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Chapter 1729: Chapter 982: Terra Siege (Part 2)

The city wall under Zhao Zian’s feet trembled, a muffled sound from the Terror Demon worshippers violently hitting the Alloy Gate with engineering hammers; each strike seemed to pound on his taut heartstrings.

As the commander of the third gate regiment of the ’Anvil’ defense zone outside the Terra Imperial Palace, he had never seen such a furious crowd—no, it was no longer a crowd, but a crimson storm wrapped in steel and flesh!

Over twenty times the number of enemies, among them were a large number of traitors clad in the once golden, but now blood-stained, tarnished uniforms of the Sun Legion. They were surging like tides toward the narrow defense node.

"Artillery groups! Cover the assault line! Shotguns! Hit those climbing demon spawn!"

His voice had become hoarse from shouting in the helmet’s built-in communicator.

Responding to him were the orange-red fireballs rising behind the walls, heavy mortar shells whistled sharply as they slammed into the tide of the charge, tearing apart and flinging masses of bodies along with the scarlet dust. Twin storm blast bomb machine guns mounted behind the battlements spewed deadly metal waterfalls, sweeping down berserkers trying to climb with crude, hastily constructed siege ladders, scattering limbs and hot metal fragments like raindrops at the base of the walls. The plasma cannon array’s charging hum stood out clearly amidst the chaos; in the next second, several blinding blue-white beams plowed through the ground, leaving molten trenches and evaporated bodies.

The defensive firepower from the soldiers on the wall was very substantial.

Especially compared to his ordinary guard regiment’s forces, merely three thousand men, able to exert such powerful firepower; that was closely related to the exceptionally ample defensive firepower points on the Terra Imperial Palace walls.

This was but the very outermost long wall of the Terra Imperial Palace, a wall over ten thousand kilometers long, forming clusters of large and small fortresses. And the place they were guarding was also a very inconspicuous spot on this extensive outer defense line.

This location was inherently easy to defend and hard to attack, with only a small doorway made into the form of an Alloy Gate. The terrain outside was rugged, not a main path, but merely a small path between towering mountain ranges.

Yet even in such a place, a considerable number of enemies launched a fierce attack. freeweɓnøvel.com

Originally stationed here were only Zhao Zian’s company—not even permanent, but just a key patrol area for this company.

Upon receiving information about the enemy’s assault, Zhao Zian led his troops to reinforce this locale.

It started with two companies, but realizing the increasing enemy numbers, Zhao Zian had no choice but to continue reinforcing. Until now, he had brought all his available forces.

Even though this site was unimportant from the overall perspective of Holy Terra’s outer defense line, the enemy’s forces were overwhelmingly large and sufficient, allowing them to squander manpower freely, even committing so many forces in attacking such an unimportant place.

But the defense side was not to be outdone.

Even in such an unimportant place, the palace walls and Alloy Gate remained exceedingly thick and tall; a turret equipped with powerful firepower every stretch along the walls; behind the walls, there was a specialized arsenal stocked with ample weapons and ammunition.

Coupled with the terrain easy to defend and hard to attack, while the enemy had numerical advantage, it was difficult to deploy extensively in the narrow mountain paths; deploying too many forces made them easy to be wiped out entirely by fire coverage.

Overall, the defensive conditions were comprehensively superior for the defenders.

Utilizing the geographical advantage and the powerful firepower of the city defenses, Zhao Zian’s regiment ruthlessly slaughtered the attacking enemies.

Fragments and remains lay everywhere, making this battlefield seem like a one-sided massacre—at least, in the initial stage of the battle, it indeed was.

However, as time moved on, the situation started to gradually change.

The torrent formed by Terror Demon worshippers was relentless; for every one that fell, more, even crazier ones filled their place.

Their crimson eyes flashed an inhuman gleam amid the smoke, shouting meaningless battle cries or blasphemous praises to the Blood God, completely ignoring the deadly casualties.

The deafening shooting of blast bomb guns, the whining of energy weapons, the rumbling of exploding shells, the wailing before death, and the enemy’s blasphemous war cries merged into a cacophony capable of ripping eardrums and sustained vibrating waves.

Zhao Zian felt even his teeth ache from the intense vibration.

A chaotic warrior, under fire suppression, fearlessly approached not far from the city wall. Although quickly discovered and blown to pieces by heavy fire, he managed to hurl a corrosive-spiked anti-armor grenade toward the top of the city wall and detonated it mid-air before dying.

The powerful shockwave and poisonous grenade fragments swept across.

Zhao Zian witnessed grenade fragments strike like hailstones on several soldiers stationed there; the Feedback-Type Power Armor clanged, was ripped, and penetrated, the scarlet blood mist visible to the naked eye.

This was a snapshot of the situation he faced.

The enemy wasn’t mere lambs to the slaughter; though they were being eliminated at a fairly fast pace, their frenzied combat continued to bring pressure to the defenders.