The Degraded Dreadnought raised its weapon at the oncoming Imperium forces. Mounted on the side of its square main body was a long cannon with a deep, dark opening. Accompanied by a strange hum, it unleashed a chaotic attack.
A Leman Russ tank's frontal armor was struck by the attack, its heavy plating showered with wood splinters and metal fragments. Driven by the tremendous impact, the debris ground viciously against the armor, scraping its paintwork.
That alone would have been manageable, but as the Degraded Dreadnought's weapon drew even older and more dangerous technology from the chaotic, disorderly sea of the Warp, a colorless cylindrical beam shot toward the Leman Russ tank.
The colorless beam struck the Leman Russ tank's armor, effortlessly cutting a hole through it and continuing onward. In the process, a smooth cylindrical gap pierced straight through the entire tank, abruptly removing sections of its internal components and crew.
The invisible beam passed completely through the vehicle, carrying its cylindrical cuttings farther into the distance. Along its path, it sheared away parts of many people and vehicles.
"Banish those damn things to hell!" Benedict charged forward with his armored regiment, all manner of heavy weapons trained on the Degraded Dreadnoughts that had only just assembled.
The Space Marines of every Chapter and company aboard the mechanical behemoth could not suppress their desire for battle either, each seeking permission from their captains and chaplains to deploy.
"It's too early to go out now!" Wolf Lord Olwen growled at the other restless wolf pups. At that moment, he truly resembled an alpha wolf baring its fangs to cow the pack.
Olwen fired outside while lecturing the wolf pups. "Remember our mission: punch through these five defensive lines. Yet you've already lost your patience at the fourth? Always remember, you