The Ghost Fox Titans were the first to reach the battlefield. They moved with astonishing speed, flickering through the dim light like phantoms.
The low grinding roar of Titan machinery was like the howl of some unnamable monster, while the Chaos-corrupted machines let out even more spine-chilling bellows.
Searchlights deployed around Divination Needle swept back and forth across the ground. Massive illumination flares were fired into the sky, slowly descending after reaching their apex and providing light for the Titans and ground forces.
Aisha saw the augurs blaring madly. Enemy red dots had clearly surrounded a friendly unit.
"It's the Iron Huntress! Omnissiah, she's surrounded!"
The Daemonic Goddess and the other war Titans poured out firepower to support their ally, hoping to suppress the enemy's advance and tear open a path through the wolf-pack-like encirclement.
At that moment, atop the high walls, the ground-based artillery and high-energy laser cannons personally operated by Dark Angels veterans were calibrating their aim. The mortal workers who had been driven away operated augurs and other equipment, providing support.
It had to be said that deploying Astartes directly onto the battlefield as infantry was perhaps an incredibly wasteful way to wage war.
The true strength of the Astartes did not lie in their superhuman bodies, but in their extraordinary capacity for learning and adaptation.
Their brains learned and reacted far faster than those of mortals. With microsecond-level reactions, while mortals were still frozen up, they had already operated the weapon systems and locked onto their targets.
Not to mention that in an environment as harsh as a gun emplacement, the heat radiating directly from the weapons systems was enough to nearly cook the gunners alive. Every thunderous blast from the massive cannons also inflicted internal injuries on mortal soldiers through the shockwaves.
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