As the last Legion of the Damned warrior vanished, the Forged Steel Brethren's line instantly lost the firepower of over a hundred soldiers who required no ammunition resupply.
The battle immediately grew more desperate. Many warriors' weapons had fallen silent, leaving them with only close-combat weapons such as chain axes, chainswords, power swords, power axes, power hammers, and power fists.
With cultists and Iron Warriors drawing ever closer, along with the armoured forces rushing in behind them, the situation became increasingly dire.
Several Forged Steel Brethren warriors carrying Grenade Launchers loaded special grenades, raised their launchers, and fired. "Bang! Bang!"
The grenades streaked into the cultist masses trailing flame. The instant they struck the ground, several clouds of green mist abruptly billowed outward.
The mist then ignited on its own. Flames spread like living creatures, sticky tongues of fire licking across the ground and turning the howling cultist Auxiliary Army into writhing torches.
More than a dozen Iron Warriors at the front ignored the flames, intending to march straight through the wall of fire with the insulation of their Power Armour.
Yet the moment they entered the burning zone, the flames clinging to their armour engulfed them. Phosphor fire burned across their Adamantium armour, and the exposed gaps in their joints became gateways to death, incinerating the dozen or so Space Marines in moments.
"Phosphor Weapons!"
Several experienced Iron Warrior commanders sounded the warning over the communications channel.
The remaining Iron Warriors immediately learned their lesson and skirted the burning area. But more Phosphor Grenades and blazing fire awaited them.
Nerva emptied the last of his Storm Bolter ammunition into an Iron Warrior. His goggles remained fixed on the larger force halted beyond the fire wall. "Conserve them! Use every grenade to block them as much as possible! Link the