The space around the Mountain Array was littered with wreckage. Aside from the thick-headed Orks, no one would dare approach this void behemoth. Having restored its old weapon systems, the fortress showed no intention of moving, floating through the void like a turret.
The Blackstone Fortress was primarily known for its durability. Even the Hope-class Warships, firing at full power, struggled to damage its outer shell, allowing the Chaos fleet to catch its breath and regroup beneath the fortress's shadow. If they wanted to make the Blackstone Fortress submit, boarding tactics were their only option.
Gork's Head, the Ork creation made by welding together vast numbers of derelict ships, had already far surpassed the Mountain Array in size. It was more appropriate to compare Gork's Head to certain small planets.
Its immense size meant more room for Orks and their dangerous creations. The thought of tens of millions, perhaps nearly a hundred million, shield generators of every type gave Jaghatai Khan a headache. If the Imperium and the expeditionary force had to deal with it head-on, the casualties would certainly be devastating.
However, Lin Fan had disappeared inside the Vengeful Spirit for some time now. Even Yilafren, who was closest to him, could not say what exactly was happening aboard the Vengeful Spirit.
Jaghatai Khan stared at one corner of the void map. They had long since properly dealt with the problem of the Vengeful Spirit. Completely steeped in the power of the Warp, it had become a den of evil meant solely for daemons to roam.
Had the Imperium handled it, a tale of countless self-sacrifices and stirring heroism would surely have unfolded, with several Chapters wiped out and never recovering. But the expeditionary force was not the Imperium. They were not without means against the foul things of