Your Second Company Is So Brutal

After the engines and Webway nodes were destroyed, Biel-Tan Craftworld lost all mobility.

The remaining Aeldari could no longer escape through the Webway.

The fate of the Biel-Tan Craftworld Aeldari had been nailed down in this star system.

The remaining Astartes launched orbital assaults on Biel-Tan Craftworld, destroying the Aeldari's Life Source, food supplies, and Spirit Stone mines.

Hundreds of assault ships swarmed from the launch bays of strike cruisers, heading straight for Biel-Tan Craftworld.

Biel-Tan's Void Hunter attack craft frantically intercepted them around the Craftworld's perimeter, trying to stop the Ultramarines from approaching the Craftworld itself.

But Biel-Tan's defensive fleet had already been scattered by the previous naval engagement. The remaining Void Hunters could not seal off every avenue of attack.

The assault ships activated their shields and plowed through the fire network of Biel-Tan's remaining defensive fleet. One after another, they slammed into Biel-Tan Craftworld's atmosphere and made forced landings on the Craftworld.

The assault ships were tunneling models designed specifically for orbital assault, with melta drill-cutters fitted to their prows.

The intense heat melted everything. Like red-hot knives through butter, the landing ships carved into the surface layer of Wraithbone.

Before the hydraulic bolts on the hatches had fully disengaged, they were kicked open. The doors blew apart, and the Astartes charged out before they had even opened completely.

A good day began with a boarding action.

Biel-Tan Craftworld's Wraithbone shell was itself the foundation of a vast ecosystem. It looked much like land, but it was really an artificial continent.

If it could sustain the Aeldari, then it could sustain the Astartes.

"How much time is left on the Emperor's Blessing?!" the assault squad captain roared over the comms link.

The deputy captain made a gesture of digging in his ear.

"Stop yelling. We've got over