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Chapter 615: Chapter 355, I Assure You_2
Even a corrupt magic dragon had flown to the battlefield. With a great breath, it sprayed a Lion Tank for several seconds, causing flesh buds to grow on the armor during those seconds. The tank was paralyzed, half flesh, half steel, unable to move—and the soldiers inside perished as a result.
The casualties borne by the 35th Brigade began to escalate at an alarming rate.
Yet, there was nothing that could halt their advance.
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“Brigade Commander! The 3rd Battalion of the 3rd Company on our flank has been breached, and the Artillery Battalion has been ambushed by a group of demons!”
“The Tank Battalion reports a loss of 60% of their combat vehicles!”
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“The Anti-Air Battalion has been attacked by that magic dragon again, and our anti-air interception capability has dropped by 70%. The vehicle of the Commissar who was overseeing the Anti-Air Battalion has been destroyed, and we’ve lost contact with him.”
“The 4th Battalion has lost all contact, we can’t reach any of their companies. It’s possible they’ve encountered jamming entities, but a complete annihilation cannot be ruled out.”
All Colonel Jikov, the commander of the 35th Brigade, heard was bad news.
By conventional wisdom, the entire brigade was at the end of its rope by now.
But there was not a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
He grabbed the communicator, switched to the all-unit channel, and began to speak, “Comrades of the 35th Brigade, this is your Brigade Commander Jikov. Now is the time to prove our loyalty!”
“I order all units to advance at all costs! The brigade headquarters move forward at full speed, from the command post to the Guard Battalion, support the frontline with all your might!”
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“We must do everything in our power, at any cost, to ensure that the breach we’ve opened is wide enough!”
“For the Empire! For humanity! For the Alliance!”
“Advance, advance, advance!”
The Chief of Staff beside him widened his eyes as he looked at Jikov; after he put down the communicator, he said bitterly, “Our 35th Brigade will be finished, we’ll all die here.”
But Jikov just smiled, “Then let us die with honor, and die great!”
“Drive!” These two words were addressed to the driver.
The command vehicle, with the throttle fully opened, along with the entire command post and the Guard Battalion, began to press forward. Following the commander’s orders, the two Guard Companies joined the front line in their Infantry Fighting Vehicles, while the Guardsmen on foot filled in the excessive losses of the front-line infantry.
The 35th Brigade’s strength was rapidly diminishing, and even as their objective combat power declined, the speed of their attrition quickened due to maintaining the offense.
However, no matter what, they were indeed still fighting forward.
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In the depths of the writhing Nest Capital ‘Fino City,’ within a huge flesh nest, Thomlison was looking up at a wriggling wall.
Projected upon it was the ongoing offensive of the 35th Brigade.
His body no longer bore the frailty of humanity. Blessed, he stood three meters tall, swollen and powerful. His body, sheathed in robes, twitched from time to time.
Only his eyes remained firm and piercing.
Watching the projected images, his body heaved restlessly.
He, Thomlison, was the current leader of the Sublimation Sect, an apostle of the Great Demon, a spreader of the Korolya Plague, a recipient of the blessing.
He had long forgotten the many years ago when, as a human warrior handed over as Imperial Tax, he was conscribed into the Star Realm Army after surviving countless battles.
But today, watching those impassioned warriors, advancing despite the grievous casualties, the dusty years of glory emerged once more in his mind.
But these resurfacing memories did not evoke nostalgia; instead, they fueled his rage even more.
And even if he set aside the anger in his heart, just considering the war situation, he knew he couldn’t let this unit keep charging forward like this.
The breach inside Fino City was being torn wider and wider. The deeper this human force charged, the easier it would be for more human armies to enter Fino City.
They were destroying the body of Fino City, forcing the living Nest Capital to divert more of its strength to repair itself. This would lead to a weakening of Subspace power.
At the moment, Fino City had come to a complete halt.
Indeed, according to the current situation, that human force should have been annihilated by now. But in fact, this should have happened an hour ago.
