Hell was raining down on both the expeditionary fleet and dwarven attack fleet.
Though the two were slowly coming closer, at this ti the artillery chs of both sides were putting their all in this fight.
In their perception, their only opponents were their counterparts on the opposing side. The ch pilots of the artillery chs in the expeditionary fleet gradually beca familiar with the strengths and weaknesses of the Steel Rain.
At the sa ti, the elite dwarven ch pilots of the Steel Rain also gained the asure of their opponents. Due to their specialization, they quickly found out that their opponents were inferior in every possible way.
The Steel Rain benefited from better chs, stronger cannons, tougher armor, more thorough training and most importantly a heart for artillery combat!
"Amateurs." A Steel Rain dwarf contemptuously snickered.
The man in question was one of the Slug Rangers who had proven his skills and valor many tis back when he served on a different ch regint. His efforts to stand out from his colleagues paid off when his superiors approved of his transfer to the most prestigious brotherhood in the Slug Rangers.
Now, the prospect of unleashing holy punishnt against the arrogant humans who had the terity to treat the sovereign Vulcan Empire as their backyard had raised his combat state to a whole new peak!
"Hahahaha! Break for , tall folk!" Furga Holbarn exulted. "I will not stop until my cannons have shattered each and every one of your mutated bodies!"
The hatred of the Vulcanites against normal humans had reached such an extre that many of them had even begun to develop warped theories to justify their own supremacy.
According to one fringe theory that had gained popularity among the Dwarven God cultists as of late, heavy gravity variant humans weren't genetically modified people at all. They were the original and most perfect version of humans!
The reason why humanity gained the upper hand and managed to oppress and enslave the once-dominant race of dwarves was because their gods had betrayed the original race of mankind!
Dwarves were too powerful for the gods to control. Aside from the great and compassionate Vulcan that remained true to dwarvenkind, the other evil human gods had conspired against dwarves like Furga.
Ever greedy for power and control, the treacherous gods betrayed the proper order and create a new slave race made out of mutated dwarves!
By distorting the perfect dwarven form and turning them into spindly, tall shapes, the evil gods created a new race that was physically weaker, less intelligent and at least three tis uglier. The humans that resulted from this unholy transformation beca the best helpers, as they not only obeyed the traitor gods without a fault, but were also too weak and incompetent to ever rebel against their own creators!
Furga Holbarn montarily felt pity for his distant human opponents. How could they not realize their own captivity? Wasn't it obvious that the gods were controlling their potential through the deceptive organizations known as the ch Trade Association and the Common Fleet Alliance?
The Big Two were evil. They were ostensibly trying to protect humanity, but the reality was that they were exploiting the ignorant humans instead. From taking away the right to wield the strongest weapons and warships to preventing people from founding proper star nations, it couldn't be more clear to the dwarves that the evil human gods had done everything they could to keep their chattel in their cages!
"It is the duty of every dwarf to break this falsehood!"
The MTA and CFA were all fronts for the gods that had caused the fall of the dwarven race. If the descendants of the original race of mankind wanted to reverse this injustice, then they had to defeat the slave race and break apart the hypocritical Big Two in order to expose the evil gods that had been conspiring to limit the potential of both dwarves and humans.
What was worse was that many dwarves had been deceived as well!
Too many race traitors in the Vulcan Empire had chosen to take shelter under the MTA, preferring to rely on the very gods that had inflicted a great injustice on the dwarves to preserve their ager existences.
The first step to tear down the evil gods was to free the dwarves from the Big Two's oppression was to tear the mask of the MTA! The anointed soldiers of the Ferril Provincial Army had to show that this evil Association was not their protector but their jailor!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The tall folk from the opposing fleet were assuredly the accomplices of the evil gods. The organization set up by the betrayers of Vulcan and dwarvenkind wouldn't have given these 'Larkinsons' and other rabble permission to travel freely in the Smiling Samuel Star Sector otherwise.
It was clear that these tall folk had nothing but bad intentions in mind when they sought to travel straight into the heart of the Vulcan Empire! Who knew whether these brainwashed slaves sought to gather crucial intelligence or plant so kind of secret superweapon in the dwarven empire.
The enemy had to be stopped before it could do any damage to one of the few states in the galaxy that still preserved the truth about dwarvenkind!
Furga's lips curled into a savage grin. "I couldn't have asked for a better ch!"
He was one of the few mbers of the Steel Rain who piloted the coveted Land Cracker heavy artillery ch.
As the biggest and most expensive variant of the Cracker line, the Land Cracker resembled a giant, overweight dwarf that had donned an extrely thick suit of armor.
Instead of possessing regular arms, it mounted two ultra-heavy gauss cannons in their stead, which technically made them frontline chs. It didn't make much sense to grant these chs articulating arms as they were highly specialized and could only perform a single job.
