Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, Titus was leading his company and countless troops of the Imperialis Militia in close combat against the Cultists.
Titus's iron fists were devastating. Every punch burst a Cultist's head.
The hundred-odd Astartes beside him were just as fierce, each more ferocious than the last, leaving Cultist corpses strewn all around them.
Just then, a transmission suddenly reached Titus's earpiece. It was Dainar, his chief Astropath and one of his core advisers.
Stationed aboard the battleship, Dainar had discovered something unusual.
"Lord Titus!"
Dainar said:
"I've strengthened the communications with psychic power. I have an unusual situation to report."
His words came through in broken bursts. Clearly, the Chaos Gods' domain was still interfering with the real world.
"Lord Titus, my psychic scans have detected eight special formation eyes around the Grand Fortress, where frenzied sacrificial rituals are underway.
Once these rituals are complete, Daemons will be summoned into realspace!
Through my Warp Vision, I've observed that the rituals at seven of the formation eyes are already complete. Only one remains, and for some reason, its sacrificial ritual seems to have been delayed."
Titus punched apart the head of a Cultist lunging at him and asked:
"Where is that formation eye?"
"At the Grand Plaza. This is the Cultists' final sacrifice.
Once this sacrifice is complete, the eight will become one, and evil will be summoned into realspace!"
Hearing this, Titus glanced over the chaotic battlefield and found himself in a bind.
All his forces were holding the line on the main battlefield. He had no more troops to spare.
If he rashly pulled men away to deal with the situation at the Duel Arena, the main front might buckle under the pressure and collapse.
Gritting his teeth, Titus suddenly shouted:
"Gadriel!"
Gadriel, who was up