"I knew it wouldn't be that simple!" Huron immediately felt reassured.
Although this was bad news, it at least proved that Khorne had run out of tricks. Aside from confronting the Alliance head-on, he had no other way to obstruct it.
As he received the news, he also used his domain to see exactly what the Spearhead Fleet was facing.
The fleet had reached the Maelstrom Rift itself. The true Warp lay just one light-year away.
Ahead of the fleet, eight blood-red stars had appeared. Each star had eight blood-colored planets, each planet was surrounded by eight fleets, and each fleet consisted of 888 warships.
The flagship of this enormous fleet was the World Eaters Legion's Gloriana-class Battleship, the Conqueror.
The entire Khorne Daemon Army had nearly fifty thousand warships, with a Gloriana-class Battleship serving as its flagship.
Even though a considerable portion were small warships brought along merely to pad out the numbers, they would have been an absolute nightmare for the vast majority of the Imperial Navy.
But against the Spearhead Fleet's hundreds of millions of warships and vast numbers of Blackstone Towers, this handful of Chaos warships was utterly inadequate.
Even with eight Demon Planets backing them up, the Spearhead Fleet did not believe the enemy could trade fire with them.
Still, Chaos Fleets loved their little tricks, and even the Khorne Daemon Army was no exception.
Although their usual Chaos corruption had no effect on the Alliance fleet, they still exploited their proximity to the Warp to cloak their entire fleet in nearly perpetual Void Shields.
At that moment, the two fleets were bombarding each other relentlessly.
The Alliance fleet had psychic shields that could sacrifice every attack from the Chaos Fleet to Huron's domain. As long as the attacks received within a given period did