Chapter 79: The Punchline
The Great Wall of Bastion Seven had withstood centuries of war, weathering the claws of feral beasts and the destructive magic of the Abyss.
But as the earth collapsed ten kilometers away, the impenetrable fortress suddenly felt like it was made of fragile glass.
A hand the size of a Vanguard transport cruiser violently gripped the edge of the massive sinkhole.
The fingers were a horrifying, stitched amalgamation of armored siege-beasts and dead Cultists.
RUUUUMBLE!
The Corpse Titan dragged its apocalyptic mass out of the underground.
It was a moving mountain of rotting meat, weeping veins, and screaming, half-assimilated faces.
It blotted out the bruised sky, casting a dark, suffocating shadow that instantly swallowed the Vanguard's front lines.
Down on the battlefield, the adrenaline that had fueled the soldiers completely evaporated, instantly replaced by sheer, paralyzing despair.
CLATTER.
