Macrocannon shells could only strike the illusions created by the Aeldari warships, and the trails of engine exhaust left behind by their acceleration. Most Imperial ships, when facing Aeldari warships, could only endure their attacks passively. Very few vessels were fortunate enough to pour their firepower onto those fragile yet agile Aeldari ships.
Not to mention two heavily damaged strike cruisers that were on the verge of breaking apart. That macrocannon shot just now had been thanks to The Emperor's blessing and the Machine God's manifestation. If they fired another macrocannon salvo, this warship that bore the Chapter's glory would truly come apart.
The pitch-black corridor echoed with the drip-drip of droplets striking the floor. This was not fluid from the condensation pipes. When the Drukhari invaded, they had already destroyed most of the ship's systems, ensuring that it could not escape their harvest.
The sound of dripping liquid continued. Bashar, captain of the Carcharodons' 3rd Company, silently watched the passageway, calculating how many Chapter serfs had died on the decks above.
A thousand? Two thousand? Even more?
Irritation welled up from the depths of Bashar's heart. He did not care whether mortals lived or died, but replenishing the Chapter's serfs would indeed be troublesome.
He thought of this planet. Perhaps, once they had cleared the xenos from it, they could demand compensation from the governor—everything from equipment to a blood tithe.
And if he refused?
In this dark, dying sector, no one would refuse the demands of a bloodthirsty shark...
"Captain Bashar." A call came through the communicator installed in his helmet. The heavily encrypted channel was known to almost no one outside the Carcharodons.
Bashar did not respond. Like a shark hunting through the ocean, he cautiously and ruthlessly selected his prey.
His Lightning Claw glowed a dangerous