The vehicles and self-propelled guns that the World Eaters had landed on the ground were firing at the sturdy and tall curtain wall around the Singer's Palace.

These facades were originally built to defend against a worldwide rebellion, and now, their sturdiness faithfully embodies all the intentions of the Mechanic Priests who built them.

Splashing sparks rose high, igniting the shattered and elaborate arcades of the former palace in a spiral of heatwaves, and clusters of blazing flames were everywhere.

Many of the originally regular buildings are sculpted into characteristic depressions and swirls by randomly fired gravitational wave weapons, exuding a strange distorted beauty in the randomness of the material in the final wave.

The "dots" generated by the vortex cannon tear apart the physical surface of reality, leaving a series of uncomfortable and indescribable traces.

The bombardment of Typhon's heavy siege tanks and petrified lizards continued until the earth could not withstand it and cracked open huge maws, devouring the collapsed city and the last traces of human life.

The siege missiles launched from the Whirlwind missile vehicle are like angels of death dragging long, radiant wings, whizzing through the sky, igniting everything as it returns to the ground from the atmosphere.

If an observer were here, it would be clear that most of the missiles appeared blind and skewed, and they did not have a definite target at all. The incisive navigator spirits of these weapons were burned along with the landing Twelfth Legion as they passed through the ionizing storm caused by the death of the planet.

When the deserted streets are rekindled and ominous smoke fills the sky, the artillery fire will calm down and the Devourers will march forward again on the devastated thing. Their ranged attacks are not precise, nor do they seek precision, but they have more supplies and preparations than the Loyalists, saturating them with ammo on their final strongholds.

Most of the attackers could only advance on foot, and the damage caused by the indiscriminate bombardment in the early stage was so severe that the rhino and rand raiders could barely move on the dilapidated surface roads, not to mention the burning-out ruins of the ground made of reinforced concrete funeral pyre: they still stretched as far as the eye could see, stretching to the end of the horizon.

The Thunderhawk gunboats that brought them down were no better, and the sophisticated navigation electronics on these aircraft, like the navigation systems on the Whirlwind missile vehicles, were sensitive to unstable storms of ionizing radiation in the upper atmosphere.

Even a behemoth as a mastodon super-heavy vehicle could do nothing, and their drivers found themselves struggling to maneuver through mountains of smoke and rubble, traveling only a limited dozen kilometers a day, not as fast as walking.

Nails and other more primitive instincts of desire drive the world-eaters.

The berserkers grinned and dripped, while relying almost entirely on muscle memory to drive and pilot their Rand Raiders.

Wobbing wings skim dangerously over jagged piles of rubble and dead skeletal towers, searching for their prey with the naked eye. The colossal Terminators followed, pulling their heavy steps through the dust as they used heavy flamethrowers in every nook and cranny they could touch, driving and slaughtering their former human comrades as if they were inhuman prey.

Eventually, tens of thousands of people landed and now only a few hundred loyalists remained, driven and gathered into the last and strongest fortress.

Somewhat dramatically, they were attackers here, but now they are defenders.

Leader's Palace.

Saul Tavitz stood between his brothers, waiting in the middle of the artillery fire to repel the next charge of the frenzied World Eaters against the walls.

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"It's okay...... It's all right, Daeor. Go and spend a while with the others, Wu'er, you're just...... Too tired, too lacking in energy, in this situation anyone can make mistakes. ”

Angron Petra gently told Daeor, who was kneeling in front of him and screaming in repentance, and then asked Korag to take his brother, who was crying so bitterly that he could not stop, to calm his mind for a while.

The reborn veteran is now known as the "Singer" Kolag, and others commemorate and praise the original for their miraculous resurrection.

He was also responsible for assisting his Primordial in the subsequent retrieval of other lost loyalists. Yes, Kauaug now fully acknowledges that he has two Primitives and listens very carefully to everything Angelon Petra says. Now, like the rest of the soldiers who followed the Original, he painted his shoulder armor and other parts black with the black soot that could be found all over Istavan III.

"I will join you in the coming battle to mourn and avenge the valiant loyalists."

Angron Petra announced this, and the members of the 3rd, 12th, 14th, and 16th Legions bowed their heads to him and swore loyalty to him in the heart of his noble grief.

