"That was the Death's Heads Legion, Horus's favorite Titan Legion."
"Fall back! Fall back!"
Following behind the Ghost Fox Legion was an organized enemy force. Those dark-toned steel giants radiated an imposing presence, their bodies painted black, red, silver, and gold. A silent pressure spilled from them, even surpassing that of the Ghost Fox vanguard.
Within the scanning arrays' sight, roughly one-third of the Death's Head Titans appeared to be covered in a strange filth.
Dense, pustule-like moss growths slowly writhed across the god-machines' shoulder armor, weapon mounts, cockpit heads, and lower hulls, falling to the ground with the Titans' movements.
The formidable Death's Head Titans had already been corrupted by the power of the Lord of Pestilence, undoubtedly making them even more terrifying and powerful.
The highest-ranking commander here, Dreadwing Grand Master Redloss, stood within the Diviner's Needle tower, watching the rebel Titans draw near through reinforced transparent glass.
Aside from the Death's Heads contaminated by Nurgle's power, the rest were pristine machines in peak condition, their paintwork gleaming without the slightest scar.
The rebels had reached the gates. Even with a cursory sweep of his naked eyes, Pharis Redloss could see more than a hundred Death's Head Titans, along with Titan engines from several other rebel Legions.
Even by the simplest rational assessment, the number of rebel Titans that had suddenly appeared far exceeded the loyalist Titans stationed in the Diviner's Needle defense zone.
Not to mention that their enemy was the notoriously powerful Death's Head Titan Legion.
An atmosphere of despair before annihilation shrouded the Diviner's Needle line, yet Redloss showed neither panic nor fear.
He merely waited quietly for the right moment.
He removed his black-and-gold tactical helmet, revealing a harsh face covered in scars and burn marks left by radiation weapons.
At that moment, a