Vengeance at the hands of the Red Scorpions would not be as swift as Karagon had hoped as the heavy ordinances began to fall on no man's land, ending both friend and foe alike.
"Target lock!" Karagon said into the vox.
"Acquired," came the response, and a long, blue beam of superheated plasma screamed towards the location of the technologically warped catapult. A moment later, screams followed as the flesh of the mortal enemies eviscerated to nothing. A purple beam made its way back over the theatre of war, its aim just as precise as had been received by it. No human cries followed, but the Apothecary would harvest his first gene seed that day.
Devastator marines began to move forward from the rear lines as heavily armoured vehicles relieved their position.
"The line is faltering." Voxed Cargore, the dark priest to Ferrum Umbra. The terminator champion took in the scene. He could send in his terminator squad, but he may need them later however the mortal fodder was no match for the primaris Astarte's of the Red Scorpions. He grumbled at his predicament.
"How much longer until she walks?" He asked the dark priest.
"95% complete." He replied through his granulated, chiptuned vox. Would Ferrum Umbra resort to unleashing his ultimate weapon?
"Perhaps, a test." He said.
"97%" replied Cargore.
Bolt rounds from the Emperor's angels were beginning to come into range and; having lost most of its velocity, pocked the tusked terminator armour of Ferrum Umbra.
"99- Ferrum Mundi, is ready. Blessings of the 8 fold path be upon him. All hail the chosen of -" The dark priest rattled on.
The scrap metal of the destroyed forges that had become the terrain of Ryboth hummed with a slight vibration that began to steadily grow.
"Do you feel that brother?" Asked Sabius.
"Aye." Voxed Geltus. "My sensors report a tectonic abnormality." And as if by prophecy, the earth began to split beneath their feet.