Fulgrim and Ferrus's tragedy had thus been changed by Konrad Curze. They would not slay one another with their own hands; their friendship had grown stronger, and their Legions would not embark upon that lamentable path.
So what scenes were unfolding on the other Brass Roads leading to the portal?
Carlos was not the only Greater Daemon of Tzeentch attempting to restore fate. Under Tzeentch's subtle guidance, all of them were trying to lead the Emperor's sons down the path of corruption.
In the shadows, a group of Greater Daemons of Tzeentch gathered together, discussing how to breach the ironclad defensive line before them.
This was Brass Road Line Five, guarded by the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels. It could be called the strongest line of defense before the portal. The Ultramarines' immense manpower effectively filled the fronts the Dark Angels could not cover, while the various technological relics the Dark Angels had retrieved from storage reduced any force attempting to attack the defenses to pulp.
Over the past few weeks of battle, Khorne's daemonic armies had charged beneath their banners and to the beat of war drums. They wielded longswords wreathed in flame and forged shields from the blood of warriors, yet even so, they had failed to break through even the first three layers of the hundreds of defensive lines formed by the two Legions.
Of course, they had not simply assaulted the front lines. They had also attempted to use sorcery to cross into the rear of the positions, but with little success. More often than not, after killing barely a thousand Space Marines, they were driven back into the rifts.
"This is complete bullshit!" A Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, nearly bald from thinking so hard, slammed the table and shrieked. "The Ultramarines shouldn't have this many