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The facts made the decision hard. Fulgrim had played a dangerous game and realized unlike the times before that he had a plethora of tools that were available to a commander. You do not use a spade where a sword would be used, and you do not throw forward your least armored forces forward until the chance has proven itself valuable.
What the Omnissiah was seeing now was tactics built upon nearly two centuries worth of spite. The anger being crystalized through a dozen wars and the greatest war that has yet to scarred the Imperium.
With a push of his will the Omnissiah called out to his forces, his connection being through the Manifold instead of the Vox that he was so use to using. A chorus of cheers came from not only the pilots, but the ancestors who have infested the systems of their Manifolds.
The Daemons of Slaanesh were running with lipless mouths opened wide. Their ling forked tongues hanging in the air as they were being presented with the tasteful meal of damning flesh. Their laughter was that of harlots who had seen the tasteful meal of damned men near a fire.
The blare of horns came from the sides of the battlefield. The strumming of motorized limbs roared with power. They rippled with the power of the divine might that each of their kind were gifted by the will of the Machine God.
Impact.
The screams of women and men, distorted by the warp, came as the Knights clad in Martian Red plowed through their forces. As they came from the sides the skies were filled with hundreds of troops that were sporting jumpacks. Some of them were the Imperial Fists using what weapons remained to exact their damage upon the enemy while many of the others were the Automata of the Cult Mechanicus.
Vultarax Automata platforms came from above with rockets and electrical shocks upon the enemies of Mankind. Their powered weapons sinking deeply into the forces that were present with a damning strike upon the middle of the spearhead that was coming through.
Next to them was the Imperial Fist, each of them unnerved with how just a moment ago their feet had been floating above what could closely be called ground. Their terrors quickly forgotten as they sank their chainswords into the daemon-women.
