With the battlefield as its center, the Red Tear and the other warships carried out devastating orbital bombardment.
The rotten, muddy earth, the ruined rusting wreckage, every Imperial line of resistance, and the enemy's siege engines were all reduced to ashes beneath the lances of light.
Traitors and loyalists who had fought across the wasteland for years were destroyed together. Raldoron had to erase, as thoroughly as possible, the traces of contamination caused by the Great Unclean One's appearance in realspace.
An area spanning hundreds of kilometers in radius was flattened, leaving Minoris Garmon 147 with an enormous, hideous scar. Perhaps that wound would remain even ten thousand years from now.
With the fighting temporarily over, Raldoron met the planet's highest-ranking surviving commander, a middle-aged general named Thundike Roy.
The noble Son of the Angel removed his helmet and met General Thundike in his true face.
Few paid attention to one fact: whether they had been ordinary humans with poor genetic qualifications or mutants born deformed, those implanted with the Blood Angels' gene-seed would, after nineteen surgeries, become Space Marines with elegant, handsome features and extraordinary, powerful physiques.
Yet whether they were handsome or not meant nothing to Space Marines. Everything they had was devoted to war and loyalty, while those vulgar, tedious desires had long been cast aside.
"Thank you for your support of Minoris, my lord." Though General Thundike spoke words of gratitude, his expression showed no softness whatsoever. It was as cold and hard as stone.
The Blood Angels had indeed sent reinforcements, but they had also bombarded his world. The region extending hundreds of kilometers around the battlefield had become a crystalline white wasteland. Starlight could even gather there, refracting through the atmosphere to form a second sun.
They understood that the Blood Angels' actions had