As for being clean...
Sorry, the followers of the omnissiah do not fear radiation!
Even if there were underground factories still in production beneath the deployment zones, the Adeptus Mechanicus would not care in the slightest. At worst, they would just wait for this group of workers to be killed by nuclear radiation and then send new workers in.
After all, if even soldiers could not survive for more than a few hours, did the workers really expect to see tomorrow's sun?
If the workers insisted on seeing the sun before dying, then they would just drop more nuclear bombs on their heads. If they thought it wasn't bright enough, they could drop a few more.
It was only because the North Pole had powerful void shields and anti-aircraft fire that it hadn't already been thoroughly greeted by all sorts of extermination weapons.
However, even without paying attention to the rising mushroom clouds in the distance, if Sith merely shifted his gaze downward slightly, he could see several rows of towering behemoths, resembling moving mountains, slowly emerging from the horizon, shaking the earth with the massive red sun behind them.
Those were rows upon rows of massive Titans trampling the earth.
The Tyranid Bio-Titans were even arranged in formations, slowly pressing across the surface, one unit after another, their massive tails constantly spraying corrosive plasma, like meteors, toward the front.
However, the plasma flew slowly, while the shells, as large as buildings, fired from the opposite side slammed fiercely into the Bio-Titans' thick chitinous armor.
Because on the opposite side, there were equally exaggeratedly sized'Super Gargants' arranged in rows!
These crude and barbaric Ork Titans were using their equally massive cannons to roar out plumes of black smoke as a response to the Tyranids.
And beneath these massive Titans on both sides were even more medium-sized Titans, small vehicles, and a boundless flood of ground troops, like grains of sand!
The insane commitment of the Tyranids and Orks made even the Chaos forces, who only wanted to open a control zone in a specific area to carry out extermination, feel a sense of despair.
Because even if Abaddon threw in two Titan Legions at once, the hodgepodge of only two Warlord Titans, four Reaver Titans, and a dozen warhound Titans could simply not compare to the frenzied Tyranids and Orks.
Even without the interference of the Imperial side at the North Pole, Abaddon had not made any progress toward his goal.
Even in orbit, seeing that the Imperial side had managed to cultivate such a situation—where the Tyranids could even arrange their Titans in formations—even Abaddon couldn't help but fiercely curse the Inquisition in his heart for doing such inhuman things!
Subsequently, facing such terrifying and desperate enemies, he deployed extermination weapons even more recklessly!
At the same time, watching both sides refuse to give an inch, Abaddon could only grit his teeth and send more landing forces while glaring viciously at the North Pole.
No matter which side's Titans won later, the next one to be beaten up would inevitably be the Imperial side.
Abaddon even thought of Sith, who was currently at the North Pole, and a huge sense of anticipation welled up in his heart.
You beat me up, I accept it. But facing this Titan melee that was already akin to a 'War of the Gods,' Abaddon did not believe Sith could still remain so relaxed!
Meanwhile, at the North Pole command center, even though Sith was not participating in the command, merely by watching the earth-shattering battlefield in the distance, he knew that once the opponent turned their targets, it would be the end for the Imperial defenders.
Watching as even Abaddon pulled out a decently sized Titan Legion, Sith watched for a long time before finally unable to resist interrupting the high-ranking command staff behind him.
'This is a Forge World. Do we not have Titans?'
Around the noisy command console, the crowd grew slightly quiet upon hearing Sith's question, then looked around at each other. Finally, it was the Fabricator-General and Shahansen who provided the answer.
The Fabricator-General summoned a servitor skull, which immediately projected a battlefield far from the control zone.
There, almost never seen, countless Adeptus Mechanicus Skitarii clad in red gear-patterned robes were surrounding a fallen Titan, one even larger in volume than the Bio-Titans and Super Gargants, with a church palace atop its shoulders.
Just by looking at the image for a glance, Sith could tell that to save this Titan, the Adeptus Mechanicus had almost thrown away the hundreds of millions of Skitarii across the entire Ustalii.
Shahansen explained beside the projection:
'Ustalii also has a Titan Legion, but it had already collapsed due to overwork long before you, my lord, arrived.'
'The Adeptus Mechanicus is currently rushing to soothe the machine spirit, hoping that the Titan can stand up again...'
'Not a Titan, it is a God-Machine!'
Shahansen's words were rarely interrupted by the Fabricator-General, who even corrected Shahansen's phrasing very seriously.
Seeing the Fabricator-General get agitated, Shahansen did not get angry but just sighed, then looked at Sith with a serious expression:
'This one, indeed, is a God-Machine.'
'Because this is a relic from the Dark Age of Technology, the most powerful ground unit of the Imperium of Man, a walking divine punishment, a mobile fortress of faith, surpassing the Warlord, and even the Warmaster... an Emperor-class Titan!'
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