After all, Malcador from ten thousand years ago had already returned to life.
What about The Emperor?
Would The Emperor continue to walk among humanity?
The Imperium had hope.
The Imperium of Man absolutely had hope!
"For The Emperor!"
The morale that had already collapsed was restored simply by one man's arrival—an inspiration some xenos and Chaos forces could never comprehend.
Their previous listlessness and despair had all turned into motivation as they fixed their eyes on the enemy army.
After all, even someone who had stood beside The Emperor ten thousand years ago had returned.
Then would The Emperor's children, and others, return as well?
They would.
They definitely would.
The crazed Daughters of the Emperor among the Battle Sisters tore at their enemies' throats and spat out chunks of enemy flesh. Though they had nearly been hacked into limbless stumps, their will to fight had barely diminished. They still charged at the forefront, defending Kraf Fortress.
With the emergence of psychic power, the scattered personnel from various Chapters, their fighting spirit and combat instincts restored, swiftly reorganized into a brand-new company to resist Chaos's assault.
The Knight Houses that had arrived as airdropped reinforcements led their superheavy war machines down from their drop equipment.
House Raven's firepower contended with the god-machines of the Vulcan Legion.
Although Daemon Prince Wukantos was suppressed by psychic power, Malcador was not focusing on him alone. By resisting through sheer force, he could still unleash tremendous power.
The god-machines paralyzed by Malcador were also rapidly recovering, seemingly beginning to adapt to this power.
Everyone knew that the time had come for a decisive battle against Chaos.
Their reinforcements had arrived.
Either Chaos would flatten everything before them.
Or they would hold Cadian.
Though the enemy remained powerful.
Though their forces remained endless.
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