The landing craft brought reinforcements from beyond the stars to the dying Karamat.
The drones' force-field shields formed a temporary defensive line for this vanguard of death. Battlesuits hastily modified by the Tau Empire, piloted by soldiers, charged into the battlefield and spewed furious flames hot enough to melt steel, incinerating every enemy of the human world. Amid the gray tide, the expeditionary force used shields, battlesuits, and sheer tenacity to forcibly clear out a sacred area untouched by corruption.
"Wipe them out!"
"Destroy them!"
"Burn them all!"
"Let the world burn!!!"
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At the center, Yalta dragged along the master key, half of it already stained a different color.
The other four teammates protected him in the middle.
Cyrus still walked at the front, shooting down a Stinger Bee that rushed toward them, his gaze fixed on the collapsed tower building roughly ten kilometers away at the center.
They were like the only team moving upstream through a monstrous mudslide.
Slow, yet resolute.
Like pilgrims climbing a ladder to the heavens.
Devout and unyielding.
"You get into the core. Leave these things to us."
The Salamanders beside them charged out of the defensive line to clear a path.
After all, Kroot impacts would greatly reduce the durability of the force-field shields.
They needed to carve out a route for Cyrus and the others.
So they could carry out the most important mission.
"Burn these xenos to ash!"
"You abominations, in the name of the Lord of Fire Dragons, we will burn every last one of you!"
Heaven-scorching flames poured from their muzzles, drawing shrill screams from the Kroot.
The dinosaur-like Kroot were grabbed by the tails and swung by the Salamanders like weapons, then smashed heavily into bodies as frail as Fire Warriors.
Within the ancient city.
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