[Your tall body in power armor was thrown out by the terrifying shock wave. The world went silent, then black, filled with a high-pitched whine.]
[A large amount of fine sand and gravel, raised by the orbital bombardment, covered you, the weight immense and crushing.]
[You fell into a short coma.]
[You gradually woke up.]
[Your eyes were dark. The visor feed was dead. Warning runes blared, then fizzled out.]
[You felt that every part of your body was unable to move, pinned by the earth.]
[You subconsciously let out a low, muffled roar.]
[You struggled to drive the "Armor of Faith", your gauntlets still gripping the Storm Shield and the "Black Sword" in your palms. You used all your strength to drill out of the thick soil. Servos screamed in protest as you pushed against the tons of compacted earth.]
[A lot of blood flowed from your mouth and nose, the hot, metallic taste filling your throat. It quickly condensed inside the metal helmet.]
[You burst free, half-kneeling in the loose soil as countless sand and gravel slid down from your power armor, hissing against the hot ceramite.]
[You looked at the horrible scene behind you with a blank look through the helmet eyepiece, which flickered back to life.]
[An explosion crater, about 100 meters deep and 3 kilometers in diameter, had replaced the battlefield. It appeared in your field of vision, a vast, smoking bowl.]
[A large amount of twisted metal debris from the Knight Titans floated in the dark red, high-temperature magma lake at the bottom, glowing before melting and sinking.]
["I must beat the captain who launched that orbital bombardment," you couldn't help but murmur to yourself, your eyes wide behind the visor.]
[You stood up slowly from the soft sand, your armor groaning.]
[At this moment, the bloody tide of mortal puppets on the battlefield was still pouring in from the wind and snow, the sounds of battle rushing back into your audio feed.]
[But without the powerful firepower of the Knight Titans, it was only a matter of time for the Black Templars to destroy them.]
[You subconsciously held the storm shield and the "Black Sword" tightly, and once again scanned the entire battlefield, ignoring the mortals.]
[At this moment, a pillar of light emitting golden light, the same beacon as before, suddenly appeared in your field of vision. It was rapidly approaching the center of the battlefield from not far away.]
[You subconsciously took a deep breath, the intakes of your helmet hissing.]
[You finally found the trace of the culprit, Cacodominus.]
[You slowly drove the 'Armor of Faith' and began to run towards the direction of the golden light.]
["All Librarians, gather on me! Cacodominus has appeared! I repeat, Cacodominus has appeared!" You stared at the front, your voice flat and cold, and issued the order to the communication device.]
[The next moment, a large number of blue-armored Librarians quickly left their positions. Under the covering fire of the Battle-Brothers, they passed through the surging crowd of countless mortal puppets and rushed towards you.]
[While you swung the 'Black Sword' to kill the mortal puppets that surged up, you formed a huge, impromptu beheading team with the Librarians.]
["There are only 70 Librarians left. After losing more than 30, I don't know if the anti-psychic device in the plan can still work!"]
[The loud voice of Horamir was transmitted to your communication device.]
[The agent, a white cape on his heavy shoulder armor, kept waving his power scepter to smash the mortal puppets as he quickly approached you.]
["Even if the anti-psychic device doesn't work, we must fight to the death to kill Cacodominus!" You raised the "Black Sword" with all your strength and pointed it in his direction.]
["Brothers! The success or failure of the war depends on this battle! For the Emperor! For mankind! For the Black Templars!"]
[You used all your strength to issue a battle declaration that resounded throughout the battlefield.]
[You raised your storm shield, waving the "Black Sword" as you launched the final charge.]
[Including Horamir, the Librarians also gave an impassioned battle roar and followed behind you, their blue armor a stark contrast to your black.]
[The distance between you and Cacodominus was rapidly shortening.]
[Until a terrifying figure, three meters tall, appeared in your sight, half of his flesh and blood covered by crude, whirring mechanical structures.]
