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Chapter 718 The Battle of Kamas 15
Leona stood behind a broken window of a relatively intact two-story building at the front line, observing the defensive layout of the square.

Her gaze swept over the densely packed enemy troops, finally settling on the wizard.

“We must interrupt him,” Leona said to Tycho Brahe and Samuel beside her. “The ritual is still ongoing, and every second we delay could solidify the rift and even summon a more powerful demon.”

“A direct assault would result in heavy casualties,” Company Commander Tycho said in a deep voice. He could see the dense firing positions and those massive demon engines on the square.

“We need to create chaos and draw their attention,” Grand Master Samuel suggested. “The Ravenwings can launch a high-speed raid, infiltrate their lines, and disrupt their plans.”

Leona pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“No, that’s too risky, and it might not be an effective threat to the wizard at the top of the pyramid.” She pointed to a relatively open area on the side of the plaza, but covered by collapsed giant pipes and building debris: “There, the enemy’s defenses are relatively weak, and there are enough cover to get close to the plaza.”

"Grand Master Samuel, I need you to send an elite squadron of speedboats, equipped with thermoelectric and plasma weapons, to launch a feint attack from that direction and draw enemy fire."

She then looked at Tycho: "Company Commander Tycho, when the enemy's attention is drawn, you lead the main force of the Holy Blood Angels to launch a frontal assault. There's no need to break through immediately, but you must apply enough pressure to keep them preoccupied."

"And what about you?" Tycho asked.

Leona's gaze returned to the pyramid, a resolute glint in her eyes: "I will personally lead a small team to cut through the gap you created and target Gorg directly. Only by killing him and closing the ritual can this all end."

This is a bold and dangerous plan, but it is also the most direct and effective solution at present.

Tycho Brahe and Samuel had no objections and immediately began deployment.

Soon, several Rand assault boats, equipped with heavy weapons, emerged from the ruins on the flank under Samuel's personal command and rushed toward the edge of the square like venomous snakes.

Their molten lava guns and plasma cannons unleashed dazzling beams of light, instantly destroying two Khorne skull turrets and drawing heavy fire from demons and traitors.

Just as Leona had predicted, the enemy's defenses on the front line showed a slight weakening.

"Holy Blood Angels, for the Emperor and Saint Gilles, attack!" Tycho seized the opportunity, raised his power sword, and led the crimson torrent in a fierce frontal assault.

Explosive bombs rained down on the demons' lines, and the roar of chainswords once again became the main theme of the battlefield.

The Holy Blood Angels, with their fearless spirit, clashed with the vampires and berserkers at the forefront, and the battle instantly intensified.

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, a deep green figure, like a ghost, flashed out from the flank of the Holy Blood Angels assault formation.

Leona held the Lion King's Sword, which shone with golden light, and was followed by more than ten carefully selected veterans of the Holy Blood Angels and elites of the Ravenwing.

Using the chaos created by their allies and the cover on the battlefield, they swiftly and silently penetrated the enemy's defenses, like a deadly dagger piercing the very heart of the ritual—the pyramid of bones.

Her movements were swift and precise, dodging sporadic shots. Any enemies who dared to block her way were instantly killed by the golden light of the Lion King Sword.

Her only goal was Gorg at the top of the pyramid. The ground war that would decide the fate of the planet Kamas had finally reached its climax.

Meanwhile, another decisive battle is about to unfold on the bridge of the "Cursed Horizon" in orbit.
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The bridge of the "Cursed Vision" was less a command center for a warship and more a blasphemous temple.

The once solemn control consoles and display screens were mostly removed or covered, replaced by a twisted altar made of fused bones and metal, and a crystal ball containing an unknown decaying substance.

The air was thick with the stench of decay and blood, and the whispers of psychic energy were almost tangible, trying to penetrate the minds of every intruder.

The hatch collapsed with a crash as the Deathwing Terminator violently broke through it.

Lion King Leon Aljonson strode in, his figure appearing even taller and more imposing in the dim, flickering, eerie light.

Three hundred Deathwing Terminators followed closely behind, spreading out quickly like cold shadows of death, taking up advantageous positions, their bomb guns and assault cannons aimed at every corner of the bridge.

The guards here are Therafax's most elite men—dozens of Terminators clad in heavy Chaos power armor and wreathed in dark energy, as well as many more Chaos cultists with frenzied eyes, wielding various blasphemous weapons.

And at the deepest part of the bridge, perched atop a platform made of twisted pipes and a throne, is none other than the fallen angel Serafax himself.

He slowly stood up. The dark green armor that once belonged to the Dark Angel was now covered with filthy runes and writhing fleshy growths. His once handsome face had become ferocious and terrifying due to millennia of betrayal and the erosion of chaos. His eyes burned with turbid psionic flames, a mixture of hatred, fanaticism, and a trace of barely perceptible fear from the depths of his genes.

“Leon…” Serafax’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, “Ten thousand years have passed, and you’ve finally caught up with me…like a stubborn old dog.”

Lion King Leon's gaze swept over Serafax like an ice storm from Caliban, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only pure, cold killing intent: "Traitor, Serafax. Your path began with the destruction of Caliban and ends today."

“Betrayal?” Serafax let out a piercing laugh. “It was the Empire that betrayed us! It was that damned secret, that endless suspicion and judgment! Look at you, awakened from a slumber of ten thousand years, the first thing you do is to rebuild your ridiculous, lying inner circle! How ironic!”

He spread his arms, and chaotic energy gathered around him, forming a dark red psionic shield: "And I have chosen true power! I have chosen freedom from all constraints! Look what I have gained! Eternal life, the favor of the gods!"

"All you will get is decay and destruction," the Lion King's voice was deep and filled with undeniable power. "And you will end here."

Without further words, the battle erupted instantly.

The Deathwing Terminators clashed fiercely with Therafax's Chaos Guard.

Explosives flew everywhere, energy weapons roared, and power weapons collided, creating blinding sparks.

The relatively cramped space inside the bridge makes the battle more brutal and direct.

Deathwing advanced steadily with its heavy armor and powerful firepower, while the Chaos Guard fought desperately with the bizarre abilities of the Chaos Blessing and their mad will.

(End of this chapter)