With a thunderous crash, the enormous Daemon head hit the ground, blood gushing out like water from a reservoir whose floodgates had opened.
The Blood Demon had been slain. A moment later, a violent Warp Storm swept across the entire Fortress World.
Around the world, the humans who had drunk Daemon Blood and were fighting the Loyalist Faction suddenly let out agonized screams and collapsed to their knees.
Their superhuman strength and endurance, along with their ability to suppress pain, were abruptly stripped away. They were reduced to ordinary mortals.
The rapid loss of that power even left their bodies feeling horribly hollow, weakening them beyond recognition.
Meanwhile, intermittent communications across the world returned to normal, and the law forbidding weapons vanished.
Titus, who was commanding the fighting on the front lines, keenly sensed that the presence looming overhead had disappeared.
He suddenly drew the Bolt Pistol at his waist and fired at the cultist soldier before him.
The gunshot cracked, and the Bolt Round tore the cultist soldier to pieces.
Titus snapped his head around to look at the veteran Metaurus beside him. Metaurus immediately used his helmet comms to issue an order to the Loyalist Faction across the world:
"Everyone! Switch to firearms and attack!
Tank units, start your engines! Roll up to the Grand Fortress before the sun sets!"
The moment the order went out, the Loyalist Faction's soldiers across the planet sprang to life. The engines of millions of tanks and armored vehicles roared as they raced north.
In the sky, strategic bombers and fighters formed air fleets that blotted out the sun, heading north to drop deadly aerial bombs on cultist-controlled territory.
Over a hundred Knight Mechs equipped with heavy weapons advanced alongside more than four hundred thousand Fleet Iron Guard, sweeping forward and covering