"Potion Professor" Drinks Omega's Blood

In the Horde System, the white Qingzha stabbed into the Nephilim's egg-shaped warship like a spear.

On the bridge, Hasik Khan stood before the strategy table, staring at the hologram.

Behind the Qingzha was the Legion's flagship—the Blade Storm.

Hasik had won the honor of leading the vanguard of the final hunting fleet. He had been chosen by the Great Khan himself and entrusted with the duty of opening the road to the xenos homeworld.

Though he had completed his ascension and become a son of Jaghatai, as a Chogorian, he was still used to calling his Primarch the Great Khan—the Khan of Khans.

Hasik's gaze swept across the hologram. Jiahui's Spear of Heaven held position to the right of the Blade Storm.

Jiahui's white spear was advancing along a different path, but it would still press on behind the Qingzha.

"Khan," Stormseer Borgo said, "a storm is rising in the Sea of Souls."

"The xenos warships?" Hasik asked.

"I cannot be certain," Borgo said, his gaze deep, as if wind and waves drifted in his eyes, "but the course of the tides does not look as though it was caused by the egg-shapes."

"Perhaps it is the Shadow of Order."

Hasik shook his head. "They cannot be as fast as we are."

Borgo nodded in agreement. The plasma in the Legion warships' manifolds had all been doubled in capacity, and their thrust lines had been shortened accordingly.

Their movements within each system were swifter, and the White Scars swept through each system as fast as the wind.

"Besides, of the hundred worlds enslaved by the Nephilim, we have cleansed fifty-three, and they have cleansed fifty-one," Hasik continued analyzing.

"The Shadow of Order deployed only four Chapters this time. To achieve comparable results, their fleet must have scattered across the