In an instant, they turned into red and white fireworks in mid-air, and their corpses and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

But the Iron Warrior knows that he is not qualified to complain more, because the sound of artillery fire on his left, in the western suburbs of Kalena City, has not stopped until now, and his genetic father Perturabo is sitting there.

, facing the Red Dragon Legion’s craziest attack.

"What's going on, Fricks?"

Because this was just a disaster relief activity, those big guys that made the Fourth Legion proud were naturally placed on the fleet staying in low-Earth orbit, and Perturabo did not follow his past habit of letting his heirs

They built Kalena City into an unbreakable fortress, and all this constituted the current crisis: after barely dispersing the outermost refugees, the Iron Warriors could only use their only bolters and individual weapons.

, dealing with a steady stream of armored troops in the ruins of the city, protecting civilians while constantly evacuating towards the central defense circle with the [Salimavis] Fortress as the core.

"It's barely under control, but I can't guarantee whether it will happen again."

Just like its name, the Red Dragon Legion's offensive is like a giant dragon, seemingly unstoppable. They completely ignore the consumption of supplies and carefully burn every piece of land in front of them with cannonballs and fire.

"I know, leave it to me."

This time, they were extremely determined.

【I can hear you, please keep your voice down.】

Ahriman only felt a huge red palm pressing down on his hands that were gathering psychic energy. He raised his head and saw the majestic figure of his genetic father.

Magnus, get back in time.

"You have done well enough, now..."

"Leave everything to me."
Chapter completed!