The Necrontyr Are Already Dead

The battlefield is not a game; there is no option to disable friendly fire. Consequently, almost any use of weapons of mass destruction requires prior notification to avoid harming allies.

Clearly, Hogg is a weapon of mass destruction, and unfortunately, Blackwatch can perceive the perspective of a Primarch through the Psychic Network, leaving the other legions to suffer.

Dodging a giant blade of light that nearly cleaved him in two, Corvus Corax felt his soul leave his body. Startled out of his stealth state, he scrambled to the ground like a turtle pulling in its head, frantically signaling his legion to hit the dirt.

Watching the death spiral descend lower and lower above, Angron, also prone on the ground, felt his senses go numb. Being of such massive stature, he had no desire to be sliced into mincemeat, so he had no choice but to start digging a hole into the ground.

At this moment, the value of the Blackwatch, standing less than two point two meters tall, became apparent; they could march normally without the slightest fear of being decapitated by a stray blade of light.

To ensure the safety of his backside, Angron hurriedly roared over the radio at Hogg, who was currently enjoying his rotation:

"Big brother, could you move further away? We're still right here!"

Reminded by Angron, Hogg had no choice but to stop spinning; otherwise, if this continued, his own allies would be wiped out before the Necron were even finished off.

Seeing the light blades dissipate, the Space Marine immediately filled the gaps, establishing a defensive line within this arc of death to cope with the relentless Necron offensive.

Perhaps it was because he had been having too much fun, but seeing his good brother approach gave Hogg a new idea:

"Corvus Corax,