Cato Sicarius was not blinded by the chaotic scene before him, which seemed like "friendly reinforcements."
He gripped his Power Sword tightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the wildly writhing Chaos Spawn and the Death Guard desperately fending them off. Although these monsters transformed from the Death Seekers were now frenziedly attacking Typhus and his men, he knew very well that this was no tactical turning point.
"Captain, should we—" A sergeant stepped forward, seemingly about to ask whether they should launch a counterattack while they had the chance.
"No. All units, withdraw," Sicarius cut him off decisively and issued the order.
From his perspective, the reason these loathsome Chaos Spawn were targeting the Death Guard was probably that the last remnants of will from those brave Imperial Guard soldiers were still stubbornly resisting the Warp's corruption. What admirable souls they were. Even after their bodies had become monsters, they still sought to offer the Emperor their final loyalty.
But that was precisely the greatest danger.
Everyone knew how powerful Chaos was. How long could that lingering will exert its influence? A few seconds? A few minutes? Who could guarantee that, once the Ultramarines moved in to support them, the utterly fallen monsters would not turn and lash out at their former allies with their claws?
Then the Ultramarines would be trapped between the Chaos Spawn and the Death Guard, attacked from both sides. That would be a true catastrophe. The current situation was merely the Death Guard dropping a stone on their own feet, and he would not be foolish enough to stick his own foot under it as well. "While these traitors are occupied with themselves, bring the wounded and disengage from the battlefield immediately!"
The Ultramarines displayed exceptional discipline. They swiftly tightened their formation, pouring