Temporary Alliance Formed

The time had come.

The moment that made the stars and suns tremble had arrived.

Within your magnificent, resplendent, dust-covered palace—

I swore I would punch you.

Mortarion felt the fabric pressing against his face. There was no dignity left to speak of as the primarch felt an immense, unimaginable force dragging him backward by force.

The Emperor was scorching him with golden Psychic Power, flames rising all around him, yet the Pale Lord felt no pain. His eyes were filled only with weakening darkness.

Praise the Underking—Hades!!! Get the fuck over here!!! Hades!!!

On the other side, Hades had long since risen to his feet, his gaze fixed on the center of the brawl. He saw Mortarion and Konrad burning alongside the Emperor. Mortarion had the Emperor locked down, while Konrad was hopping about in flames.

Angron appeared to be pulling Mortarion aside, but was actually hammering the Emperor with the flat of his axe.

The primarchs had yet to unite, and the current situation was extremely unfavorable for Mortarion.

Hades wanted to move, but Malcador gripped the hem of his robes tightly, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"You may unleash your curse—but you cannot enter the fray directly. At least not yet, my friend. Your reputation in the Imperium is already bad enough."

"But to compensate you..."

Malcador said leisurely,

"I can help you with something else."

As Malcador spoke, he raised a hand toward the melee. Hades saw the Emperor's expression change, but Malcador still made his move.

Just as when they had rolled dice before, Hades tacitly released the Null Field, intercepting the Emperor's reaching power.

Psychic light unique to the Imperium's Warp-touched flickered, and Hades saw the prone Sanguinius twitch slightly before the Archangel slowly opened his eyes.

"...You intend to play it