The boarding torpedo slammed into the hull of the Cursed Horizon at nearly suicidal speed.
Its thick metal shell was torn apart like paper before the finely crafted ram. The torpedo's front half buried deep inside the warship, then its hatch blew open under the force of hydraulic systems.
Lion El'Jonson and the Deathwing Terminators were greeted by concentrated bolter fire, laser beams, and the frenzied howls of Chaos worshippers in the narrow passageway.
"For the Lion King and Caliban!" Grand Master Belial's roar echoed through the communications channel. The Storm Bolter in his hands fired first, blasting a Cultist shooting from behind a corner—and its cover—into fragments.
The Deathwing Terminators charged from the torpedo like moving fortresses of steel, their strides heavy and resolute.
Their massive Terminator armor almost ignored light weapons fire. Bolts could only leave shallow dents and scatter sparks across it.
The Storm Bolters, Assault Cannons, and Plasma Weapons in their hands unleashed devastating barrages, clearing every obstacle ahead with precision and efficiency.
Lion El'Jonson walked at the very center of the formation. He carried no ranged weapon, holding only the drawn Power Sword, Sacrifice Loyalty, in one hand.
Any enemy that dared approach within ten meters of him, whether a warped mutant or a Chaos Space Marine clad in Power Armor, was instantly cut down by his simple, direct strikes, each one imbued with destructive force.
His very presence was a source of strength, inspiring the Deathwing warriors to advance without fear.
The interior of the Cursed Horizon was filled with blasphemous decorations.
The bulkheads were covered in writhing organic matter, pipes twisted into indescribable shapes, and the air reeked of ozone, blood, and decay.
Low, profane chanting and anguished wails faintly echoed through the ship's structure, seeking to erode the invaders' will.
But for