It was like a welding torch with terrifying power.
Not to mention the Astartes and elite soldiers who still retained their humanity, who were all stunned.
Even the few Tech-Priests who had provided the solution were frozen in place, and apart from their own bionic eyes, almost all the observation equipment on their bodies was instantly zoomed to the maximum.
Then, a group of people watched with their own eyes as Sith, like a welder, picked up the Khorne magic sword and, amidst splashing molten iron,'sawed' open the door in front of him from top to bottom.
When Sith had drawn a square along the door and looked at the edges still glowing red with molten iron, he kicked the door down completely.
Then, facing the wide-open interior of the spire, Sith turned directly and signaled to Fanros.
Only then did Fanros and the others react. With their cheeks twitching uncontrollably and after holding it in for a long time, they forcibly steadied their minds and ran behind the door.
Especially Fanros, who knew all too well what that sword of Sith's meant; he could only look awkward while constantly consoling himself in his heart with four words.
"The Throne's blessing! The Throne's blessing!"
With Sith's addition, the movements of Fanros and his party finally sped up.
On one hand, they kept installing explosives at critical locations, and on the other, they broke through doors and rushed higher toward the Tower Top.
In fact, as they got closer to the top, the doors behind were far less sturdy than the ones below, and the Tech-Priests easily broke through them all.
Meanwhile, Sith led the guard squad, constantly suppressing the Orks and Tyranids that were charging up behind them.
Just as there was another pause in the final stage of the last floor, Sith, who had been hacking away for a long time, received a report from a messenger behind him.
Under the shock of the surrounding Astartes, Sith split the Tyranid Tyrant in front of him in half from top to bottom with one stroke.
As the top combat force of the Tyranids on the ground, although there were Astartes who could kill them alone...
...there was indeed no one who could do it as easily as Sith.
Sith looked at the blessing contained within the red sword, which was becoming less and less, and felt speechless; using Chaos weapons against Tyranids was truly a losing battle no matter how you fought.
He kicked the Tyrant down, watched the dense swarm of Termagants being blocked by their own Tyrant, and then turned slightly to walk toward the final floor behind him.
"Are there still xenos at the Tower Top?"
He asked the messenger as he walked, and the messenger, filled with complete admiration for Sith, lowered his head and spoke hurriedly:
"Yes, Lord Fanros is in a standoff with them. They seem unwilling to let Lord Fanros blow up the spire."
"They insist that this spire is their relic."
Upon hearing this, Sith quickened his pace. At the same time, not only did he not put away the red sword, but he also reloaded the Bolter with a 'click'.
Before he even arrived, Fanros had already turned around to meet him.
Behind him, a group of humans was in a tense standoff with a group of pointy-eared xenos.
Seeing Sith walking over, Fanros looked helpless and hurriedly spoke with anxiety:
"It's the Aeldari. To think a group of Aeldari was hiding in here."
"They have many people, and we dare not act rashly."
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