13 Chapter 9

BOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The Atlas Titan continued its seismic rampage towards the Warp tear and amongst the ever-increasing daemon horde.

"An~ Ahh~ I'm horny~," said a Slaaneshi Greater Daemon, Infernal Enrapturess, as he? her? it? began masturbating and also touching a nearby daemonatte all while watching the rampage of the Atlas titan on their forces.

Say what you want to say about the Slaaneshi daemon horde but one thing is for sure, they suck at ranged battle but they are no slouch when it comes to melee.

I learned it the hard way when some of my isolated doxes and grenadiers were eviscerated by Slaaneshi daemon seekers the moment they advanced too far out and with a bit of distance from the Ares, Vanguard, and Flamer transports. Like the way I always did in the Dynasty Warriors franchise.

'Vanilla Planetary Units are not made for melee battle. Good to know...Well....aside from Titans maybe...' I mused as I sent waves after waves of bombers towards the area where the Slaaneshi seekers were gathered.

They can't use their greatest strength, melee combat, as they can't get close to the Atlas titan without turning into a putty paste.

All they could do to stop or slow the Atlas Titan was with the onslaught of flying units. They launched large swathes of Flying Tentacle hentai creatures against the Titan but fell short as it was defended by Pelican fighters and by the following Mobile AA Flak Artillery.

Some of the daemonaettes began channeling psychic spells after spells on the Titan.

'Wait... was that an enrapture spell? What the fuck? That's like flirting on a slab of metal.' I sat speechless on my command chair connected to a planetary supercomputer as I watched their futile attempts to bring down my Titan.

The Slaanesh faction isn't really known for their tactics as they made most of their actions while under the influence of constant pain or pleasure.

Boom! Phew! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy projectile and plasma artillery kept raining down on the entrenched fiends surrounding the leader of this horde, a named Keeper of Secrets, Shalaxi Hellbane, who kept parrying the incoming projectiles and mortar with no care for the other lesser Keeper of Secrets surrounding him.

'Seriously... how the fuck is he doing that?' I brooded as I mentally ordered my fabricators for the construction of a long-range Nuke Launcher and a batch of Nuke warheads.

After 50 seconds, it finished fabricating.

"Behold, the bringer of light," said the Nuke launcher VI the moment it activated.

"Parry this you filthy Casul." I said as I ordered the firing of the Nuke launcher on that Shalaxi Hellbane.

"Calculating telemetry and trajectory. In range. Nuke launcher, firing salvo." said the Nuke launcher VI as it launched Nuke barrage on that Shalaxi Hellbane.

The fabricated nuke warheads were fabricated in such a way that it almost looks the same as a mortar projectile.

Using a 3-stage launch, The launch from the Nuke launcher cannon, Warheads rocket-boosted while in the air until it reaches a specified velocity and height, and last, detach the rocket attachments and let the heavy gravity do the final work.

"Hahahahahaha!" I laughed at the comical way that the Shalaxi Hellbane tried to parry the indistinguishable Nuke barrage and then exploded in a continuous fashion.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The nuclear radiation decays quickly in seconds after exploding at a range avoiding the creation of another irradiated wasteland like it did in the earlier versions of the Nuke.

Leaving nothing but a mote of a huge crater and dust. The Greater Daemon leader dead and is maybe reforming in the warp.

'I should look into more ways of killing daemons permanently in the near future' I mused as I commanded my armies to surround and secure the warp gateway with heavy defense lines until I figure out a way to close this Warp gate.

"Objective 1: 'Secure that Silver Dot' - Phase 1: COMPLETE." reported the command VI I tasked in securing and fortifying the surrounding area of whatever that Silver dot is.

I grunted as I immediately sent a command for the fabrication of digging bots and machinery near the area.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

"AHHH.... AHN~ AHN~!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

"AHHH.... AHN~ AHN~!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

"AHHH.... AHN~ AHN~!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

I watched in mirth as the Atlas Titan did the equivalent of 'spawn camping' as it reached the area near the Warp gate with its seismic overtures. The daemons rushing out from the warp 'splat' as they at least manage to glance at the humongous Titan of War before turning into putty and respawn in the warp in a few days or perhaps years.

