The enormous flesh constructs moved slowly, retreating from the enemy, while the God-Machines had no objection to shoving Melta weapons into their faces. You've got Void Shields? I'll stick my gun barrel right in your face.
Almost the instant the Titans spotted the enormous house, they all opened fire. Blood and metal fragments rained down together, and savage breaches opened across the "house." Blood streamed from it, and hazy apparitions of suffering souls writhed inside its wounds, constantly trying to crawl out, only to be dragged back by some mysterious force.
The Daemons and Daemon Engines attacked like mad, but Xiao Lan's orders were even crazier: an all-out attack of their own.
A Daemon dancing on top of a tank was rewarded with a burst of Psybolts from an Astartes Neophyte who suddenly emerged through the observation hatch, sending it back to the Warp. There was no helping it; that was the only space inside the tank large enough for an Astartes to sit.
The Daemons suffered unexpected losses while attacking the tanks, but their own forces were hardly doing any better. The longer they stayed here, the more severely their machine spirits were corrupted.
The Death Korps of Krieg had already cleared a path forward for them. Now they just had to blast through the enemy's shell and destroy every last one of their facilities.
The cavalry remained silent. Blood and cracks covered their gas masks, and their fully enclosed uniforms could not keep them safe in blood mist this dense. Every so often, a warhorse collapsed. Even these powerful animals became corrupted and died after inhaling too much of the blood mist.
The Krieg soldiers who hit the ground continued charging forward. They hated defending and never retreated. Atonement had to continue. Whatever enemies stood ahead, they would