Adam and his Iron Men subordinates unleashed a slaughter aboard the Iron Warriors warship. Perhaps his close-combat ability was still far inferior to a powerhouse on Sigismund's level, but his overwhelmingly virtuous firepower made Perturabo's sons suffer dearly.
The saturation bombardments and precision weapon strikes they excelled at had always seemed lacking to Adam.
No matter how powerful your firepower was, could it surpass a war-model Iron Man equipped with firepower modules?
The Iron Warriors' weapons could only be mounted on their own power armor, while the precious internal space was occupied by Astartes flesh and blood. How could that compare to Iron Men born entirely for war?
As long as they needed to, they could pile on heavy weapons with even greater madness.
With Lox's current technological capability, he could even cram a Titan-class main weapon into Adam's body without reducing its power while shrinking its size.
Moreover, the damage Iron Men could endure was far beyond anything the Iron Warriors, who cried that they were steel within and without, could match. Power armor existed in essence to compensate for the shortcomings of flesh, but Iron Men had no such concerns.
Even if their components were damaged beyond the self-repair capabilities of liquid metal, they could simply replace the components. If even the components were ruined, then they could replace the entire body.
The Iron Warriors despairingly discovered that, when facing these enemies who were truly steel within and without, the aspects they prided themselves on could no longer gain them much advantage.
"Switch equipment. Resupply." Adam issued the command to the dozens of Iron Men around him. They had fought all the way from the beaconless teleportation landing point to the bridge, and even the solid-ammunition weapons they carried had been completely emptied.
But that was no great