Within the White Scars' Webway (End)

What appeared before him was a broad expanse, no longer as narrow as before. But it was still brutal—over a hundred Astartes on jetbikes were fighting xenos several times their number.

At the sight, Tamari adjusted the safety without the slightest hesitation and took up a firing stance. Did he even need to think about whom to support? There was not a single trace of corruption on those Astartes.

The Lasgun fired, striking an Aeldari squarely in the chest. He stared in shock at the five holes that had suddenly appeared in his torso, then collapsed to the ground. The sound of the Lasgun could not stir the slightest ripple in this battle, but the death of that first Aeldari officially announced their arrival.

"Keep firing, Tamari," He Shenyan said to him without looking back. "You alone are an army. The Astra Militarum is here, fighting shoulder to shoulder with you."

"Yes, my lord!" Tamari roared, his emotions surging beyond measure. He did not know that his eyes had turned golden, nor did he know that what the Mage had just said was no rousing pre-battle declaration.

It was a proclamation.

Tamari kept firing, without pause. As if by instinct, he had mastered how to keep this weapon from overheating, always managing to cool it quickly in the intervals between shots. But from some unknown volley onward, the number of beams the Lasgun fired changed.

One, two, ten, hundreds and thousands. Golden beams fell among the xenos like rain, and death descended upon them in an instant. Their former advantage in numbers vanished into nothing at that moment.

Tamari looked back in shock. Heroic Spirits with golden bodies stood beside him, truly fighting shoulder to shoulder with him. Their uniforms, even the patterns of their carapace armor, were all different,