The destructive energy unleashed by the Imperial Fleet continued to burst against the Craftworld's psychic shields in an unbroken succession of dazzling flares. Violent tremors rippled through the vast wraithbone structure.
Under cover of this chaos, the deadly fangs of the War Hounds Legion had silently drawn close to their prey's throat.
"Lock onto the coordinates of the enemy Craftworld's core!" Angron, Primarch of the War Hounds Legion, spoke in a deep, powerful voice that rang through the encrypted communications channel, reaching every warrior in the staging chamber.
His eyes burned with battle lust as he stared at the towering Aeldari structure at the center of the scan, as though he could already smell the sweet scent of the Farseers' blood within.
"Warriors of the War Hounds Legion!" He unleashed a soul-shaking war cry.
"Board!"
The moment he gave the order, Angron stepped into the searing teleportation field without a trace of hesitation.
An instant later, his massive, immensely muscular frame, clad in blue-and-white power armour, materialized on a relatively open wraithbone platform on the outer surface of the Aeldari Craftworld amid an air-rending crack and cascading arcs of energy!
The teleportation flare and energy disturbances had yet to dissipate fully when Angron's form solidified.
Several Aeldari Bonesingers maintaining the psychic shields in this area were stunned by the sudden intrusion. Incredulous shock filled their elegant faces, and their chanting faltered for one fatal moment.
That instant of hesitation sealed their fate.
"For humanity! For the War Hounds!" Angron's roar thundered across the platform! His enormous body surged forward with unmatched momentum, the terrifying pair of Chainaxes in his hands roaring.
There was no probing attack, no mercy.
BZZZZ! CRACK!
The first Bonesinger in his path, together with a hastily raised psychic barrier, was cleaved in two by Angron's savage