Nakrid Saul, lord of the Night Bat Council of the Night Lords, swept his gaze across the twelve flaying pits before him.
The Librarians chanted loudly, "Predatory world of the dark frontier, heed our summons—"
The low, winding tones echoed through the gloom as the Librarian holding a Force Staff approached Saul.
"My lord, there has been no response from the Predatory Forge World."
Saul furrowed his brow, then abruptly raised his head toward the sky.
Countless Drop Pods poured down like a torrential rain.
"Charge the main hive and force a melee with the Saramas Nightwatch."
Retreat was no longer possible. The best tactic now was to drag the Shadow of Order into a melee.
Szczesny, lord of the Ninth Chapter of the Shadow of Order, stepped onto the ground. A stream of midnight-blue Runes scrolled across his helmet's tactical display.
He marked the four o'clock direction and issued an order to the Honor Guard over the communications channel.
"Mask of Fury!"
The Navigators used fury as their hands and entered the state of the Mask of Fury. Their blood surged, adrenaline flooded through them, and drove them into a run.
Szczesny's thoughts stirred, and over a thousand premium Leijin Alloy slabs flipped over.
The Ocean Singer rose from the ground and streaked toward the main hive.
Obsidian eyes swept across the ground. The running Tartaros-pattern Terminators rolled forward like a black molten tide, closing in on the Night Lords clad in Mark IV Power Armor.
"Release!"
The Aika-Kharn Plasma Guns forged on Firestorm Star rose in unison. Dense beams shot forward, igniting a sea of fire before the city walls.
Over a hundred Night Lords were vaporized!
Szczesny's eyes narrowed as they fixed upon a figure covered from head to toe in human skin.
The face that turned