The advantage to this was that it was able to perform this job extrely well. Furga's artillery ch boasted thick, broad legs with even wider feet. This not only granted the ch excellent stability, but also provided a lot of surface area to transfer heat to the ship it was serving on. The Land Cracker had already placed its legs into two huge grooves to maximize this effect while at the sa ti providing excellent stability.
Its two huge arm cannons minutely moved in order to track a distant ship. A considerable shockwave exploded from the cannons and the rest of the ch as it had fired another salvo!
"Haha, take that!"
One of the ultra-heavy rounds slamd into the hull of a combat carrier. Though the latter's armor integrity took a severe hit, the ship quickly rolled around so that other dwarven artillery chs couldn't compound the existing damage.
What Furga was actually happy about was that his other precisely-aid shot had managed to hit the mark! The high-resolution sensor footage provided by the Lemogo Distat and other capable dwarven vessels showed that his ch's ultra-heavy round had impacted the side of a damaged bunker.
The protective cover on the human ship wasn't able to cope with the imnse kinetic energy transferred by the ultra-heavy round and shattered straight away, causing the solid round to continue forwards and dump all of its residual power into the side of the enemy's artillery ch.
The only thing left of this six-legged artillery ch was millions of pieces of debris that were already floating out into space.
Just as Furga switched the aim of his powerful Land Cracker to another designated target, his bunker rumbled as the enemy finally focused their firepower on his bunker!
"Stupid humans!"
Not all bunkers were the sa. The Land Crackers were the most prestigious and valuable artillery chs in the Steel Rain ch regint. It took a lot of training and effort for Furga to earn the right to pilot his current machine. His Land Cracker was therefore assigned to one of the most resilient bunkers on his current vessel.
Several armored panels slid across the openings, preventing Furga's Land Cracker from continuing to fire. Big, soundless impacts struck and dented the heavily-armored cover. Despite resisting dozen of attacks, the heavy cover continued to endure the damage without showing any breakage!
Furga grinned as he saw the results of this futile bombardnt.
"More. More. More. Go on, humans! Keep attacking my little fort! It will all be in vain, hahaha!"
The dwarven artillery specialist was not concerned as all. He was more than willing to die for his righteous cause if it ca down to it, but this was not possible. He knew that as long as the bunker cover ca close to breaking that the platform that his ch had mounted would automatically slide inwards and away from the exterior.
Though it usually took crucial seconds for the platform to be deep enough to bring a heavy artillery ch to safety, this was still enough to guarantee the survival of nearly all of them along with their precious dwarven ch pilots!
These guarantees allowed dwarves like Furga Holbarn to fight against the misguided lackeys of the evil gods without any reservations. Since the risk of dying was minimal, he would be able to ensure that he would be able to fight the deford mutated humans another ti!
His bloodthirst grew stronger as he and his brothers managed to cripple more ships and crack more bunkers. The marksmanship, firepower and numbers of their opposition was simply too inferior compared to the Steel Rain. There was no contest who would be able to co out on top of this artillery duel!
Just as the bombardnt against his bunker had softened, Furga grinned and waited for the gun slots to slide open again. The two massive cannons of his Land Cracker were already done with loading new rounds and charging its capacitors. It was able to fire another salvo at any ti, and Furga had even adjusted his aim with the help of the sensor data fed to his ch.
As soon as the Lemogo Distat confird that the enemy artillery chs had shifted over to attacking other targets, the gun slots finally opened up again.
Yet just before Furga was about to pull the trigger, an intense feeling of crisis overtook his consciousness. Sowhere, a powerful will was targeting his ch. The dwarf ch pilot felt his own will shake for the first ti in this battle as he had the illusion that he was being targeted by a slayer who was much more powerful than he could ever hope to beco!
Though his ch did not sense any locks or other signs of being targeted, Furga trusted his instincts without any doubt and slamd his fist against the ergency evacuation button.
The gun slots were already closing up and additional protective sheets had rapidly slid above his Land Cracker, providing additional cover to absorb and weaken incoming attacks.
At the sa ti, the platform his artillery ch was slotted in was already retracting inwards. A large hatch at the end of the tunnel was already sliding open to allow the Land Cracker to take cover deeper inside the Lemogo Distat.
Yet before the platform even moved a single ter, a powerful resonance-empowered positron beam penetrated straight through the bunker cover and all of the intervening layers and burned right through the center of the powerful Land Cracker, bypassing a strong but ultimately ineffective energy shield in the process!
Furga's ch was tough enough to withstand a moderate bombardnt, yet the singularly powerful beam had not only defeated all of its defenses with ease, but also transferred so much destructive energies to the internals of the heavy artillery ch that almost half of its inside had either lted, vaporized or been annihilated!
On the other side of the battlefield, the Amaranto's brilliant luminar crystal rifle was still shining like a rainbow. Venerable Stark remained calm and smoothly adjusted the aim of her expert rifle's to another bunker that housed a Land Cracker ch.
She snorted… "Too easy."
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