When that meteor ripped through the clouds and shattered the sky with its shockwave, the Anti-Air Barrage that had been focused on the other landing vehicles paused for a moment, then unanimously re-targeted their Anti-Air Firepower on its hull.

A few thousand Astra Militarum, even if they were elite, could hardly stir up big waves if there were Traitor Astartes among them. But if that thing landed safely, the level of combat intensity they'd have to face would be on an entirely different level.

The Iron Warriors commander on the comms, however, praised the Cultist Commander's swift response and stated with conviction that, after calculations, they found that the existing Anti-Air Firepower was more than enough to intercept that somewhat intimidating large ship.

After that, as long as they eliminated those minuscule mortals who landed, that Titan that was strutting around in the distance wouldn't be a threat anymore. They could drown it with their absolute numerical superiority.

After uttering those words and a promise that would help him get promoted, the Iron Warriors commander left the command room under the guise of "gathering his troops."

Soon, this Cultist Commander received reports that a large number of accompanying Space Marines had been reassigned.

At first, he thought that the Iron Warriors were indeed concentrating their forces, preparing to block the landing points of those vehicles in the sky. But as more reports came in, even he quickly realized that something was amiss.

Reassigning troops was one thing, but how could they reassign those who were stationed in core areas like Anti-Air sites? Even if they were confident in their calculations, they shouldn't be confident to this extent, right?

However, soon he wouldn't have to worry about this question anymore.

The massive amount of data and intelligence that was being sent back had been practically running naked after losing the professional cover provided by the Iron Warriors. Like countless lines converging at one point, this command post was glaringly exposed to the Titan's sensors, causing it to be listed as a High-Value Target (HVT).

The light of the Volcano Cannon effortlessly shattered the dunes and fortifications that stood in its path, only being stalled for a moment by the Plasma Shield Generator mounted on the command post before obliterating all the Cultists still inside, making them a negligible addition to the countless sacrifices under its guns.

And what the Iron Warriors had said wasn't entirely false. The landing force, the falling Land Battleship, and the Warlord Titan—each one wasn't unsolvable on its own.

But the problem was, three things had come at once this time.

Yes, the formation's current Anti-Air Firepower was theoretically capable of focusing fire and blowing up that Land Battleship in the sky. After all, its target was too large, and even tank guns could hit it if they could raise their barrels at the right angle. It could easily amass a large number of temporary Anti-Air units.

But would the Titan on the other side just stand by and watch as your various positions poured out their firepower? Moreover, the enemy had more than just one Titan; a bunch of Knight Armigers were still stomping around the formation like ants.

When three things came at the same time, there were countless instances of this, and the impact was far greater than the three appearing separately.

Therefore, after determining that continuing to fight wouldn't provide much resistance to the enemy, the Iron Warriors decisively decided to abandon this line of defense and concentrate their forces back to the rear.

As long as the second line of defense could be established, then everything could still be salvaged. These people had been airdropped in; if they couldn't break through the defensive line in a short period of time, their subsequent supplies would definitely become a problem.

At the same time, although this large-scale military operation certainly had the enemy's Navy providing cover, the Chaos forces still held the advantage in naval power over this planet. As long as they could buy some time and have a Battleship break through the enemy's naval defenses, the enemy would be powerless to turn the tide even if they had Titans under the orbital bombardment.

Of course, these were all future plans. The current reality that the Cultists were facing was that those things hanging in the sky had finally plummeted to the ground.

Hundreds of Drop Pods directly embedded themselves in various parts of the enemy's formation, their hulls carrying several Heavy Stubber Turrets that provided fire support comparable to an entire heavy machine gun squad, slaughtering the surrounding Cultists who lacked defensive equipment.

But this wasn't the worst news; the worst was that from those cylindrical objects, one by one, Cadian Shock Troops, who had been waiting for a long time, emerged, and they efficiently swept through the Trench Nexus, dividing the already fragmented formation into countless large and small pieces.

Senior commanders were out of contact, the not-so-solid offensive formation was divided, and heavy firepower was gradually being eliminated in the Titan and Knight's artillery fire...

Even the Daemons that the Cultists wanted to rely on in the end were barely able to block the onslaught in a few of the most critical locations, and soon, when facing the remaining Space Marines who charged up from the Counteroffensive, these Daemons were banished one by one by the weapons full of wrath in their hands.

Although it was certainly impossible for a few thousand people to eliminate so many Cultists, it was more than enough to have these elites seize and defend various key Trench Nexus points, isolating the vast formation from each other.

And just when the silence caused by both sides being unable to achieve results began to spread after the Drop Pods landed, a plummet to the ground became a sledgehammer that shattered the ceasefire.

The Ram Prow of the Land Battleship began to deform the moment it touched the ground. Under the enormous kinetic energy, the sharp point cast from high-grade Ceramite was reduced to little more than liquid.

Naturally, those enemies who were directly in the path of the impact were in an even more miserable state.

The Crimson Sand-trail was split apart and thrown up as the Land Battleship collided with the ground. By the time the countless particles thrown up a thousand meters blended with the air and obscured the lingering red tail, it had already transformed into a Sandstorm that was extending forward and swallowing everything.

Without even needing to be directly touched, the fine sand that had been quietly piling up together was transformed into a deadly weapon by the impact, tearing apart the flesh that was swallowed into the dust in countless abrasive events.

The Ram Prow shattered and the hull contorted.

When everything finally stopped, the gradually fading sand screen revealed the appearance of the fallen object at this moment.

The cratered, charred dents, the Bridge with cracks in its structure, and the various scars caused by the impact and Anti-Air Firepower were all displayed within the view of those who were watching it.

Yet it was under the cover of these countless scars that...

The pulse brought by the engines sounded again.

The Treads activated, slowly driving this 600-meter-long metal behemoth from its dormant state amidst the symphony of countless mechanical structures, directly breaking through the ground that the bow had been buried in and grinding towards the remaining enemies.

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