Horus: Something's Not Right, I Won't

They really couldn't chew through this defensive line!

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Things had started to go wrong.

After Horus's phantom saw that massive steel wall blotting out Terra and the light of the star, his entire figure froze, trembling slightly.

He was numb too.

"Damn it, is that the Imperium's newly built defensive line?

"Rogal Dorn and Perturabo, those two bastards—do they actually have the skill to build defensive fortresses like this?"

The Space Steel Wall was a mobile existence, and its giant platform arrays were still constantly adjusting their positions.

The structures extending from those platform arrays linked with one another, like unimaginably vast, interwoven rings.

They surrounded Terra, tightly guarding the distant orbital zones. It was a structure similar to a Dyson Sphere, except the object it enclosed was the heart of the Imperium.

And all of this had been completed in an extremely short time after the invasion began—a defensive line that could move!

Everyone knew how difficult it was to deal with a defensive line like this, and how great a price would have to be paid.

Forget Mortarion—even he, the Dark Emperor, felt a flicker of retreat when he saw the Space Steel Wall.

The defensive line before them could make any existence shrink back in awe!

"This is impossible. Absolutely impossible!" Horus said in disbelief. He knew the capabilities of those two Primarchs all too well.

They could not have built a defensive line of this scale, much less used a construction model like this.

If Rogal Dorn and Perturabo had possessed this level of skill when they built Terra's defenses ten thousand years ago, his army could never have broken into Terra so easily.

In truth, even Perturabo had been able to break through Terra's previous defensive line with the power of the Warp, let