The Black Legion's Downfall!

From the big-picture perspective, now was the best time to wipe out the Black Legion. If they missed this opportunity, who knew whether another one this good would ever come along?

They had Abaddon to thank for that.

The Chaos Marshal had deliberately fallen for the trap, intending to take the Primarch's head. But who could have expected that this very move would plant a time bomb for him and the Black Legion!

Take this moment, for example.

Guilliman's strategy of luring the enemy deep into his territory, using himself and the Glory of Macragge as bait, had stretched the Black Legion's tight formation of warships into a long, single line. This had greatly dispersed the Black Legion's strength and made it impossible for them to encircle the enemy from both sides.

With Abaddon still here, they had to seize this opportunity and completely destroy the Black Legion's core—the battleship Vengeful Spirit!

The Black Legion flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, had served as the fleet's "spearhead" to break through the Glory of Macragge's defenses. But that had also left it completely exposed in Realspace.

Its twisted, blasphemous bulk resembled a cancerous, rotting star oozing pus. Unclean Chaos energy flowed across its black armor, while the Eight-pointed Star on its prow burned in the darkness of space, releasing a tremendous Warp presence that pressed down on the Glory of Macragge like a raging tide!

That raised the question:

How could they break through the Vengeful Spirit's firepower and get close to this Chaos flagship?

His answer was simple.

Just ram it!

Alvin was going all out, too. He'd asked old man Odin to lend him the Bifrost!

Rumble!!!

A terrifying beam of rainbow light shot straight out from beneath the Glory of Macragge. Even Guilliman had no idea when his flagship had