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"Boarding assault! Now! For Angron, for the Emperor!"

The order was like a burning powder keg, instantly setting off the launch arrays along one side of the Conqueror.

Amid deafening booms and the furious roar of compressed gas, hundreds of thick, pointed Drop Pods blasted from the warship's launchers.

Trailing blazing wakes, they traced hundreds of arcs through space and slammed into the enemy flagship, already held fast by grappling claws, like a rainstorm of destruction.

These Drop Pods announced the start of the boarding action in the most brutal way possible.

Some punched straight through the enemy ship's relatively weak outer armour plating and lodged deep in its internal corridors; others used high-energy cutters mounted on their noses to melt through the hull, forcing open entry points for the invasion.

Amid a succession of metallic impacts heavy enough to shake the soul and the thunderous blasts of explosive hatches, the Drop Pods' walls burst outward.

In an instant, the War Hounds Legion's Space Marines, who could no longer contain their hunger for slaughter, poured out like beasts freed from their cages.

Their blue-and-white Power Armour reflected a cold gleam beneath the enemy ship's dim or flickering emergency lights.

The communications channels filled with their rough, excited war cries and cheers—the ecstasy of finally being allowed to cut loose.

"For the War Hounds Legion!"

"Kill them all!"

Metal boot soles hammered the plain decks with a deep, rhythmic thunder, mingling with the hum of activating Power Weapons to play the overture to a symphony of death.

The company's Assault Squads led the charge.

They gripped heavy Boarding Shields in one hand, using them as mobile cover against the first potential volley of fire; in the other, they wielded endlessly roaring Chainaxes, whose teeth spun at devastating speed with a piercing