Be'lakor roared in excitement as the ancient power bestowed upon the Anointed by the Four Gods surged into his body.
The Lord of Shadows' body condensed once more.
The first Daemon Prince, who had destroyed countless worlds and slaughtered trillions upon trillions of living beings, was reborn.
Destructive power churned around Be'lakor as Warp flames billowed, vaporizing the deck.
The Triple System boiled.
A pair of enormous hands tore open a dazzling rift, and Warp turbulence flooded into the real world.
Hideous faces shrieked as they charged the Shadow of Order fleet, crashing into the encasing oval Simian Field and exploding into bursts of colored light.
Frost coated the engines of the gray fighters, while the barrage from their cannons scattered like pearls from a snapped string.
The Razorwing Daemons collided with one another, swelling to three times their previous size in an instant.
They howled and pounced upon the Dusk Raiders' fighters.
Shells bent as they struck the Razorwings; some twisted and warped, while others passed straight through—
Countless Daemons appeared out of thin air amid the millions of wreckage fragments within the Space Hulk, roaring with excitement.
With a beat of his wings, Be'lakor lunged at Nimrod.
The "Mentor of Chaos" stepped forward to meet Be'lakor, then appeared behind him in an instant and seized the bone statue.
Be'lakor's wings spun.
Riiip!
The Razorwings sliced through the walls, and the howling gale sent Hathor Maat, the "Dreamwalker," and Zso Sahaal, the "Requiemist," flying.
"Greed!" Be'lakor's voice exploded directly within Nimrod's mind.
He raised his left claw and slashed.
The veil of reality was torn apart.
The Destruction Vortex churned as the deck collapsed and bent into fragments.
Be'lakor stared at the Destruction Vortex, unable to help feeling surprised.
The "Abyssal Abyss" he had created was ten thousand times