speed toward Mars.

Sending the space anchor to the designated orbital area is the core objective of the entire operation.

If this core device cannot be deployed, all the previous struggles, player sacrifices, and Primarch's bloody breakthroughs will be in vain, and the final victory will become meaningless.

Anne's movements were immediately detected by various forces.

Based on all the intelligence transmitted from the Terra battlefield, everyone concluded that the spatial anchor she carried contained immeasurable levels of power.

Because Angron's power armor comes from the Space Anchor.

The mechanical sages and command on Mars are on high alert.

In order to protect the Holy City and defend its heritage and absolute power, the Cult of the Machine God immediately issued a supreme mobilization order, gathering a massive army and warships to launch a full-scale attack on Annie and her group and seize the space anchor.

Celestine, accompanied by the twin saintesses, descended from the sky, her clear voice piercing through the raging flames of war: "Annie, I will assist you."

Anne nodded in response, her expression serious: "Please."

She clutched the space anchor, which shimmered with a faint light, tightly in her palm. This object was entrusted to her by the commander and carried both hope and the stakes of turning the tide.

Protected by Celestine's divine power, Annie's fleet broke through layers of obstacles and sped through the dark sea of ​​stars.

The massive fleet assembled by the Mechanicus transformed into an overwhelming tide of steel, relentlessly pursuing them across the cosmos.

The Divine Cult fleet relied on global beacons to lock onto the route, deploying defenses to block and intercept at the front, flanking and encircling from both sides, and pursuing closely from the rear. The three-layered blockade pressed forward step by step, with hundreds of giant warships, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands of meters in length, arranged in layers of formation. The main guns on the bows glowed crimson with charged energy, and the void shields expanded layer by layer, forming an impenetrable encirclement wall.

The Mechanicus were determined to succeed, and they poured most of their strength into Mars, vowing to completely capture Annie and the Space Anchor there.

With the encirclement fully formed and the barrage of artillery fire about to seal off all escape routes, the battle had reached its most dangerous critical point.

"Damn it, they've blocked our way." The Eldar High Priestess Everene was the navigator of the warship.

"Can we break out of their encirclement?" Anne asked.

"No, there are too many ships!"

"Even with the sub-light speed engine, we can't escape the encirclement."

"As long as we unleash a barrage of artillery fire, this entire area will be covered, and it will eventually be attacked!"

As a native of Warhammer, Evelynn was naturally aware of the current state of the war.

Dozens of warships are still operational, thanks to the Human Alliance's incredible system, there is still room for maneuver.

That is, the legendary thing that is theoretically possible.

But it's theoretically impossible right now.

Evelyn has already bet everything on the Human Alliance, so she's very anxious.

Just then, Xiao Xi's voice came through the space anchor's communication system.

"Are you in trouble?"

"Chief Engineer Xiaoxi, we've been stopped," Annie's voice was full of pleading.

Through the communication system of the space anchor, Xiaoxi saw Annie's predicament.

"There are quite a lot of them."

How many warships do we have?

"One?"

"You're playing pretty big games, no wonder you're a soldier trained by Uncle Yun."

Xiao Xi was complaining over there, clearly indicating that Fang Yun often did this kind of thing.

"Deploy the space anchor."

Xiaoxi, resting her chin on her hand, said, "It's barely enough for two uses. I originally wanted to save one chance."

"Oh well, if we've used it, we've used it."

Cyrusin hovered in space, towing a space anchor.

As the chosen one, she is free to move about in space.

The space anchor glimmered faintly in space.

Just then, Xiaoxi suddenly asked, "By the way, you guys don't want that patch of space up ahead, right?"

"What do you mean?"

What does it mean to avoid space?

Can we just strip away space and get rid of it?

"The literal meaning."

next second.

The space anchor suddenly emitted a faint light.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling beam of light; only an extremely thin, transparent sheet slowly floated out from the anchor core.

It is so thin that it seems to exist in the three-dimensional world, as light as a feather and transparent without a trace, finer than stardust and thinner than a cicada's wing.

The naked eye could barely make out a faint outline, like a blank sheet of paper, silently floating in the dark void, slowly drifting forward, leisurely descending towards the dense fleet of the Mechanicus.

In the battlefield command channel, the cool, mechanical voice of AI-7 sounded calmly and without any fluctuation: "Detecting the anchor point's energy threshold. The current space anchor's energy storage is stable."

"With the current anchor point load, only two superweapons can be launched."

"Enough to wipe out the encircling forces."

The instant the words were spoken.

That extremely thin, transparent sheet of paper fell precisely into the void in the center of the Mechanicus fleet.

There was no explosion or fire, and no shockwave spread.

The next instant, the entire void suddenly expanded and collapsed, and was forcibly flattened!

A silent dimensional tremor swept across the entire galaxy.

Centered on the point where the thin sheet lands, the vast three-dimensional space is instantly stripped of its dimensional structure, forcibly crushed, stretched, and flattened.

"What, what is that?"

Visibly, the white, transparent object rapidly expanded until it touched a warship.

Then, the most terrifying scene unfolded.

The warship was sucked into the thin film.

From a microscopic perspective, it is sucked into the thin sheet.

From a macro perspective, it was flattened.

Hundreds of kilometer-long behemoths, tens of kilometers-long Titan battleships, and giant escort fleets—these steel creations, standing tall and heavy as mountains in the starry sea, were majestic and formidable one second, but the next second they were flattened by dimensional power without any resistance.

The rigid hull, heavy armor, void shield, power core, weapon array, and mechanical structure—all three-dimensional material forms—became ineffective.

In an instant, thousands of giant warships were all photographed into flat, smooth, and delicate two-dimensional sheets.

Three-dimensionality has completely disappeared, height and depth have completely vanished, and thickness has been reduced to zero.

The entire encirclement fleet transformed from a massive steel legion into a giant, lifelike two-dimensional painting unfolding in the void.

All the structural details, armor patterns, gun barrel arrangements, and hull outlines of the warships have been completely preserved, but all three-dimensional volume has been completely lost, and they are quietly laid flat and fixed in the dark universe.