Abaddon's gaze swept across every corner of the void battlefield, and amid the constantly collapsing Chaos fleet, he spotted the Dark Mechanicum's formation. Under Abaddon's hopeful gaze, they flew toward the Mountain Array, assuming the posture of troops preparing to board and seize the massive void fortress.
Yes! That's it! Carl Bohar! Don't forget our pact!
Suddenly, Abaddon's soul was seized by despair. Although the Dark Mechanicum fleet had not come under attack from the Mountain Array, they had no intention of attacking it either. The two sides passed one another, and Carl Bohar seemed rather more interested in the unhealed Warp rift behind the Mountain Array.
Somehow, Abaddon saw Carl Bohar cast a glance at him from the bridge. Within those faintly glowing mechanical eyes, he saw contempt and disdain.
It reminded Abaddon of the time he had sent someone to command a Knight house to swear loyalty to him. That heavily modified patriarch, fused as one with his Knight, had looked at Abaddon with the very same expression and said without mercy, "I serve the great Wolf King! And what the hell are you, Abaddon?"
"Carl Bohar!" Abaddon roared in shock and fury, but Carl Bohar and his forces had already vanished completely into the Warp rift. Only the ceaseless flashes of the Mountain Array's artillery continued to flicker in Abaddon's eyes.
With the Dark Mechanicum fleet no longer providing cover, the Ork fleet on the other side charged in as well. They did not care that the situation on the battlefield had changed dramatically; they merely wanted to find someone and have a vicious fight. This only made the already chaotic Chaos fleet's situation worse. On top of that, the Iron Warriors announced their withdrawal from the Black Crusade and opened fire on their former comrades without