[The psychic attacks from the Librarians condensed in an instant. As one, they unleashed their power, bombarding the figure without hesitation.]
[Countless leaping bolts of psychic lightning cut through the air. Scorching psychic flames rose up, melting the ice and snow, and quickly burned towards the terrifying figure.]
[At the same time, a series of pure telekinetic arrows, invisible but for the distortion in the air, flew like a dense storm of bolts.]
[However, just when all the psychic attacks were about to land on the tall body of Cacodominus...]
[An extremely powerful and terrifying psychic energy suddenly erupted from his body. It was not an attack, but a wave of pure, crushing denial.]
[In an instant, the wind and snow were completely cleared. Even the heavy clouds above were suddenly blasted away, exposing the dark universe and stars.]
[The psychic attacks of the Librarians were also completely annihilated. They collapsed in on themselves, dissolving into a series of tiny, screaming Warp storms, as if they were going to tear apart the fragile physical space.]
[At the same time, the tall bodies of the Librarians, and your own, seemed to be pressed by an endless weight. Your forward steps slowed, like flies crashing into sticky glue.]
[The next second, as Cacodominus raised his one flesh-and-blood palm lightly, the Librarians began to let out shrill, choked screams over the vox.]
[They were either burned from the inside by psychic flames, their armor glowing red as they collapsed. Or they were twisted into piles of sticky flesh and metal fragments by invisible telekinesis, power armor and all.]
[Others were simply chopped into pieces of twitching meat by sharp, invisible blades of psychic energy.]
["Activate the anti-psychic device immediately! Do not use psychic power! We need to fight him in close combat!" You shouted to the surviving Librarians without turning your head, your voice straining.]
[Your 'Armor of Faith' emitted a series of terrifying metallic, twisting sounds, the groans of overloaded servos. The low hum from the power backpack almost reached its peak.]
[You barely broke free from the heavy suppression of the invisible weight, pushing through it with sheer mechanical strength.]
[You immediately launched a final charge in the direction of Cacodominus.]
[At the same time, the forty or so remaining Librarians, relying on their fanatical belief in the Emperor and their rock-hard spiritual will, trembled all over. They raised their twitching arms and activated their anti-psychic devices.]
[As the lights on their psychic hoods turned from blue to a stark, warning red, the psychic suppression suffered by everyone seemed to lessen slightly, the crushing weight lifting just a fraction.]
[At this moment, you had already reached the front of Cacodominus.]
[You saw a hint of sarcasm, of cruel amusement, on his distorted and hideous face.]
[He slowly raised his other sturdy arm, the one that was heavily wrapped in countless mechanical structures.]
[As his metal fingertips danced, a terrifying psychic lightning bolt, only slightly weaker than before, crossed the short distance and leaped towards you.]
[You had no time to dodge. You could only raise the storm shield with all your strength, relying on the Iron Halo to block it.]
[However, the terrifying psychic lightning actually penetrated the storm shield. The metal melted and slagged. The Refractor Field of the Iron Halo flickered, flared, and seemed to have lost its protective effect, the energy passing right through.]
[You were hit.]
[You couldn't help but let out a tragic roar, a sound of agony and static that cut off into a sharp hiss.]
[Every inch of your flesh and blood felt like it was being continuously eroded and melted by the terrifying psychic power.]
[As the psychic lightning dissipated, you did not fall.]
[You endured the inhuman, searing pain and threw away the ruined, molten stump of the storm shield.]
[You ripped off the metal helmet, its visor now useless, and threw it to the ground. The seals hissed open, releasing a cloud of smoke.]
[Your armor was emitting bursts of acrid smoke, glowing a dark red from the heat.]
[Most of the flesh on your face had already been torn apart, revealing the white bone of your cheek underneath.]
[You clenched the hilt of the sword with gritted teeth. With your incomparably strong will, you raised the 'Black Sword' towards Cacodominus, whose expression had gradually become solemn.]
["Come again, heretic!"]