Astartes: The Red Tide
Chapter 415

Forward! Ever forward!

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This Emperor-class Titan represented virtually everything Malice had to his name. Its heavily corrupted missiles no longer produced ordinary explosions, but served as vessels capable of spreading corruption on a massive scale.

Once they detonated, they unleashed not only a furious blast of psychic shrieking, but also plunged their craters into utter darkness. Space within those areas became corrupted, taking on the conditions of the Eye of Terror.

When Astartes stepped inside, even their superhuman eyes could barely see beyond five meters. Their ears filled with the terrified dying screams of lost souls who had wandered into the Temple of Malice. Those piercing sounds stabbed straight into their brains, and Lesser Daemons might appear within as well.

The Sons of Spite could leap out of the mist at any moment and engage them in battle.

The black smoke pouring from the volcano screened it from the Strike Cruisers' attacks. Macro-cannon shells that plunged into the dense mist were transported into the Warp. The entire crater had been corrupted into a planetary-scale Warp shield, while the altar continuously spewed Warp energy, further corrupting the planet.

Seen from space, the world looked as though it had developed an ugly, hideous abscess.

The warriors aboard the warships had lost contact with those below. Fortunately, the Angels of Absolution's Deathwing fought relatively conservatively, leaving a considerable mobile reserve available in space.

How did Astartes deal with a Void Shield?

They jumped down and blew it up. Large numbers of Deathwing Terminators and an astonishing number of warriors had already been deployed below.

The Angels of Absolution's Deathwing were not debating whether to descend, but which relics to take with them.

Unfortunately, the fleet above had no Collegia Titanica forces on standby, and few of the Dark Angels' precious relics. Only for the sake of

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