"Fire!" At the foot of the mountain, the Death Guard commander directed the Death Guard artillery units to unleash a barrage upon the Xenos on the slopes.
The powerful air currents from the gun muzzles continually churned Barbarus's poisonous atmosphere.
By then, Mortarion had already begun taking steady steps down the path of defying fate and changing his destiny.
"Fleet, set sail. Destination: Barbarus. Prepare to switch to the Gellar Field. Begin sealing all external observation windows..." The ship's vox system continuously reminded every crew member aboard the massive vessel that Warp travel was about to begin.
Heavy armor plates slid over the windows along the ship's flanks, cutting off the crew's view of the Warp and preventing them from being corrupted by gazing directly into it.
The Custodes fleet and the Raven Guard fleet formed a mixed force of gold and black as they sped toward nearby Barbarus. With the Warp currently calm, the journey from Savior Star to Barbarus would take as little as two or three days, or at most a week. It was quite close, all things considered.
"You were so eager to bring me along because you were afraid of that fat bastard, weren't you?" The Emperor speared a piece of lean meat with his fork, placed it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.
Beside him, Sandman was stuffing all manner of delicacies into his mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated. Compared to the Emperor's elegant composure, calling him an uncivilized monkey would have been giving him too much credit.
"Mmph... yeah... all the other Primarchs are easy enough to deal with, but Mortarion's a little troublesome. Mainly because he's too close to that fatty's doorstep. His power can interfere with reality much more strongly there. I'm scared," Sandman said shamelessly after laboriously swallowing an