The bronze-colored gunboat emerged from the clouds, and its scanning array looked down like a fly's compound eye. It immediately withstood the firepower of anti-aircraft weapons, leaving patches of dark green fire rain on the ground.
Thousands of fighter planes were released, adjusted their direction under the capture of gravity, and then after entering the atmosphere at 50,000 meters, they rotated and unfolded their iron wings, revealing their ferocious faces to the ground.
The view continues upward - at an altitude of nearly 40,000 kilometers from the ground, a crack spanning nearly a thousand kilometers is opening silently.
A dozen space battleships above the Grand Cruiser level had just left the subspace, and they couldn't wait to adjust their attack angles in the direction of Pestma.
And just a moment later, the thick beam of light had already passed through the 40-kilometer-thick atmosphere, arriving first amidst waves of terrifying howls that penetrated the air!
Time goes back five minutes, just before the subspace rift opened.
On the battlefield where he was fighting the main force of the Imperial fleet, Mortarion finally waited for the signal he wanted - the demonic tide.
Since the beginning of the war, the death, fear, despair and distortion that Mortarion had brought to this galaxy finally broke through a certain threshold at this moment in the form of a raging demonic tide.
In response to his call, Nago's corrupting power began to gain the upper hand here again, bringing many evil spirits suppressed by the Gray Knights back to reality.
The power of subspace poured into reality unbridled, engulfing the entire Chaos fleet in black and purple mist.
And at the moment when the auspicious omens of the Imperial fleet and the Blackstone Fortress failed, Mortarion got his wish and led the entire fleet to complete a premeditated death jump!
The Endurance, which was supposed to be on the battlefield in front of Blackstone Fortress, disappeared from the sight of the Imperial Navy, and then reappeared from the other side of the galaxy!
What caused the hearts of the Imperial Fist and the admirals to stop was that the location where it jumped was exactly the orbital defense line that had just been torn apart after Peiwei Wu was penetrated and fell into silence!
The flagship of the Death Guard, the Endurance, emerged from the center of the dark crack like a huge bronze coffin.
Visible and invisible demons cheered and roared as they leapt past the Endurance's huge body. Billions of seeds carrying the power of corruption were spread along the gravity towards the planet beneath their feet.
"Destruction, only destruction!"
Nearly ten thousand legion soldiers roared silently in the chaotic fleet, and more souls integrated into these semi-biological fleets were whispering!
The priests of the Black Mechanicus crawled in the corridors like centipedes, using their dense blades to caress the intestines of these creatures that could barely be called space battleships.
And after all these blasphemies and distortions are gathered together, they all converge towards their common master!
The demon primarch, who fell into chaos, felt the boundless power in his body and looked at the world beneath his feet with a detached but indifferent gaze.
At the moment when the demonic tide reached its peak, he slowly stretched out his palm and pointed at Pesma's orbit, and then held it from afar as if it was light but heavy!
Buzz!
It seemed like a bomb with a fuse lit, or like the first atom collapsing in the fusion reaction chain.
Huge psychic energy fluctuations spread in a ring with Mortarion as the center, and the huge demon tide with the subspace rift as the center, and the billions of demons in it that were screaming and rushing towards the planet, turned into a demon in the next moment.
ash!
Countless demons and unborn people were sacrificed the second before they were about to touch real life!
The howl, loud enough to be heard by the entire galaxy, declares their unwillingness!
And it was this force, under the control of Mortarion, that forcibly penetrated the energy shield of the planet Pestma, causing hundreds of position generators distributed across the entire planet to shut down at the same time!
"Destroy! Destroy everything here!" Mortarion ordered in a low voice.
Unleashing the power of the demonic tide in advance was his compromise to the current situation. The unexpected intensity of resistance on the Gothic battlefield made the progress of the entire battle far behind his expectations.
The pace of the war must be accelerated, and Mortarion was vaguely aware of the threat.
Reinforcements from the Empire are coming from all directions, and the Black Legion, which is a friendly force, is not trustworthy in the eyes of Mortarion.
Dear father, from Mortarion's perspective, Abaddon's control over the barely considered warband union was limited to breaking out of the Eye of Terror's blockade.
And after they passed through the imperial blockade, he only had theoretical control over these warbands...
In the worship hall of the Endurance, Deathshroud and the Chaos Lords were kneeling on the ground facing the portholes. They had no way of knowing Mortarion's situation. They only knew that the majesty of that figure at this moment was comparable to that of a god.
"As you wish!" The bronze-armored giants agreed happily, and then each walked towards their own war gang.
In response to Mortarion's edict, the entire fleet adjusted its angle at this moment, aiming the belly of the battleship towards the ground.
Nearly ten thousand Astartes warriors, led by the Chaos Lords, stepped into the airdrop pod called the Death Claw in groups.
So after thousands of years, the most representative tactic of the Great Crusade era - legion-level orbital airdrop - reappeared in the empire's territory!
The dense rocket tail flames in orbit made the sky pale for a while!
"Stop! You can't go any further!" Feeling some kind of threat instinctively, Calvin said toward the cockpit.
After receiving his reminder, the experienced Storm Eagle pilots had noticed the threat in the sky, so the red tail flames of the Storm Eagles suddenly turned blue, and the rocket jet holes on their flanks were opened one after another.
The fuselage, which weighed more than a hundred tons, began to vibrate violently, and after falling sharply at a short distance, it drew a violent arc in the air!
"Your mission ends here, you can move freely in the rest of the time!"
Calvin said to the escort aircraft group on the opposite side of the communication channel. Above the valley, after seeing the Storm Eagles complete their landing, the escort aircraft group circled above their heads and headed straight for the battlefield.
"They're going back." Sutherland looked at the direction the planes were leaving, not optimistic about the prospects of those soldiers.
Talos just nodded slightly silently, then squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the sky.
"The conditions for airborne strikes are ready, they are coming soon!" He reminded Calvin in a low voice, but received no response. So Talos looked at Calvin, who was also maintaining the same posture at this moment.
"madman!"
Sure enough, the next second, Calvin exclaimed angrily.
Because within his huge psychic perception, what is ahead of the thousands of death claws representing the Astartes is a seven-kilometer-long giant that is falling at a terrifying speed!