To show off how badass its ship was, the Blacklight's Exterminatus launcher was always set to fully automatic. That didn't mean it was no good. It meant it was too good.
As Blackwatch's newest gunner, the Lamenters had been assigned to the bridge as exchange students, and those unlucky tin cans had been camped out nearby ever since, serving exclusively as Exterminatus launchers.
Thanks to the thriftiness they'd cultivated over ten thousand years, the Lamenters quickly got the hang of operating the Blacklight. They were especially good at launching Exterminatus strikes, using their years of experience to fire exactly the right number of munitions with the full-auto trigger.
Just like when Angron had bombarded Nuceria, Guilliman and Dorn held the button down without letting go, and actually sent seventeen Vortex Torpedoes hurtling toward Holy Terra, along with some super-giant dirty bombs thrown in to make up the numbers.
Only shit!!
Just three Vortex Torpedoes were enough to completely shatter an Earth-like planet, yet those two bastards had launched thirteen of them. Hogg's heart was breaking. Those things weren't cheap goods like nukes; some poor Chapters barely had a handful.
As for whether the Emperor would croak from those few Vortex Torpedoes, Hogg wasn't worried. If the old bastard could be killed by torpedoes, he wouldn't be that Yellow Weasel who'd plagued the galaxy for ten thousand years.
And just as Hogg had expected, as the Exterminatus strikes fell, a massive Warp portal opened in orbit around the planet and swallowed twelve of the higher-yield warheads, tossing them into the Warp.
Only one Atmospheric Incinerator slipped through by mistake, dropped into the depths of the long-dried-up Pacific Ocean, where the nobles of the Hive City had built their second palace.
When the first round of blanket bombardment ended, the surface of