The arrival of the Iron Men directly turned the tide of the war.
It was as if a steel foot had brutally stomped down on the other side of the wavering scales of war—that was how Qin Mo, Guilliman, and Lion, who had suddenly discovered that the Iron Men had been deployed, felt.
The Iron Men appeared directly at the forefront of the fighting.
Dense ranks of conventional Iron Man battle-suits advanced in formation, while Iron Man Giant Battle-suits provided fire support from the rear. The former possessed combat power beyond any infantry, while the latter could unleash more firepower in a short time than any Titan.
When even the most ordinary Iron Man advanced, the destruction it caused was horrifying.
On the front lines, Azrael, who had just been preparing to lead the Dark Angels and others in another charge, saw the Iron Men. He stood there watching them, more as though observing and judging them than glaring at something heretical.
Even the most ordinary Iron Man, one that had once served as cannon fodder in the mass warfare within the Stygian System during the Battle of Baal, had vast quantities of weaponry integrated throughout its body. Not a single inch of space had been spared for organs unrelated to combat. There were only weapons and energy.
When Daemon Engines, daemons, Space Marines... in short, every kind of enemy that could be seen in the fiercest zone at the very forefront of the exchange of fire surged toward the Iron Men before them, they were met with terrifying firepower.
An ordinary Iron Man marching in the formation was the first to engage the enemy. It continued forward as part of its upper structure extended upward, firing more than a dozen shells in an instant.
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