Titans strode atop the mountain of flesh, unleashing their firepower without restraint. Whether sky or ground, everything was part of the monsters' bodies.
The Astra Militarum gritted their teeth and followed closely. They had advanced for so long; no one wished to disgrace their honor at this final moment.
Though no daemonic whispers reached their ears, the mountain of flesh before them was truly horrifying beyond description.
"Fire! Fire! Shoot at anything you can see! Empty your magazines! Break your blades! Burn every last shred of your Loyalty to The Emperor here!" the commissar roared, his voice trembling violently. He relied entirely on the Imperium of Man's most ruthless trait to keep his sanity intact.
Following the commissar's orders, the Astra Militarum fired their weapons at the rotten mountain of flesh continuously squeezing up beneath their feet and before them.
After fighting in chaos for so long, resupply was no longer something they could count on. They could only make a desperate stand with the ammunition they had left.
Purururu...
Tens of thousands of openings dilated across the mountain of flesh, deep and moist, making no one want to guess what hideous things might pour out of them.
With a single swallow and exhalation, the openings disgorged tens of billions of Tyranids and daemons. One craved flesh and blood; the other hungered for souls.
"We're out of ammunition!"
"Break open the power packs! Throw them like grenades!"
"Fix bayonets, all regiments! Make The Emperor proud!"
Mar stared unblinkingly at the nightmare surging toward him. The shock had utterly overwhelmed his instinctive fear.
He gripped his standard-issue monomolecular blade tightly, waiting only for the enemy to rush forward so it could drink its fill of their blood.
Lanya stood beside Mar, her expression just as resolute. In her pleasant voice, she