The Fabricators in my planetary fortress kept spurning out units by the hundreds and into the meat grinder.

"Objective 2: 'Secure the Breach': COMPLETE." voiced the Atlas Titan as it continue flattening the area and the daemons nearby with the Ares, Flamer, and Vanguard battle lines moving closer and closer into the Warp gate with the doxes, grenadiers, locusts and sparks providing infantry support on the advancing vehicles annihilating every unfortunate daemon that comes into range of their weaponry.

Inferno units dousing every daemon carcass they come across with fire and righteous fury.

"Objective 3: 'Securing the Battle Area from external threats': COMPLETE." said another command VI tasked with securing the perimeter 30 kilometers surrounding the area of battle, guarding against the Orks nearby that could pose a threat to the ongoing battle.

A small hint of smile plastered on my face as the battle paced according to plan.

I then initiated the digging procedures around the 'Silver Dot' the moment the digging machinery and bots finished fabricating.

Large drill machinery started rotating as it picks up speed and the drill was coated in heated plasma and penetrates slowly into the crust of the planet.

With each passing second speeding up the digging operation, I personally assumed control of the digging machinery as it slowly digs into the position of the Silver Dot.

The machinery was followed by Doxes, Grenadiers, and Locusts swarms as the digging hole were too small for a vehicle to pass so I had them set up defensive positions by the entrance of the hole as a precaution, if ever that Silver dot is hostile, my forces will be ready to engage.

A few minutes in, I can't help but think of a song.

"I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy, diggy hole, diggy, diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy, diggy hole, digging a hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy, diggy hole, diggy, diggy hole

I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole

Diggy, diggy hole, digging a hole."

As I reached the threshold of digging straight down around 46 kilometers deep, it was then strange things began to occur.

First, it was an unintelligible murmur....then as I dig deep another 10 kilometers, it became a whisper...

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A whisper... steadily sounded one higher than the other... a whisper, sounded not on the ears, but on the soul...

mine...

Mine...

MINE...

MiNe!!!

Then silence.

My digging machinery fell straight into a hollow area the moment those 'Mine' whispers went silent and directly went off, likened to it being hit by an EMP. Which was strange because all of my units were hardened and designed to resist EMP. So it must have encountered some psychic crap.

My remote connection with the unit indicates that the unit is fine and has activated its repair feature. After a few seconds, it was good as new.

I had my units at the ready to engage whatever hostile was in this area. The locusts swarm doing a scanning sweep of every inch of this area while the Doxes and Grenadiers set up defensive positions.

After the scanning was complete, what I found astounded me.

A decaying giant Krork Gargant split in half vertically, surrounded by various mounds of decaying indistinguishable heavy armor of ancient origins.

Wraithbone titans and parts were strewn all across the area, unbidden and undamaged by time.

But the most notable thing was a giant mecha humanoid bird of green hue struck by three headless Wraithbone Titans. Their swords pierced the head, and two on the torso. Surrounded by 'corpses' of Necron units and various chunks of metal.

As my units move forward to inspect the mecha birdie, a translucent white figure appeared right in front of my units.

"Cera... Eosik Karun... Iam Ainaarin'ual" said an ethereal figure of a female elvish figure with intricate designs on her armor.

My units immediately aimed their weapons while my locust swarms ready for combat but quickly stood down as the ethereal figure used the universal sign for 'I come in peace'.

I was about to use one of my doxes to answer but fell short as a large 'Alert' suddenly appeared in my vision.

[ALERT!] [ALERT!] [ALERT!]

Then I switched my vision to the surveillance unit that sent the alert and found out about a 2 km Space Hulk heading down fast into the planet. Calculating its trajectory and path, it is directly heading for the Atlas Titan.

I managed to intercept the communication signal used in the space hulk.

"Ere we go, Ere we go, Ere we go!"

"Gork an' Mork tells me 'dat 'der iz a huge WAAAGH! ere an' 'der iz so many gud scrap."

"We are gunna WAAAGH! Boyz! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!"

Fucking Greenskins.

To be continued

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