"Enemy attack!"

Known as the City Breaker, Frix roared hoarsely with all his might.

But even a cry that shattered the walls of the city was only a flash in an instant and disappeared into the more terrifying torrent around him.

The loud thud of cannonballs and beams of energy tore through the air, crashing against the Iron Warriors' defenses and trenches like raging waves, and as far as Fryx's eye could see, the Red Dragons' massive armored forces and the rebel banners depicted in twisted shapes.

In the face of the rolling iron stream of armor, artillery, warplanes and mechanized troops, even Astarte's will seemed so weak.

The Sword of Destruction, the Rhino Armoured Personnel Carrier, the Executor Tank, the Chimera, and the Commander Missile and Hydra anti-aircraft self-propelled guns looming at the end of his vision.

Frix discerned the attacker's equipment, looked down at the blaster in his hand, and remembered the 150mm cannon that had just been dragged out of the warehouse, only to feel a sore tooth in his mouth.

Then, a strange noise in the air caught Frix's attention again, and he looked up to see about two squadrons of Thunderhawks hurrying towards his defensive line.

“…… Grass. ”

Is this really the firepower of a planetary garrison?

But the Iron Warrior knew he had no right to complain about going any further, because the artillery fire on his left, on the western outskirts of Carrena, had not stopped until now, and his genetic father, Perturabo, was sitting there to face the Red Dragons' most frantic attack.

"Anti-aircraft fire!"

Frix roared to convey his orders, as his communicator was overrun by a jumble of gunfire and shouting, unable to bring any order to his place.

Without waiting for a reply, he raised his gun, dodged out of the hiding spot, fired three shots in succession, and then quickly ducked under the tower on the other side.

With the sound of his gun, a heavily armed team of the opposing side was instantly dumbfounded, and behind them, the commander of the Executor tank fell directly on top of his vehicle, his head already exploded.

Frix didn't stop for a moment for his precision marksmanship, he quickly got to his feet, and in a few breaths away from his former position, behind him, the vengeful fire of the Red Dragons had plowed the entire land again.

The Breaker retreated, easily crushing or dodging the rocks in his path as he continued to shoot back, the Red Dragons' spearheads falling into the dust as the blasters rang out.

After running for about a hundred meters, Frix jumped straight into the position he had just set up, and more than twenty Iron Warriors were scattered among the trenches and ruins, blocking the intersection in front of them.

And at this moment, the anti-aircraft fire loyal to the Empire began to exert its power, and the city breaker watched as the leading Thunder Eagle was directly hit and exploded in the air, and its successors shook their wings restlessly, and finally drew an ugly arc in mid-air, and returned home.

But the defeat in the air did not dampen the insane will of the attackers, and with the sound of rumbling tracks toppling small buildings, hundreds of well-armed Red Dragon soldiers appeared in Frix's eyes, and they surrounded those terrible war beasts, suppressing the Iron Warriors' positions with a thunderstorm of steel barrage.

True to its name, the Red Dragons' offensive was unstoppable and unstoppable, completely ignoring the consumption of supplies, carefully burning every piece of land in front of them with cannonballs and fire.

The Iron Warriors were far more cautious in their counterfires than the deep-pocketed attackers, with Fricks and his men carefully calculating the ammo at hand, taking away the craziest opponent with each hit, or counting every heavy firepower with precision.

Under the control of the sons of Perturabol, even the old cannon continued to spew the deadliest tongues of fire, turning the Red Dragons' advancing vanguard tanks into flaming torches, completely clogging the main road in front of them, and then the Iron Warriors cleared the battlefield with bullets, chainsaws, and even fists until the last enemy who roared the name of Sitan fell.

Frix's gaze immediately looked around the entire position and his ranks, making sure that none of his warriors had fallen, and then he reached for his waist.

There's only one magazine left.

Before the Iron Warrior could lament his current poverty, he heard the most screeching noise, and Frix looked up to see a deafening noise in the places where the Commander missile cart and the Hydra anti-aircraft self-propelled guns were displayed, and directly above them, two squadrons of Thunderhawks had already been killed.

This time, they were extremely resolute.

——————

For the Iron Warriors, this battle was far from easy.

Although Peturabo and his children were not unprepared thanks to Magnus's timely warning, the intruders were moving faster than they thought.

Less than twenty minutes after Perturabo gave the order to evacuate the inhabitants outside the city, the first air raids from the Red Dragons were on the skyline, followed by a torrent of steel across the mountains, and behind the most elite armoured troops were the more numerous fanatical followers of the Sons of Sitan, who were in unmodified armed trucks, shouting mad slogans, and frantically rushing to the temporary line of defense of the Iron Warriors.

The Lord of Steel allowed his sons to temporarily abandon their defenses in this war, because he knew that if a few thousand Iron Warriors in Carrena with only light firepower were allowed to confront the armored forces head-on, it would be a massacre without suspense, and even if there were thousands of sons of the army, Peturabo would not throw his legion into this mortal hell.

Because this was only a disaster relief operation, the big guys who made the Fourth Legion proud were naturally placed on the fleet that stayed in low earth orbit, and Perturabo did not let his children build Carena into an impregnable fortress, as he had done in the past, and all this constituted the current crisis: after being able to disperse the outermost refugees, the Iron Warriors had to use their only blasters and individual weapons to fight the ruins of the city against a steady stream of armored armies, while protecting the civilians. While constantly retreating towards the central defense ring with the [Salimavis] fortress as the core.

