No Close Combat Allowed

Facing the combat battalion soldiers' counterattack, the Lamenters felt it more deeply.

Plasma bolts struck the walls, splashing molten heat across the Lamenters' ceramite armor. Under the barrage of rapid-fire ion cannons, there was nowhere safe from which to return fire.

A Destroyer was hit by the searing beam of an incendiary gun. He was ignited, becoming a massive humanoid torch. Once the flesh encased within his armor had burned away, the blackened ceramite plates fell to the ground piece by piece.

The precise shooting the Space Marines prided themselves on was entirely blocked by the raised Aegis shields, and their dependable boltguns seemed somewhat feeble.

But the Lamenters had upgraded their arsenal. With Perturabo's technological support, they still had better weapons they had yet to use.

Metal rods driven by immense kinetic force could not only punch dents into tough armor, but also drain enormous amounts of energy from energy shields.

These cannons, which required Space Marines to carry them on their shoulders, resembled harpoon launchers used to hunt giant beasts. To strengthen the harpoons' armor-piercing ability, Perturabo had specifically fashioned their tips from Adamantium.

"If a tank's hide is too thick, use these weapons to pierce it, then tear out the cowardly soldiers inside along with their armor!"

Perturabo's words were always so murderous. The Destroyers kept the elder's words firmly in mind and fired through gaps between the ion bolts and searing lasers.

Armor-piercing harpoons slammed viciously into the Aegis shields. Watching the shields rapidly turn transparent, the combat battalion soldiers knew things had gone badly.

Two harpoons were stopped, but three pierced through the Aegis shields, crushing the soldiers who had failed to dodge into pulp along with them.

Stone watched helplessly as several bloody trails, strewn with minced flesh and severed limbs, appeared across their