Iax directed the fleet to easily surround the four Arks of Omen with their clean-cut breaches.
A breathtaking display of precision fire struck every breach across the surfaces of the four enormous ships.
The weapons revealed a side utterly different from their earlier brute force.
Every strike destroyed the seemingly living turrets on the arks with just the right amount of force, until all four Arks of Omen fell utterly silent.
Then a sweeping boarding operation began.
Transport ships dropped countless cargo containers straight onto the surface of each Ark of Omen.
The silver containers gradually unfolded, releasing swarms of mechanical bodies.
The Sentinels easily crushed the daemons, rebels, and cultists that appeared across those intricate surfaces.
Countless screams rose from the ground.
Bloody slaughter rapidly spread across the surfaces of the four arks before reaching deeper into the ships.
Nano-swarms advanced alongside the Sentinels and Armed Sentinels.
The silver tide dismantled the complex hull structures outright, converting excess material on the spot into automated sentry guns that stood where it had been.
The wreckage of every ship was swept clean. Intricate, interwoven structures were dismantled, and every inch of the hull was invaded.
Daemons lurking within fell in droves to the edges of Particle Oscillation Swords.
Although the daemons possessed some resistance to ranged attacks, the Sentinels' agile bodies and the masterful combat skills of every unit allowed them to reap the daemons as easily as an autumn wheat field.
Upon the Brass Throne in the Warp, the embodiment of rage and blood was naturally drawn to this immense battle.
His gaze faintly pierced the veil of the Empyrean and turned toward the blood-soaked battlefield, before he let out an enraged roar. The many figures kneeling before his throne trembled.
They sensed the anger and displeasure emanating from the