"Foolish lapdogs of the Imperium, your fleet is nothing but ants in my eyes, helpless before me. This is what happens when you stand against me!"
Abaddon stood on the bridge of the Vengeful Spirit, watching with satisfaction the war he had ignited with his own hands.
The firepower of the Plague Fleet was far beyond anything the Imperial forces stationed here could withstand.
Crisscrossing beams all but lit up this part of the Milky Way.
Not far behind them, the Dark Angels fleet had just arrived.
An Astropath frantically relayed the Watch Fortress's pleas for aid to the Dark Angels.
The Unyielding Truth's shipboard systems picked up the light of the distant battlefield, along with the continuous explosions and energy discharges.
"Father, the Black Templars, Deathwatch, Death Spectres, and Imperial Navy fleet are under attack by Abaddon and his Plague Fleet. Should we answer their call for aid?"
It was Belial who spoke. Though he leaned toward rescuing those loyal warriors, his Primarch father was aboard the ship, after all.
Yet Azrael rebuked Belial before Lion El'Jonson could speak.
"And our covert mission to track Abaddon may involve a far greater conspiracy. The deaths of these Loyalists may be a necessary sacrifice."
Seated high above them, Lion El'Jonson considered this for a moment, then rose to his feet.
"Their sacrifice will prove their loyalty. All sacrifices are acceptable. We have a more important mission. These Chaos conspiracies must be exposed. I have a premonition that an even greater catastrophe may sweep across the Imperium."
Boom!
"My lord! The Chaos Fleet has discovered us!"
A sudden attack engulfed the Dark Angels fleet.
A Defence Monitor belonging to the Dark Angels was blown straight to pieces under the concentrated fire.
Lion El'Jonson rose in fury.
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