The battle had descended into utter chaos.
The Imperium's Titan Legion, those divine machines that should have been unstoppable, was now being divided and encircled by the Aeldari's cunning tactics.
The comms channels were filled with static torn apart by psychic interference and intermittent signals.
The other three Warlord Titans were each trapped deep within an encirclement, entangled with at least three Phantom Titans and large numbers of Aeldari units, unable to break free and provide support.
Even the loyal Titan guards had long since been pinned down by waves of Aeldari Avengers, Jetbikes, and Rangers. Every guard was fighting desperately to fulfill their duty, barely able to keep themselves alive.
For Gallagher, princeps of the Glory of the Holy Word, all hope of outside support had vanished.
All he could rely on now were his own iron will and that of his crew, the roaring god of war beneath his feet, and the Imperialis Militia units scattered around the Titan's immense feet, as tiny as ants yet still fighting.
"Left flank! Concentrate fire on that xenos on the left! Now!" the ground Commander bellowed hoarsely. His voice reached Gallagher through the comms channel, carrying an almost desperate madness.
Boom! Boom! Rumble—!
The ground forces brought every weapon they could muster to bear, from Leman Russ main guns and the arcing shells of Basilisks to volleys from the infantry's Lasguns...
Countless attacks hammered the intact Phantom Titan racing toward them like a raging storm.
Explosive flashes burst continually against the Phantom Titan's wraithbone shields, sending ripples across them, but failed to slow it in the slightest!
Against a top-tier Aeldari Titan, these attacks were no more than a tickle. They could not even make it reduce its speed.
The intact Phantom Titan had begun its charge!
Its massive frame accelerated