And that's not the worst.

Almost at the moment when the Red Dragon Legion officially launched its attack, thousands of thugs suddenly attacked in the center of Carena City, and for a while, the communications of the Thousand Sons were occupied by hundreds of reports of violent incidents, and the Celestial Owl Sect's mind controllers were exhausted in indiscriminate slaughter, large and small, and barely controlled the stability of the most core area.

——————

Riman stretched out his hand, and for the forty-fourth time today, he swung his psionic whip and tore the dozen [Sons of Sitan] fanatics in front of him to shreds.

Even the genetic prototype could not explain this strange question: why were the followers of the [Sons of Sitan] still able to mix in on a large scale after the strictest and most cautious exploration and differentiation of the Sons of Magnus, even affecting the efficiency of evacuation?

There are no patterns, no characteristics, whether old or child, rich or poor, each of them can become the most crazy believer of the Son of Sitan in the next moment, killing strangers around them and even their relatives and friends.

[What's the situation on your side?] 】

Morgan's doubts reverberated in his brain, a direct link between two powerful psionics, thus avoiding the noise in the communicator.

"It's barely under control, but I can't guarantee it won't happen again."

Ahriman's interrogating gaze swept across the block in front of him, and although it was now mostly occupied by women, children, and the elderly, the sons of Magnus could no longer trust any of them.

Ahriman's psionic energy swept through the brains of these mortals over and over again, but he couldn't find the slightest clue, and his proud psychic readings and prophecies seemed to have been suppressed in some way, and their power was greatly reduced.

Chiko's company commander suspected that this was the reason why he was too close to the [Steadfast Light], and I don't know why, this golden age colonial ship used a lot of anti-psionic materials during the construction process, and even the decoration was full of a lot of anti-psionic elements, and those weaker Chiko couldn't even get too close to it, even the genetic prototype Magnus would be affected by the layers of anti-psionic devices of this giant ship.

Just as he felt more doubts, Ahriman heard the roar of the warplane's engines.

Then, the air raid sirens of the Iron Warriors sounded.

Ahriman looked up and saw about a squadron of tattered Thunderhawks swooping in his direction, and in their shadow were countless fleeing civilians.

"What's going on, Frix?"

Chiko connected to the communication between the two, and in the midst of the destruction of countless bombs and shells, he heard Frix's answer through gritted teeth.

"Thunder Eagle! Two squadrons of Thunder Eagles! They were simply insane, crashed directly into the anti-aircraft fire net, and we shot down only about one squadron......"

"Got it, leave it to me."

Ahriman whispered promise, then yelled in his head.

"Morgan!"

[I can hear you, you be quiet.] 】

The silver-haired woman's voice was full of complaints, and then, Ahriman's psionic eye saw an invisible iron curtain appear out of thin air behind him, and behind this iron curtain, the [Steadfast Light] had carried enough refugees, and the ancient colonial ships were slowly setting sail, ready to avoid this land of right and wrong.

Looking back, those Thunder Eagles were already close at hand—their goal was not disguised in the slightest, it was the [Steadfast Light] carrying countless people!

"Get out of here!"

In the midst of a low curse from the gritted teeth of Ahriman, the first fighter's ammunition suddenly twisted out of thin air, and the next moment, it fell in a volley of fierce martyrdom.

This was followed by a second one, where Ahriman directly crushed the driver's head, causing it to disappear with the scream of falling; The third plane also quickly followed in the footsteps, and as for the fourth plane, the spiritual energy of the commander of the Thousand Sons Company directly tore it to pieces.

The remaining Thunderhawks fired in unison, tilting out all their ammunition, and the moment they touched the Morgan Iron Curtain, they turned in unison, destroying all the fighters who couldn't dodge, and an entire squadron of Thunderhawks instantly turned into red and white fireworks in mid-air, and their corpses and debris were scattered all over the ground.

"Boom ——!"

Before Ahriman could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sudden earth-shattering noise behind him, even more violent than the fighting outside the city, which made the Astartes' ears tingle.

"What's going on!"

Ahriman roared wildly over the communicator, and at this moment, the communicator fell into a long-lost dead silence, and after a while, a voice answered him intermittently.

"Self-destruct! Ahriman...... Self-destruct! ”

"Calm down! Make it clear. ”

"It's self-destructing! A large number of refugees from the [Steadfast Light] joined the Sons of Sitan outside, and attacked the bridge and power room with a self-explosion! ”

"Power...... Unbalance...... We're going to ...... Fall! ”

The roar of the giant beast came from his ears, and Ahriman raised his head, only to see that the [Steadfast Light] that had just risen into the air was already billowing smoke at this moment, and the fire visible to the naked eye had spread to every corner of the ship, and what was even more terrible was ......

It's falling!

Carrena is finished!

Looking at the size of the giant ship, and thinking about what kind of energy it contained in its body, and then thinking about the fall of such a giant beast to the surface, with the various energy materials piled up in the center of the town......

Ahriman only felt his throat dry for a moment.

"Morgan ......"

Chiko's company commander gritted his teeth, and just as he decided to summon Morgan and the other Chiko, and even unite all their forces, for a final fight, a voice appeared that made him feel extremely relieved.

"No, Ahriman, my son."

Ahriman only felt a large red palm press down on his hands that were gathering psionic energy, and he looked up to see the figure of his genetic father, the Great Shore.

Magnus, get back in time.

"You've done well enough, now ......"

"I'll take care of everything."