Wooden, stone, metal, gaseous, liquid, plasma, bone, organic, and inorganic projectiles slammed against the mechanical behemoths' armor. The Warp's chaotic and disorderly nature was laid bare through this barrage. That was why no Degraded One fighting at full firepower could ever be underestimated—one second, he might be firing splinters of wood; the next, he could drop a massive ball of plasma right on your head.
Dimit listened carefully to the sounds of all kinds of ammunition hammering against the armor plates. The ceaseless clamor irritated him greatly.
"All mechanical behemoths, prepare to bombard the fourth defensive line. Activate the Incinerator rocket launchers."
At Dimit's command, certain locked equipment on the mechanical behemoths could finally be used. Their elongated rear sections had suffered the least damage, though they were not meant for carrying soldiers. Heavy top hatches swiftly opened to either side, revealing numerous Incinerator rockets as thick as a Space Marine's waist.
An electronic signal was transmitted, and the Incinerator rockets launched vertically into the sky. A small camera sat at each rocket's tip, serving as the machine spirit's eyes for observing the battlefield. The machine spirit scanned. The machine spirit locked on. Then the rockets hurtled savagely toward the fourth defensive line with irresistible fury.
The trails carved by the rockets instantly filled the sky. Before the first barrage had even struck the ground, the servitors controlling the loading mechanisms had already finished loading the second.
The first barrage hit, its explosions as dense as a brief downpour. Fireballs merged and surged upward, forming towering pillars of flame nearly a kilometer high. The entire battlefield was lit crimson by the dome-shaped cloud of condensation.
"Throne above, I'd say the defensive line ahead is finished!" Matt cried dramatically, but Benedict felt that this was not over yet.
"The firestorm dealt