Luke was not one to wait passively.
When the flagship's alarms shrieked and the violent energy fluctuations of the two Daemon Primarchs erupted through the ship like stellar storms, he endured the tearing agony caused by the Light and Dark Forces within him spiraling out of control and pushed open the heavy door of the medical bay.
The cold alloy wall supported his weakened body, and every step made the churning energies within him surge more violently.
Lion El'Jonson's roars, along with the thunder of psychic power and chainsaws, faintly carried through the ship's structure. Every tremor struck his soul like a heavy hammer.
He saw the live battle projection from the bridge—the main passage had become ruins, Lion was barely holding out against the combined assault of two Primarchs, and the machine intelligence defense units were vanishing in swathes like moths rushing into flame.
"They can't be allowed to rampage any longer..." Luke panted, his pale face covered in cold sweat, yet his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
He knew full well the value of this Forerunner flagship. It was a "sacred asset" of the Imperium and absolutely could not be destroyed in his hands.
The shipboard AI's calculations were displayed coldly on the central control screen: to completely drive off or eradicate Magnus and Angron, the highest-level internal purification protocol would have to be activated. That would mean widespread structural destruction throughout the core area and might even affect the ship's core.
He moved with difficulty to the side observation port at the main passage intersection, just in time to witness Magnus tear open a Warp rift and summon his daemon servants.
Just as his heart sank, the pitch-black figure stepping from that chaotic rift, followed by warriors who cut into the battlefield like white lightning, abruptly reversed the