You have courted death

Hogg felt his heart shattering. It wasn't that he resented his foolish brothers for coming to throw their lives away, but their arrival forced him to accelerate his plans.

Aside from his Useless Brothers, almost every Primarch was under the gaze of the Chaos Gods. The level of surveillance was comparable to a neighborhood busybody gossiping at the village entrance, capable of digging up every shred of one's privacy.

This was exactly why Hogg chose to act alone. It wasn't that he didn't want to call his brothers for a righteous gang-beating, but the moment the Imperium's forces showed the slightest movement, the Khan would be relocated.

With things having reached this point, Hogg looked at the five idiots wearing Eldar disguises and giggling. He stopped pretending. Since he was already in this deep, he decided to go all the way. Through the Psychic Network, he summoned the Swarm, converting his secret operation into an armed assault. As long as there were no survivors, the plan wouldn't be considered a failure.

"BOOM!"

With a mere thought, the Blacklight Elf ambushers immediately detonated the Vortex Torpedoes. Fifty massive spheres of light descended upon the world, bringing the endless, scorching fury of humanity's forty millennia of defiance.

These were world-ending weapons where just a few could utterly annihilate a planet; Hogg had brought fifty. Even a high-level instance like Commorragh would have to kneel on the spot.

The temperature, exceeding the limits of a star, instantly melted the Star-Portal that served as the bridge, wiping out countless Eldar defenders in a single wave.

The explosion also triggered a wave of Psionic Energy, which completely disrupted the nearby Warp links, turning this realm into an absolute island.

Facing this unstoppable, terrifying power, individual martial prowess was useless; even if the Chaos Gods themselves