Chapter 237: The Blade of the Omnissiah

The army units redeployed by Creed boarded transport ships bound for the satellite, their descent commencing on the opposite side of the orbit as the Chaos Fleet clashed with the Talon Navy above. Upon landing, Cadia's engineering corps swiftly began erecting supply outposts. From the celestial engines, resources—engineering materials, munitions, and indispensable logistical machines—were transmitted directly to the troops' landing zones.

The supply outposts sprang up swiftly across the satellite's surface, the troops swiftly rallying to advance toward enemy positions, engaging in fierce combat along the equatorial line. To the east and west of the battlefield, vast weapons arrays loomed, with both infantry and Space Marines vying for control beneath colossal towers that vanished into the heavens.

Each array boasted thousands of turrets—mere specks from a warship's perspective but mountain-sized strongholds to the soldiers. The towers' sheer enormity allowed space within for close-quarters combat, with exposed gears, cooling pipes, and machine-space becoming battlegrounds. Jets dogfighted within cooling ducts, amphibious war machines prowled coolant pipes, and infantry waged brutal urban-style warfare among the gears, wielding incendiary grenades and rapid-fire weaponry.

The commanders studied blueprints, directing infantry and tanks to seize control over critical structures, while occasionally enlisting Space Marines to secure narrow passages amid the gears. And that was only one turret; within each array lay thousands more of these behemoths.

The interstitial plains between the arrays, seemingly minuscule from space, stretched vast enough to feel like an endless landscape. Armored divisions raced across these plains, air squadrons swooping down from between turrets to strike before retreating for rearmament. Chaos forces swiftly gained an upper hand on the field, bolstered not only by their daemonic engines but by an elite legion of Titans.

Fifteen Warhound Titans from the Legion of the Death's Head surged forward, flanked by infantry and armor. Behind them marched ten Reaver-class Titans, their larger forms bristling with firepower as they moved with methodical precision, bombarding the enemy. At the rear, the mighty God-Titan, Reaper, loomed, flanked by four Warlord-class Titans, guarded by knightly families loyal to the Death's Head.

These knightly houses, ancient families with roots tracing back to the Emperor's Great Crusade, counted among their ranks the revered lance-bearing Knight, a symbol of an era long past. The Titans, often called the God-Machines, set the pace of the assault; no conventional army could withstand their deadly artillery—Volcano Cannons and Hellstorm Missiles rained merciless destruction.

Yet, Creed had restrained his forces from advancing too quickly, limiting the Titans' devastation while maintaining defensive lines.

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Half an hour into the battle, the Omnissiah's Blade, the Titan Legion housed within the celestial engine, had completed its ceremonial preparations. This legion, originating from the forge world of Agripinaa and meticulously forged by the Magos Vikk, was a formidable force. In addition to the Warhound and Reaver Titans, it included a unique Warlord Titan named Agripinaa's Glory, accompanied by protective knights and the Omnissian Guard.

Few within the forge world knew of Agripinaa's Glory, a Titan that had lain dormant beneath Agripinaa, summoned only in times of dire catastrophe. But Vikk, now ruling as the High Magos, had revived it for a singular cause—to wage holy war for the Omnissiah.

Once the ceremony concluded, all eyes on the command deck turned to Omenn, seated on his throne, his eyes closed in reverent prayer. Limbless, his body melded with cables that replaced his arms and legs, Omenn was more machine than flesh, his consciousness interwoven with the Titan.

In the machine's depths, Agripinaa's Glory roared, plasma annihilators primed with energy. Every missile, every cannon was alive with fervor, eager to unleash devastation upon the foes of the Omnissiah.

"For the Omnissiah! For the God of All Machines!" Omenn commanded, his eyes alight with conviction. A shimmering blue shield enveloped the God-Machine.

In a flash, the Omnissiah's Blade—forty Titans in all—materialized fifty meters above the metallic plains. The earth trembled beneath their descent, each landing like a thunderous fist upon the landscape.

One kilometer ahead, the Titans of the Death's Head Legion froze, swiveling weapons towards the newcomers. But they were a second too late; Reaper and the Warlords were struck by concentrated fire, their void shields shattered in an instant.

Agripinaa's Glory unleashed a blast from its ionic annihilator, piercing a Warlord Titan and searing into Reaper's left arm, severing it. The fallen arm crashed down, crushing three knights in a devastating blow.

A nearby Warlord Titan surged forward to shield Reaper from the second plasma burst, raising its void shield to absorb the blast. The entire Death's Head Legion retaliated, unleashing an inferno of missiles, Hellstorm rounds, and Volcano shots at Agripinaa's Glory.

Each impact flared with blue light upon its energy shield, which held firm against the onslaught, its pulsing resonance echoing like the toll of a mighty bell.

Agripinaa's Glory sounded its horn, filling the battlefield with the binary hymn of war. The Titan bent low, Apocalyptic Missile Launchers at its shoulders launching a devastating barrage. Rather than targeting the enemy Titans, the missiles annihilated the vanguard of Chaos armor—a thousand tanks were obliterated in seconds.

Slowly, Agripinaa's Glory advanced, leading the Omnissiah's Blade with its knights and Omnissian Guard, who now materialized from the celestial engine to support the Titans. Cadian Shock Troopers and Space Marines converged near the Titan Legion, their combined forces clashing amidst the fissures between weapon arrays.

Within the towering weapon arrays, the brutal "urban" combat continued. Command was inundated with reports of mysterious humanoid constructs joining the fray, aiding the front-line soldiers in their struggle.