"Was that your doing? Letting these Chaos daemons and traitors into Commorragh?"
"If you can't break the deadlock, make the situation even worse. Brilliant!"
As a master strategist, Lion El'Jonson had always maintained a dynamic grasp of the overall situation. Not even the slightest disturbance on the battlefield could escape the Lion's eyes.
Two unfamiliar forces had suddenly appeared on an already utterly chaotic battlefield. Naturally, that demanded the highest level of vigilance.
Naturally, Lion assumed this was Jaghatai Khan's work. Since they could not shut down the Heart of Pestilence, they would magnify its power, drag more forces into the conflict, muddy the waters so thoroughly that no one could profit from it.
The Warhawk of Chogoris immediately became awkward. Though he rather wanted to claim that this truly had been his handiwork, his proud heart rejected such fraudulent pretensions.
"It was not me."
"The Dark Eldar have dropped a stone on their own feet. The Heart of Pestilence has drawn not only us, but other beings interested in it as well."
"Nurgle's daemon host and the Death Guard have joined the battle. They have come for the Heart of Pestilence too."
Jaghatai Khan's White Tiger Blade swept through a section of the battlefield, grinding every Dark Eldar and bio-engineered stitched monstrosity into powder.
Although the shattered monsters continued to writhe beneath the Heart of Pestilence's blessing, seemingly capable of reassembling themselves, that would take some time.
The White Scars followed the Khan's advance, forming a tight and complete formation.
The Space Marines yielded the main battlefield and occupied a position relatively close to the Heart of Pestilence, temporarily maintaining a defensive and observant stance.
The mighty Space Wolves charged at the very front, tearing apart enemies blocking their path with claw and fang, expanding the room for their