Even though your arrival had successfully changed the grim fate of Ferrus being beheaded by Fulgrim on the spot.
The three Legions under your command were facing eight Traitor Legions. Even if The Emperor himself descended here, he might not have been able to secure final victory in this battle.
Of the ninety thousand Salamanders Astartes, fewer than fifty thousand remained. Of the eighty thousand Raven Guard, fewer than forty thousand remained. Even the ten elite veteran companies Ferrus had brought with him had been reduced to just five, and nearly every one of them was wounded.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
You once again unleashed a storm of Shadow Ravens upon the Iron Warriors formations around you, successfully covering Ferrus and the Iron Hands elite companies as they broke through the encirclement.
You and Ferrus exchanged a brief discussion and agreed that you could not continue wearing yourselves down against the Traitor Legions here.
Otherwise, the Traitor Legions could simply trade Astartes lives for yours until your Legions were completely slaughtered.
You and Ferrus took the lead, guiding the Iron Hands elite companies in a Combat Charge toward Corvus and Vulkan's battlefield.
At the same time, Fulgrim, who was locked in a fierce duel with Vulkan, was violently pierced through the back by Corvus's Shadow Claw, and his entire body was even hoisted into the air!
Ferrus, who had once been closest to Fulgrim, might have shown him mercy.
But Corvus and Vulkan, whom you had personally instructed, had long since become Heart of Steel. They had decided to kill this traitorous Primarch who would murder his own brothers on the spot!
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
Yet before Corvus's Shadow Claw and Vulkan's Dawnbreaker Warhammer could come crashing down.
Fulgrim's agile body was still suspended in midair, blood gushing from his mouth