The Adamantium Warriors' formation rose and fell amid an endless ocean of daemons. Ammunition was running low, and both sides had plunged into brutal melee.
Anti-psyker effects and the Blood God's corruption battered the Primaris Warriors' minds in alternating waves. They were not about to fall yet, but the mental torment was merciless.
"Those damned Dark Angels haven't all been wiped out, have they? We've pushed too far ahead. We're a long way from our positions below."
"I hope those positions are still there, brother. But I wouldn't count on it."
"Everyone, advance another four hundred paces. If we can't find those bastards, we retreat."
The Adamantium Warriors felt their movement speed increase.
No-the ground beneath them was shaking violently.
Sand and dirt flew everywhere, and enormous rocks tumbled through the air. Even in the abysmal visibility, they could see Bloodletters being impaled by flying stones.
"Defensive formation! Outer ranks, brace!"
The outermost warriors assumed defensive stances. Everything on the ground overturned, and a raging wall of dust and sand appeared ahead, surging toward them.
"What sorcery is this now? Tight formation!"
The Adamantium Warriors pressed close together. Daemons, rubble, local plants, wild Power Swords, and Lion El'Jonson's offspring enjoying involuntary flight began raining from the sky...
The warriors at the front were battered senseless. Why does everything have to get thrown in my face?
The second rank had to finish things off with their melee weapons, helping relieve the pressure on the warriors ahead.
As for the warriors at the back...
It was like fishing things out of the sea. No-out of the sky.
Unfortunately, this was not a sorcerous storm. It was a physical shock wave.
When the storm subsided, most of the warriors' bodies were buried in sand and rubble. Daemons that had tumbled into their