The main boarding force, personally led by Lorgar Aurelian, Primarch of the Word Bearers, descended like a deadly torrent of steel onto the flank of the landing zone established by the War Hounds.
The enormous Drop Pods melted through the wraithbone structures, and their hatches thundered open. Word Bearers in dark gray Power Armour poured out like a tide, their morale soaring. They swiftly formed a pincer with Angron's War Hounds, instantly overturning the balance of forces on that section of the battlefield.
The moment Lorgar stepped out of his Drop Pod, his imposing physique and powerful psychic presence made him the most conspicuous figure on the battlefield.
Almost the instant his feet found solid ground, a psychic shriek mingling fury and resolve tore through the air and hurtled straight at him!
"You dare trespass on sacred ground!"
An Aeldari Warrior Priest clad in ornate ceremonial robes and wielding a Twin-bladed Psychic Scythe blazed with vengeance in his eyes. Moving faster than the eye could follow, he became a blur, crossing the chaotic melee with Lorgar as his target!
He had recognized the leader of this human Legion and vowed to execute a decapitation strike with the skill of an Aeldari master of close combat!
"Hmph. You're courting death!" Lorgar snorted. Faced with the sudden attack, he showed no fear. He even stepped forward to meet it head-on!
The enormous Powered Maul in his hand, covered in sacred scripture, roared as it tore through the air. Bearing the supreme might of a Primarch, it smashed straight into the Aeldari Bishop's scythe without any flourish!
Clang!!!!!!!!!
The maul and psychic scythe collided violently! The deafening crash rivaled an exchange of fire between warship Macro-cannons!
Dazzling sparks of energy and a visible ring of shock waves erupted from the point of impact,