"BOOM!!!"
The first thunderous blast tore through the dying planet's filthy sky, followed by countless piercing shrieks of objects cutting through the air.
Burning meteors—no, countless standard Drop Pods of the Iron Warriors Legion—trailed scorching wakes as they pierced dust clouds as thick as burial shrouds. Like iron fists of judgment, they hurtled down toward the walls, toward the endless tide of flesh!
They had not been deployed blindly. The moment the Drop Pods broke through the clouds, the Iron Warriors fleet's Main Gun Batteries in orbit completed their final adjustments.
Dazzling light flared across the heavens, briefly dispelling the murky yellow gloom below. Then searing white Lances, precise and charged with destructive energy, plunged vertically from the skies like swords of judgment cast down by the gods!
"HISS!!! BOOM!!!"
The Lances did not target scattered, mutated individuals. Instead, they struck precisely where the tide of flesh was densest, where writhing main structures resembling enormous vines or tentacles had gathered.
Extreme heat and energy erupted in an instant. The flesh monsters struck directly had no time even to scream before they vaporized in the blinding white light.
Those around them shrieked in voices no longer remotely human, like maggots thrown into boiling oil or worms exposed to the blazing sun. The immense flesh vines and vascular structures connecting countless individuals convulsed, shriveled, and burned under the scouring power of the Lances, releasing a nauseating stench of charred flesh.
Like a true insect swarm struck by annihilating fire from heaven, the surging, seemingly unstoppable tide of flesh visibly recoiled and scattered on instinct beneath the sudden twofold assault from orbit and the sky.
Those enormous structures, barely held together from flesh and machinery, writhed in terror, trying to curl into shadows, deep into the ruins, anywhere they could hide from that