"Advance."
A rocket was loaded once more into the living weapon in Bik's hands. It slowly stepped forward, and words emerged from its mouth—words that could be transmitted through more than just the communications systems of these psychic Iron Men.
It was clearly urging the humans around it to attack alongside them.
Most Space Marines were not only bewildered by the appearance of these skeletal Iron Men, but also unwilling to fight beside things that looked like Warp creatures. That lasted until Guilliman's roar shook their eardrums, and Guilliman personally charged forward with the Emperor's Sword to fight alongside the Iron Men.
The Space Marines moved as well.
Qin Mo no longer searched for foes he needed to deal with personally while trying to push the battle line forward by every possible means. Once Bik and the other Iron Men appeared, he realized that there was only one question left to consider: what to do after entering that serrated Webway, and who to charge in with.
He urgently ordered Sal, who was piloting a Titan, over the communications channel to come to his side immediately no matter where he was, because Vashtorr might have a garrison inside its Webway.
Then there were the Thunder Warriors, as well as a reserve force of Space Marines deliberately held back by Lion.
As for the mortals, Qin Mo did not ask any of them to enter the Webway with him. Being able to fight here at this very moment was already the limit of the mortals' courage and capability.
There was one more person to consider bringing into the Webway: Guilliman.
"Perhaps you should stay outside the Webway and help Lion devise a strategy," Qin Mo said over the communications channel.
"I must go in." Guilliman casually cleaved a Daemon Engine in two.