293. Neos Was Not Worth Pity
[Madman...]
Beneath the azure, tranquil sea simmered towering fury and incomprehension. The king resting in the garden rose to his feet in utter rage, and the exquisite teacup at his feet fell and shattered.
Roboute Guilliman looked up at the stars. Billions of orders had already been issued; his forces and defenses had entered a state of emergency. Blood seeped from between the primarch's instinctively clenched teeth.
Madman! That damned Emperor!
The sound of a cloak cutting through the air rang out as the king strode hurriedly away from the pleasant garden, leaving behind only the melodious calls of birds among the branches.
He would make them pay in blood. The instant Guilliman had been swapped out at Pluto, he had understood something—the other side had never intended to think about the future. Those madmen only wanted to smash the gambling table outright and drag every player down with it.
Guilliman had rarely faced an enemy so utterly insane.
But he would make them pay. Before they smashed the table, he would make them spill enough blood.
Above Terra, the sun, white within and burning pale blue around its edges, remained silent.
Are you all right, Allfather?
Russ's Psychic Power projection flickered intermittently. Before it, a somewhat exhausted man knelt on one knee, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Still alive."
The ship lurched violently. The entire fleet was making a Warp Jump out of the physical world. Sensing this, Neos could not help smiling, revealing his neat white teeth.
Violent, chaotic Warp currents battered the ships forcing their way out of the Warp. Along the outer hulls of those vessels half-detached from the High Heavens, Warp tides resembled millions of malformed hands, futilely trying to hold those