Boom!
Boom!!
Countless artillery blasts flashed with blinding light. Plasma flames seared the void, sending ripples across its surface.
A silent symphony played out in the void. Artillery fire, lasers, thunder, psychic power—both sides continuously unleashed their ships' main batteries, targeting the weakest points of the opposing vessels.
Death was merely a number here.
The souls of the fallen were no more than coins cast by the flag-bearers.
Aeldari thornships were pierced by artillery fire. Then the air was sucked away, and the unprotected Aeldari, without suits or armor, seemed to have their souls torn from them in the void.
Large numbers of Aeldari were falling.
The coins thrown into the fray were becoming consumable products of war.
The seer council of Craftworld Altis tried to close the forcibly opened rift before them.
However.
The rift was a trap set by the daemons of Slaanesh.
Vast numbers of daemons crawled from their nests. At the sight of souls they craved, these creatures of Chaos became even more frenzied and unrestrained.
"Roar!"
The Aeldari were attacked from both sides. Not only did they have to deal with the Gamma Fleet on the front lines, they also had to face the daemons of Slaanesh within their own rear.
It seemed they had truly fallen for it.
Even if they had been tricked.
They could not let Gamma World off so easily!
Craftworld Altis hardened its heart and made its decision.
"Full speed ahead. Ram into Gamma World's fleet."
As long as they redirected the disaster toward Gamma, the Aeldari might be able to use this opportunity to escape calamity.
After hearing the seers' words, Craftworld Altis had already understood their choice.
They had no other choice. Or rather, they had only one: to act according to Slaanesh's will and prevent Gamma World's