The bishop let out a scream and flew several meters before crashing to the ground, his shoulder shattered as well. His attendants and the Battle Sisters immediately raised their weapons, but Amana barked an order to stop them before they could fire.
The Sisters were deeply displeased. They cast suspicious, hateful looks at Marshal Amana, while Amana and his brothers returned them with the same gaze.
"They've got plenty of conflicts themselves," Claude's adjutant muttered quietly.
In the end, under Amana's pressure, the Sisters chose to back down. They placed the bishop on a ceremonial shield that required six people to carry and followed the main force away.
Seeing the Ecclesiarchy forces yield, Chaplain Uss breathed a sigh of relief. He had truly feared that those fanatics would turn everything into a complete mess.
Before long, only the Black Templars remained within the Iron Warriors' encirclement. The other Chaos warbands in this war zone had also noticed the commotion and sent the Iron Warriors numerous messages.
The Iron Warriors could not be bothered with these minor Chaos warbands and simply replied coldly, "Mind your own business."
Even when facing the Black Legion loyal to Abaddon, the Iron Warriors' attitude was far from respectful.
"What are your forces doing? Why did you suddenly let the Imperium troops out of the encirclement?"
"It's none of your business, Abaddon's lapdogs."
"What did you say? How dare you show such disrespect to the great Black Legion! To the great Warmaster! You Iron Warriors, stay right there! I'll send a pack of Predator Tanks to blast you into the sky."
The Black Legion truly had deep reserves. When they said they would send Predator Tanks, Predator Tanks came. Twenty Predator Tanks controlled by Space Marines appeared on the distant horizon, accompanied by tens of thousands