You gave the order for the vanguard to attack.
Rumble—
In an instant, a dense barrage of terrifying artillery fire, like a torrential downpour, erupted from the central positions of the Iron Hands Legion and the right-wing positions of the Salamanders, streaking across the sky like meteors in daylight.
Countless Whirlwind Missiles, trailing conspicuous paths, combined with wave after wave of Orbital Bombardment descending from beyond the atmosphere, repeatedly ravaged the Traitor Legions' extensive defensive fortifications.
At this moment, even standing far behind the central positions, you could clearly feel the terrifying heat waves created by the successive explosions of artillery shells and missiles. The solid ground plates beneath your Mag-boots seemed to let out a piercing hum as they trembled.
Yet these large-scale fortifications, carefully planned by Warmaster Horus and personally overseen by Fulgrim, had endured the blanket assault of long-range artillery with little more than the surrounding black sands becoming darker and brighter. Only a small portion of unfinished defensive corners had been reduced to blazing ruins.
Under your command, the first wave of vanguard troops launched their probing assault and clashed with the Death Guard and Fulgrim's Sons of the Emperor for the first time.
Across the smoke-shrouded black-sand battlefield, agile Raven Guard were the first to engage the Sons of the Emperor in an exceptionally brutal melee.
As countless armor fragments flew through the air, Salamanders armed with flamethrowers and heavy weapons also joined the ferocious battle against the Death Guard.
Then, along the flank of the traitor forces—
An elite group of Iron Hands veterans, like war machines unafraid of casualties, drove their Power Armor madly into the depths of the enemy formation and launched an unceasing slaughter against the Death Guard and Sons of the Emperor.
At that moment, your cold gaze kept falling