Vulkan said, "Honestly, this is pretty strange. I'd been busy defending Terra before, not attacking Terra... But this is really Waaagh!, isn't it, my boys!"
The led-astray Salamanders shouted, "Waaagh! Eternal Primarch Vulkan! We adore you!"
The cacophony made Mortarion's head spin. He quickly shut it out and turned his attention to the battle before him.
With so many Primarchs and Legions attacking at full force, the fall of the Imperial Palace was already a foregone conclusion.
Only one heavily guarded area remained, one that required a thorough assault plan to minimize losses.
That was the Throne Room at the heart of the Imperial Palace, where the Golden Throne stood and connected to the Webway.
Of course, what was kept here was not the genuine Ascension Throne, but merely a replica with the right appearance.
The main difficulties of the assault were the roughly one million degraded Adeptus Custodes, as well as the endless stream of daemons pouring out of the Webway.
Apparently, these daemons came from the core region of the chessboard battlefield through a one-way Warp teleportation array.
"Ugh..." With a sigh, Mortarion scented his armor with a mild poisonous gas. He increasingly felt that this war was nothing more than a game Tzeentch had made while having one of her episodes.
While conducting his numerological rituals, he could even hear Nurgle's familiar voice softly murmuring by his ear.
"Tzeentch really is unreliable... I suspect she's gone mad and completely forgotten why she began the Great Game."
Of course, that was not entirely fair. Mortarion had heard that the Subjective One, Lin Fan, had been providing them with power from a higher level all along.
For example, just yesterday, he had heard an utterly ridiculous battle report.
A Rhino Transport had gone out of control and crashed headlong