The arrival of a loyal primordial was undoubtedly a shot in the arm and a coagulant for the Legionnaires, but more worries were spreading in secret.

Angelon Petra knew what they were worried about.

One is that not only can he use psionic powers, but he does have the same form and appearance as Angelon, who is chasing them—well—though it's hard to believe at first glance—but the Legion warriors who have narrowly escaped the slaughter and hunt of the World Eater Genoplasm can't fool people by their first glance and the fear in their eyes afterwards—especially the Ironhearted Merciful.

He stretched his psychic barrier as far as he could, sheltering the warriors from multiple searches so that they could have more respite, and using the new techniques he had learned since the old Nukeria to "soothe" the warriors who were tired, wounded, and even more unacceptable after learning that he had been abandoned by the Original.

Thanks to the miraculous power of the Ironheart's Merciful Ones, most of them survived and became stronger like hardened steel, with the World Eaters who had stopped nailing as their backbone.

The second is that they will be more worried about his loyalty than if he is a betrayer. Because apparently, the fleet and the Great Betrayer in orbit don't want to leave any living creatures on the ground of Istavan III that can still breathe, and if you watch a loyal Primordial lose here—

They will die without apologizing.

However, when they were dropped by the drop pod, they had no means to leave the surface of Istavan III, and Horus Lupecar was determined to kill them all.

But Angelon Petra doesn't think so.

He already had some preliminary ideas, and they would have perfected it when he had once again poured out of Perturabo's gifted metal tube on the morning of the ninety-ninth here, when he had once again poured out a full space marine-specific ration from Perturabo's gift metal tube.

"So, now you should be the last people around here."

Kylelohn stood silently in front of the red-haired king, holding his tattered helmet around his waist in one hand as he made an audience with the monarch.

His jaw tensed, showing tension against the oppressive forces of the progenitor, but he still managed to keep the Shadowmoon Wolf neither humble nor arrogant.

"That's right, respectfully...... Lord of the Iron Heart, I have news here about the last two strongholds. ”

"Tell me about it."

"The underground station we are in right near the center of the city, it is east-west, it is easy to judge the direction, to the north is the palace of the singer, there should be a large number of loyal soldiers of the Third Legion holding out, judging by the sound and the range of the explosion, the attack on them may be fierce, but there should be the strongest surface structure on the planet. To the south of us, with its fortified church complexes and many hidden catacombs, is a good defensive stronghold, and I have been told that Gavel Lorcan of the Sixteenth Legion, as commander, is ready to gather all the loyalist warriors there. ”

It was clear that Kyle Lorne would have preferred to join up with Gavel Lorcan, but he resisted the urge to speak further and simply presented what he knew.

This made Anglon's evaluation of him rise a lot.

Pilamus, whose face was wrapped in a rough cloak and a drug-soaked bandage, had a look of obscurity - he had been nearly ground into a bloody mass of stone by a World Eater berserker in the previous dark melee to protect Kyllohn and Daeor.

Fortunately, Angelon still had the apothecary on hand, and although he lacked medicine, with the help of a small amount of the original magical psionic power, they still managed to save the emperor's son as much as possible.

"But I've heard that Gavel Loken may have gone to join Saul Tavitz," said the Emperor's son, who did his best to perform the courtly courtesy of a court swordsman, grinning in pain, "This is the last time I've captured a few words that I haven't had time to share and verify." ”

"So." Angelon Petra pondered that the next decision would be crucial, and nearly a hundred warriors looked in the dark with broken eyes at their King of Wonders.

The Genogen pondered, unaware that the only glimmer of light leaking from the cracked ground was shining on his gold-silver armor, making his entire being look glowing.

"Let's go to the South ...... first"

No, wait, it occurred to Angelon Petra that the Space Marine's ration grains showed the imprints of ancient symbols on the mold, and the stars of the eight-pointed disc were especially long.

Polaris。

Polaris.

He thought to himself.

"Gather everyone, explain the points to watch out for on the road, assign all the units that move slowly and inconveniently, and I want to make sure that everyone has access to assistance and control."

The Genoplasma made the decision, and he rose from the ruins of concrete, rebar, and rubble.

The light shone on his face.

"Let's go to the Singer's Palace."

(End of chapter)