“Eradicate them,” Thomlison spoke, “Let the magic dragons go down; send the Father’s beloved hounds; release the blessed ones! You must destroy them for me! After destroying them, you must drive all the enemies out of our city along this road!”
“As you command, messenger.”
Within this fleshly nest, another voice echoed.
Not long after, Thomlison saw a change in the battlefield scene.
Several different units appeared on the battlefield.
The so-called ‘Father’s Loving Dogs’ referred to the ‘Rotting Flesh Beasts,’ monstrous creatures of sickly and extreme ugliness, with their lower halves resembling long, wriggling maggots; their upper halves rose high, with a giant mouth opening in the belly, and limbs beside the maw that aided in movement and in seizing prey to feed; their upper limbs were in the form of powerful arms.
The so-called ‘Blessed Ones’ were known to humans as Chaos Spawn. These entities stood two to three meters in height, roughly humanoid in shape but completely twisted beyond recognition. They were the result of humans undergoing a mutation after receiving, yet failing to endure, the blessings of gods.
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Five or six behemoths, accompanied by dozens of Chaos Spawn, appeared at the front lines, immediately causing a direct shift in the tide of battle.
The Chaos Spawn couldn’t withstand tank shells, but bullets were largely ineffective against them; once they charged and got close, they could flip over armored vehicles with their physical strength.
The Rotting Flesh Beasts could even take direct hits from tank shells, with chunks of their bodies being blown off, spraying flesh and blood yet not fatal. Their writhing flesh would quickly regrow. The corrosive pus spewed from their giant maws could melt tanks.
Brigade 35, resolute as their fighting spirit was, finally couldn’t advance any further under such resistance.
And the demon dragon in the sky, at that moment, dived directly!
Sustaining some damage from anti-aircraft fire, it nonetheless destroyed two anti-aircraft vehicles with its breath. After landing, its position was not far from Colonel Jikov’s command vehicle.
It had already set its sights on it.
Confronted by the approaching demon dragon, Jikov’s command vehicle was fearless, its only mounted weapon—a heavy bomb gun—continuously firing at the demon dragon.
Even with heavy bombs and without the Plague Fly Swarm from Yunrao for cover, the dragon’s rotting body was blasted, flesh flying everywhere.
Yet it still rapidly charged beside the command vehicle, flipping it over with one sweep, then with ferocious claws, it struck seven or eight times, smashing the entire command vehicle to pieces.
After venting its rage, the demon dragon roared towards the sky with insolent pride!
But just as the roar had not yet ended, a heavy cannonball struck its head, blowing it off.
Thomlison saw it all clearly; this was certainly not a simple human artillery or tank shell.
The projected image panned out, and he saw a steel beast with a smoking barrel in the distance.
It was a Lion King Tank.
Following the opening created by Brigade 35, the armored contingent of the human army finally had its main forces arrive!
Its two secondary cannons were also firing, and the main cannon that had just delivered a fatal blow was once again charging.
The next shell blasted another Rotting Flesh Beast to ruin.
Thomlison’s voice was deep as he ordered, “We must hold back these humans, send more troops forward!”
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“Send more troops forward! We must not let Brigade 35’s sacrifice be in vain!”
Li Kexi shouted loudly.
He had been appointed the frontline commander for this armored advance, and was currently issuing orders to his staff.
His face was intensely flushed, pained by the sacrifice of Brigade 35. But pain did not prevent him from seizing this opportunity with all his might.
After issuing the orders, he ran some calculations and dialed an encrypted communication frequency.
“Mr. Gu, fifteen divisions have entered Fino City, reaching the target you expected. Following that, I’m confident that within an hour, another fifteen divisions can join, including some infantry divisions, amounting to over three hundred thousand troops!”
“Good, you all have worked hard,” Mr. Gu’s voice arrived shortly after, “You must maintain the offensive.”
“I understand!” Li Kexi replied, and then hesitantly asked, “We have made huge sacrifices, victory must be ours in the end, right?”
“I assure you.”
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