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Chapter 11

Korgarus conquest campaign

The cacophony of automatic gun fire, explosion and screaming echo throughout the hive as the battle to capture it raged on.

Regulus forces maybe out number by more than 8000 to 1, but they are still winning.

Quantity may have a quality of its own, but the reverse is also true, as sufficient quality is superior to any quantity.

Much like how a single man with 10 times the speed, strength, durability and stamina could easily take out ten other men and could fight a hundred and still have a reasonable chance of winning.

The overwhelming power of Regulus warriors allows them to dominate forces much larger than their own.

Furthermore, because the PDF communication was completely cut they can't mobilize to engage Regulus warriors and some PDF forces don't even know that they are being attacked, making the massive difference in number now irrelevant as Regulus forces can now pick them off one by one.

*wooooom* *wooooom* *wooooom*

"AAGHH !"

Aisha makes quick work of another group of PDF soldiers, cutting them to pieces with her psi blade as she and the rest of the troop continue to carve a bloody path through the enemy forces as they assault another PDF complex.

They have been going at it for 2 hours now and from the report that has been coming in her feed if they keep it up they can take the hive in just another hour. She and her team were sent to the spire and were quickly working their way down, dismantling the Imperial chain of command.

If we only have to deal with the PDF military forces, the process would have gone a lot faster, but having to comb through the entire population of the hive to scan and eliminate the hybrid took up a vast majority of our time.

Luckily, after our lords have taken out the Genestealer patriarch the cultist and hybrid went on a rampage making them easier to pick out among the populace.

'Now we just need to keep pushing just a little more and the hive is our.'

A static noise snapped her out of her thought as her com lit up.

{Enemy tanks' battalion spotted with enemy flyers coming in hot, sending information now}

{copy that}

She pulls up the tactical map on her HUD locating the enemy vehicle, commanding her armor to form multiple thrusters on her back she takes off at supersonic speed dashing at her target.

Dodging or just shrugging off the baneblade shell, she quickly reached the first baneblade in the formation. Grabbing it by the cannon she envelops the tank with her plasma shield to maintain its structural integrity and wielding it like a club she swings it with great force crushing the rest of the battalion one by one exploding as they were crushed and after a few brief seconds the entire battalion is annihilated.

She took a glance at the rapidly approaching enemy air supports, and it seemed that the explosion had caught their attention. She juggles the baneblade throwing it lightly into the air and catching it again before gripping it tightly with both hands and with a spin she throws the baneblade high into the air hitting one of the enemy flyers.

Taking off into the sky she ripped through the imperial aircraft like an arrow popping a balloon zipping back and forth leaving behind a trail of burning and falling aircraft behind her.

Her communicator lit up again to show her several hundreds more enemy vehicles and their location, but before she could deal with them, a familiar figure caught her eye.

In the distance, her lord flew high upon the sky, his wings radiating with divine light and power. As he raised his hand above his head the smog started to be lit up with electricity and with a swift downward gesture toward the ground he painted the world in a brilliant flash of light.

She checked her HUD again to confirm what she had just seen. Where once upon the map there would be hundreds of dots representing millions of enemies now there are none. All enemy soldiers and vehicles in a five-mile radius into nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes by his divine power.

'Did you ever need us in the first place ?'

This is a question she often asks herself, and could anyone fault her for asking it ? He is for all intents and purposes a god among men for all of their advancement. The gap between him and the rest of us only seems to grow ever larger.

Could we ever contribute in any meaningful way toward his goal, or are we just a burden and deadweight that he must drag along to the finish line ?

'No, he asks for us to stand beside him. We might not be able to keep up right now, but we will be in the future.'

She looked upon his radiating figure in the distance once more, but this time with determination in her heart.

'Someday I will reach him.'

And with that she snap out from her train of thought and join the battlefield once again.