"Send it directly to the flagship?"
Upon hearing Vashtorr's demand, Taifon, who had been brimming with enthusiasm, immediately turned cold. Clearly, he did not approve of this decision.
"The purpose of teleporting these sacred constructs is to cause the enemy some trouble, so they cannot calmly slaughter us." Holding the construct known as the Box of Mourning, Taifon paced back and forth through the green mist. "It is not to send them straight to the place the enemy guards most heavily, let them have a laugh, and call it a day."
Taifon raised the box Vashtorr had given him and held it out to return it.
"If you are certain this thing you gave me is worthwhile, then we definitely should not send it to the enemy's flagship, lest they detect it at once."
"So my suggestion is to send it to Macragge's Honour while Guilliman is away."
As he spoke, the Nurgling extending from the tumor on Taifon's neck revealed a vile, leering grin.
A vicious scheme had already begun brewing inside the Plague Herald's pus-filled skull.
"We are not merely sending the enemy a little surprise, Taifon." Leaning on his forge-hammer, Vashtorr walked up before Taifon and looked down at him. "This situation was not beyond our consideration. Do you remember the plan we made before?"
Taifon thought for a moment, then nodded to indicate that he did.
That Drakasi noble who excelled at commanding battles had rallied everyone to devise a great many plans.
They had considered not only the possibility of that daemon-slaying man personally entering the battle, but even the possibility of two Primarchs joining him on the battlefield, and had prepared plans for that as well.
That plan was to directly create a disaster within the enemy fleet, one powerful enough to destroy the