Imperium Titan.
The Lord of the land, the angry messenger of Machine God, the great mountain made of technological miracles...
Imperium of Man There are many poets who want to praise Titan Legion, but when those poets who are good at using gorgeous words to describe all things actually see the scene of the Titans marching, their brains often freeze on the spot, and they are unable to even form a sentence. In the end, they can only imitate the uneducated garbage guys at the bottom of Hive City and exclaim in shock.
"It's so damn big..."
Titan Legion, which was teleported in an instant, made this huge impact even more shocking. Even those summoned objects that had no will of their own and relied entirely on the caster's orders were frightened and froze in place by the sudden appearance of a series of steel mountains in front of them.
Team Imperial Army, who were shrouded in the shadow of the Titans, first burst into excited cheers, and then began to collect their dog tags so that they could leave something to prove their identity if they were accidentally injured by the Titans' firepower.
"Enemies are everywhere." Warhound Titan, who was in charge of the reconnaissance, howled at the fighting Far Eastern Cliff like a bloodthirsty wolfdog. Beaumont, Earl, who was in charge of commanding them and was also the pilot of Warmaster Titan, replied coldly.
"Then open fire everywhere. This filthy world needs our firepower to purify it!"
Warmaster Titan's huge ion cannon began to charge. Just the process of accumulating energy caused the temperature and radiation value of Far Eastern Cliff to become unbalanced. When the devastating projectile was ejected, there would definitely be an additional glazed basin made of molten rock in this place.
Six lighter Warhound Titans advanced to the side of the Imperial Army team and used their own Vulcan Mega-bolters to clear the summons in the mountains. Such terrible firepower was beyond the ability of the summons to withstand. Tens of thousands or even more summons could be cleared with one sweep.
And the heat flow emitted by the blazing hell cannon makes even the demonic monsters immune to fire feel that death is imminent. The fire-immune monsters are directly vaporized by the ultra-high temperature. Is there any more humiliating and desperate way to die than this?
Warlord Titan was not satisfied with these meager results. Beaumont Earl led two Reaver Titan and one Apocalypse-class Titan that dominated the sky to go deeper into Far Eastern Cliff. Their huge and advanced Auspex device had captured Primarchs Signal of Leman Russ.
"Support Primarchs! Go to his side!"
As Titan Legion launched a crushing offensive, the troops on the ground were not to be outdone. The Space Wolves and World Eaters legions used several charges at all costs to crush the defense line composed of high-level monsters, and came to the edge of the battlefield to encircle and kill Leman Russ. Adeptus Custodes and Angron also arrived.
Damn... the enemy's support came too quickly...
Ainz looked at the Titan Legion who was slowly approaching and continuously projecting the rain of destruction, and the murderous Space Mariness on the ground. He suddenly felt that his hesitation just now ruined the great battle situation. Maybe he should give up Shalltear's life in exchange for Great Tomb's victory!
How could I have such an idea!
Ainz was startled by his own thoughts. He would never give up any of the guardians. He swore an oath! He would rather die than let any accident happen to the guardians!
"Really? Do you really think so?"
A voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, making Ainz's spirit even more confused.
Dragon Emperor glanced at Ainz, and a decisive battle was about to begin. How could this ruler of death, who had repeatedly attacked Leman Russ, be shaken in his will? Shouldn't he be firm at this time and fight to the death?
He felt that the ruler Great Tomb was not as scheming and cruel as Platinum Dragon Lord said. On the contrary, Dragon Emperor felt that this Ainz was a pure novice in diplomacy and governance. He was hesitant and timid. His so-called imperial aura was forcibly brought out by the abilities of his subordinates and a scary skull face.
However, it was obviously meaningless to talk to Ainz at this time. Dragon Emperor looked at the Imperium of Man army getting closer and closer, and sighed softly, taking out all the souls he collected, keeping most of them for himself, and evenly dividing a small amount for True Dragon Lordss to use.
Thousands of souls flowed into the body. Even Eight Greed Kings and True Dragon Lords had never mastered so many souls. Their somewhat wavering hearts were immediately strengthened by the huge soul reserves. They cursed Imperium of Man one by one for their cruelty, plunging the world into a meaningless doomsday war.
Angron didn't care about True Dragon Lords's barking. He just drove his brutal and rough Dreadnought armor to quickly rush to Leman Russ's side.
Why is there all sand here? The environment of Far Eastern Cliff does not look like a place where sand can be produced, and the air is too thin, which is more than a vacuum.
"Brother? Are you okay?"
Leman Russ was awakened by the voice of Angron. No matter how strong his resistance to spells was, he could resist the super magic spell Fallen Down cast by Ainz twice, and once with the ultimate professional skill - Eclipse. Death is still a big burden. His armor was full of cracks from Fallen Down. His body temporarily lost its ability to heal under the influence of the immediate death state. Pain and fatigue enveloped his body, making it difficult for Leman Russ to even move a finger.
Magic... is such nonsense... Not only is it powerful, but it also has such negative effects that are difficult to deal with.
Leman Russ complained in his heart. He looked at his palm and found that Shalltear, who was dying of coke, had long since disappeared. He didn't know that he died under that magic.
"It's okay... I won't die, I just feel pain all over my body."
Hearing Leman Russ's much weaker voice, Angron responded with even deeper hatred for these enemies who had hurt his brothers, and directly ordered Team Imperial Army to kill them by any means, even if it means turning the world into ashes.
Brightness Dragon Lord, Platinum Dragon Lord, Rotted Coffin Dragon Lord, Original Sin Dragon Lord, Holy Sky Dragon Lord...
They faced the blade that Imperium of Man was about to strike at the same time and made a posture. The magic circle constructed with their souls also had the same shape, but there was also a gap in their proficiency in using Wild Magic. Among all the True Dragon Lords, only Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, who had personally killed the player, was the most perfect and fastest when casting this Wild Magic.
"Even the souls will be wiped out." Looking at the two Primarchs, Deep Darkness Dragon Lord said in a low voice, "Wild Magic--Soul-Slaying Breath!"
The magic wave condensed by millions of souls was spat out from Deep Darkness Dragon Lord's mouth, as terrifying as the Styx in hell. The dark magic wave rolled towards the two Primarchs with twisted and screaming soul faces.