"Positions? Do you have the nerve to call those things you built positions in front of that thing?"
"I'll say it again: one hour, one hour at most. Any troops that haven't returned to orbit after one hour, I will no longer wait for."
Abaddon spoke frantically, his expression showing a loss of composure for the first time in who knows how many years.
The crew dared not delay and worked frantically, while their eyes, no matter how busy they were, kept glancing at the surface outside the porthole.
After all, when a Bio-Titan is punched into the atmosphere, this kind of scene is something you'll probably only see once in a lifetime.
Even for the cold and efficient hive mind, when it saw its Bio-Titans either being blown to pieces by a single shot from the emperor titan's volcano cannon, or being thrown away after a test of strength in close combat...
The Tyranid Swarm, as the carrier of its will, would also pause from time to time after the emperor titan pulled off some new trick.
Especially when the Tyranid Swarm saw for the first time that its Titan could actually be thrown out of the atmosphere, the swarm paused for a full ten seconds, just like a person who had seen something unimaginable and was stunned in place.
Then it was 'Ultraman' fighting 'little monsters'.
No matter how many Bio-Titans charged up or how much firepower the Stompas roared out, they all kept collapsing into fragments in the sky before the much larger emperor titan.
Even if they wanted to send dense small units from the ground to get close, they would be blown into residue by the dense, unauthorized firing points on the Titan's body.
Now, the only ones on the entire battlefield who were relaxed were the Imperial side, who had finally digested what they were actually seeing.
After watching the 'blockbuster' of their own Titan single-handedly smashing the enemy tide for a while...
Many people even silently picked up the coffee that had long gone cold and they hadn't had time to drink, taking a slow sip while watching the screen.
"Good to watch, love watching it, bring more."
Looking at the many personnel around him who had even taken their hands off the consoles, Van Roth didn't know why such an inexplicable sentence suddenly popped into his mind.
Then, feeling thirsty—whether naturally or from being shocked by the scene before him—Van Roth actually scanned the area, preparing to find a cup of coffee for himself first.
But just as he lowered his head, a cheer came from the crowd around him. Van Roth couldn't help but look back curiously, only to see the fully charged Volcano Cannon directly aiming at the sky, erupting an exaggerated beam of light.
The target of the beam was none other than Abaddon's temporary flagship, which was docked in orbit.
Watching the hull directly pierced by the beam on the screen, and the crowds pouring out along the gap after the beam disappeared...
Van Roth even saw a few Chaos Astartes elites wearing Terminator power armor.
At the same time, from the pierced gap, even more transport ships and escape pods were fleeing in panic from this pierced warship.
He silently muttered a complaint that Sith was forcing the Titan to be used as a 'human cannon', and then began to silently pray for Abaddon in his heart.
Hoping that he would die a horrible death from that one shot of the Volcano Cannon from Sith.
While Van Roth was praying, Abaddon stood on the bridge where armor plates were constantly being lowered and everything around him was being blown everywhere by the rushing airflow.
Watching the Titan Legion that had been written off by Sith just after flying into mid-air, Abaddon's eyes widened, and he finally completely lost his rationality.
The Thousand Sons Sorcerer was still standing beside Abaddon, his powerful psychic energy pinning him in place as well.
Although Abaddon's face was extremely manic, the Thousand Sons Sorcerer still bit the bullet and reminded him: "Tzeentch is still waiting for the Warmaster to complete the transaction just now."
Upon hearing this, Abaddon slowly turned his head, looking at the Thousand Sons Sorcerer who was still worried about the will of the Chaos Gods, a grim smile gradually spreading across his manic face.
"Don't worry, isn't it just erasing the traces? I'll help Tzeentch erase them right now."
Abaddon spoke slowly, but the Thousand Sons Sorcerer, looking at Abaddon's state, felt a bad premonition instantly rise in his heart.
Disregarding rank, the Thousand Sons Sorcerer spoke hurriedly: "The premise is that Lord Sith..."
The words came to an abrupt end, and Abaddon's claw of horus directly crushed the other's head at point-blank range.
Then, facing the dead Thousand Sons Sorcerer, not knowing if he was roaring at him or at Tzeentch behind the sorcerer, Abaddon opened his mouth in a rage: "I am not my father! I am Abaddon, the Chaos Gods cannot control me!"
After speaking, Abaddon turned back to look at the bridge and suddenly swung his arm down toward Ustalii beneath his feet: "All forces, deploy all exterminatus weapons! I want to completely blow Ustalii to pieces!"
"And..."
"That lunatic on the surface!!!"
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