As the battle line drew ever closer to the jagged decaying Webway, an Iron Man, controlled like a puppet by its own Master Control Intelligence, slaughtered every enemy before it.
Even divided into countless portions, the Master Control Intelligence's processing power remained immensely powerful, ensuring that even the most basic Iron Man could unleash combat power several times greater than before.
This was, without question, a massacre.
The Iron Man at the very forefront advanced, every step it took filled with the screams and wails of enemies, as well as the agony of souls being dragged into hell by the Chaos Gods they worshipped.
A Chaos Knight stepped forward to stop it, and both sides opened fire at once.
A melta blast pierced the Iron Man's body. Amid the shower of sparks, an armor-piercing cannon extended from its limb fired a shell, instantly punching through the pilot inside the Knight's cockpit, who had been chanting blasphemous prayers while secretly rejoicing in his victory.
Like a giant struck in the vital spot by an arrow, the Knight froze in place.
Having lost seventy percent of its total structure, the Iron Man crawled across the ground with its remaining upper body and only surviving arm, like a corpse unwilling to descend into hell.
Its arm, fitted with an integrated weapon, pulled its body forward while serving as support, then stopped to fire whenever it encountered an enemy it could kill with absolute certainty.
Until a missile flew in from nowhere and struck the Iron Man's wrecked body.
After a thunderous blast, sparks and metal fragments sprayed everywhere. The Iron Man's remains were riddled with holes, yet it continued fighting.
Whether it continued fighting did not depend on whether the Iron Man still possessed the will to fight on a programmatic level, but