"What a sacred battle this will be—"
The High Chaplain of the Ecclesiarchy gazed at the imposing warriors before him and could not help but marvel.
He bowed his head and blessed them, praying that under the protection of the Sun of Hope, they would destroy even more enemies.
Though they were far from the Galaxy, he could still faintly sense the Sun of Hope. In some way, from a distant region, He was watching over His faithful.
Every warrior who had won a place in the boarding assault was an elite from a renowned Imperial Chapter.
There were Carcharodons, Lamenters, Sons of Humanity, warriors of the Titan Chapter, and more.
As for the Adeptus Custodes, Void Angels, and War Angels—the Savior's own forces—they had also sent large numbers of elites. Marching to war with the Savior was their duty.
Titus and other trusted favorites were going as well.
"Shark pups, we must show the Great Savior our fighting spirit! Tear every last bug apart!"
"For the Savior!"
Tyberos took this operation seriously. He had brought out the treasured relics and forbidden weapons from the armory, and every elite chosen for battle wore his finest armor.
Every piece of their equipment was at least Artisan-class, covered in prayers, Purity Seals, enchanted runes, and more.
It shimmered with color.
One look told you it was top-tier stuff: forged to +8, with every kind of luminous coating.
Centurions laden with heavy gear and experimental weapons rumbled out as well, armed to the teeth.
Rich. Filthy rich!
As one of the Savior's trusted Chapters, the Carcharodons searched the Galaxy and the Warp for ancient ruins and unusual creatures on his behalf. They were swimming in wealth!
"Those stingy bastard sharks have all that good equipment? What a waste, leaving such treasures in their