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Chapter 717 The Battle of Kamas 14
The boarding torpedo rammed into the hull of the "Cursed Vision" at near-suicidal speed.

The heavy metal hull was torn apart like paper by the precision-forged ram, the front half of the torpedo embedded deep inside the warship, and then the hatch was suddenly blown open by the hydraulic system.

What awaited Lion King Leon and Deathwing Terminator was a dense barrage of explosive bombs, laser beams, and the frenzied howls of the Chaos Cultists within the narrow passage.

"For the Lion King and Caliban!" Grand Master Belial's roar echoed through the communication channel. His Storm Bomb Gun fired first, blasting a cultist hiding behind a corner into pieces along with his cover.

The Deathwing Terminators, like mobile steel fortresses, charged out of the torpedoes with heavy but firm steps.

Their heavy Terminator armor was almost impervious to light fire; explosive rounds hitting it only left shallow craters and scattered sparks.

Their storm-burst guns, assault cannons, and plasma weapons unleashed devastating barrages, precisely and efficiently clearing away any obstacles in their path.

Lion King Leon walked at the very center of the group. He did not use any ranged weapons, but simply held the drawn power sword "Loyalty" in one hand.

Any enemy who dared to approach within ten meters of him, whether a twisted mutant or a Chaos Space Marine clad in power armor, was instantly slain by his simple, direct, yet destructive sword strikes.

His very existence is a source of strength, inspiring the Deathwing warriors to move forward fearlessly.

The interior of the "Cursed Horizon" is filled with blasphemous decorations.

The bulkheads were covered with writhing organic matter, the pipes were twisted into indescribable shapes, and the air was filled with a mixture of ozone, blood, and putrid odors.

Low, blasphemous chants and agonizing howls emanated from the ship's structure, attempting to erode the intruders' will.

But this kind of mental pollution had no effect on the elite of the First Legion, especially the Deathwing, who were led by the Primarch himself.

Their will is as unbreakable as the granite of Caliban.

The team quickly advanced toward the bridge.

The resistance along the way was fierce, but it proved futile and fragile in the face of the Deathwing Terminator's impenetrable defense and powerful firepower.

They destroyed several temporary defensive nodes and breached several psionic-sealed hatches.

They encountered real resistance as they traversed a vast area resembling a shrine.

Dozens of fully armed Chaos Terminators, led by a champion of unusually tall stature whose armor was studded with countless wriggling eyes, blocked their path.

Around the hall, even more cultists and mutants lurked in the shadows, ready to strike.

“Fallen Angels…” Lion King Leon’s deep voice carried a chilling killing intent as he recognized the ancient, desecrated marks of the First Legion on the Chaos Enders.

"Traitor! Feel the wrath of Caliban!" Grand Master Belial roared, leading the Deathwing warriors in a charge.

The two Terminator teams collided like prehistoric behemoths, the roar of explosives, the clash of powered weapons, and the shattering of armor instantly filling the entire hall.

This is a battle of strength and will without any fancy tricks.

Lion King Leon's gaze locked onto the Chaos Champion.

The opponent also sensed the Primarch's gaze, letting out a roar mixed with fear and rage, and charged forward wielding a power hammer wreathed in green evil flames.

Leon didn't dodge, charging straight at his opponent. The power hammer crashed down with immense force, but the Lion King merely shifted slightly, using the spine of his "Loyalty" sword to precisely deflect the fatal blow.

Sparks flew, and the immense impact momentarily stunned the Chaos Champion. In that instant of vulnerability, the Lion King's sword moved.

A cold, sharp light flashed by, faster than the limits of visual perception.

The Chaos Champion froze, looking down in disbelief to see a smooth cut on his Terminator armor. Then, his upper body slowly slid down the cut, gushing out foul blood and internal organs.

The Lion King didn't even glance at the fallen enemy; his sword thrusts continued unabated, sweeping into the enemy ranks like a whirlwind of death.

With each swing of the sword, a Chaos Terminator is either beheaded or cut in half.

The Primarch's power and skills demonstrated an overwhelming advantage over these corrupted offspring.

Under the Lion King's personal command, this elite force of Chaos Guardians was swiftly annihilated.

The remaining cultists and mutants were quickly wiped out by Deathwing's firepower.

“Keep going,” the Lion King said, flicking away imaginary blood from his sword, his voice completely calm. “Therafax is waiting for us.”

The Deathwing Terminators followed silently, stepping over the corpses of the traitors, and resolutely advanced towards the bridge, towards the ultimate goal of this boarding operation.
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On the ground battlefield, with the addition of the Ravenwing Forces and the continuous support of orbital fire, the Imperial army's siege of the city center of Hera entered its final stage.

Leona's command became more efficient and authoritative.

She seemed to be able to perceive the subtle changes on the entire battlefield at the same time. The mobility of the Ravenwings, the resilience of the Blood Angels, the bravery of the Crimson Crescent, and the firepower coverage of the mortal artillery were all perfectly integrated under her command.

"Grand Master Samuel, your left-wing assault group is moving too fast, creating a gap in its coordination with the Blood Angels. Slow down, or order the right-wing assault boat squadron to move to the left to fill the gap." Leona's voice was clear and calm through the communication channel.

“Understood, adjusting it.” Samuel’s response was quick and decisive.

"Company Commander Tycho, there is a psionic reaction under the ruins directly in front of you, possibly indicating a hidden wizard or altar. Call in the Blood Angels of the First Company, equipped with heavy weapons, and prioritize their elimination."

"Target locked, hot melt team in position."

"Artillery units, correct coordinates and cover the distorted group of statues in the southeast corner of the square. The enemy has set up skull-shaped artillery emplacements there."

"Coordinates received, fire support is imminent."

Her commands accurately predicted the enemy's movements, thwarting several seemingly dangerous counterattacks.

The demons and traitors, who had initially resisted by relying on the complex terrain and evil rituals, were forced to retreat step by step under the smooth and flowing offensive of the imperial army.

Ravenwing's fast vehicles raced across the cleared streets, cutting through and surrounding the scattered enemies.

The Blood Angels and Crimson Crescent Warriors followed closely behind, thoroughly purging every corner with explosives and chainswords. Dark Claws and Storm Claw gunships circled low, sweeping away any enemy units attempting to assemble with fierce firepower.

The battle lines quickly compressed towards the central square.

The enormous, boiling pool of blood and the pyramid of bones were already visible to the naked eye, and the ominous light cast by the torn, blood-red rift in the sky illuminated the entire plaza as if it were the heart of hell.

However, the forces guarding this place are also the most powerful. Not only are there numerous vampires, berserkers, and daemon engines, but also many more Chaos Space Marines clad in tainted power armor, clearly prepared for a final stand.

The Chaos Wizard named Gorg still stands atop the pyramid, wielding his mutated scythe arm, guiding the ritual, and maintaining the stability of the warp rift.

(End of this chapter)