Lucius's jump pack spewed shrieking flames as he leaped down from the scaffolding.
Since the landing operation began, he had suppressed his desire for battle and followed the Black Emperor's orders, lying in wait at the train station in the Underhive of the Gate of the Wolf-Herder.
Lucius arranged the war effort according to the intelligence contained in the Data Slate bestowed by the Black Emperor.
Lord Commander Vespasian airdropped troops onto every critical facility, especially the occupied network and power nodes, preventing the traitors' sabotage plans.
After Nathaniel Garro of the "Dusk Raiders" breached the main gate, he waited for his target, just as the Black Emperor had foretold.
A two-handed greatsword condensed out of thin air in the hands of Lucius, the "Dawn Knight."
He raised the greatsword high with both arms. Pure, holy Dawn Light curled around him, illuminating the dim tunnel.
The sacred radiance stabbed into Boros Cohn's eyes. He pressed a Runic Rune and stepped back.
His body swayed, and he could not help but feel startled.
The enemy's blade had not yet fallen, yet the force of its wind already rocked his body.
Cohn's narrowed pupils abruptly widened. Through the dazzling radiance, he saw a two-handed greatsword.
He had never seen an Astartes wield such an enormous blade, nor had he ever seen anyone larger than the warrior descending from above.
Even the great First Company Captain Abaddon was far smaller than this giant.
Cohn hurriedly rolled backward. Foul wastewater flooded his respirator grille, and for an instant, he regretted not activating the Purification system.
Screech!
Amid the piercing scrape, the foul water slapped against green armor.
Lucius bent low and changed his slash into a thrust.
He had prepared this move specifically for enemies who liked to roll.
Cohn brought both hands together