Led by Mortarion, this not particularly large boarding force, which had gathered many of the Aeldari's most advanced fighting units, tore through Typhus's defensive line with unstoppable force.
The precise coordination and efficient slaughter they displayed stood in stark contrast to the Death Guard's bloated sluggishness.
Combat in the cramped confines of a warship should have been the Death Guard's specialty, yet now they were being relentlessly crushed by the Aeldari.
If humanity of the Great Crusade era had witnessed this scene—the Death Guard's primarch commanding an Aeldari legion in a frenzied assault against the Death Guard—everyone would likely have felt that the world had finally gone completely mad.
Under Typhus's forcible commands and control, organized Death Guard companies charged toward the Aeldari elites led by Mortarion, like living corpses awakened from a rotting dream, dragging their heavy, stumbling steps into a suicidal assault.
They had once been the pride of the XIV Legion, personally forged by Mortarion into the toughest and most resilient heavy infantry. Every Death Guard warrior could endure any extreme environment, surviving and fighting amid toxic gas, radiation, and deadly plagues.
Now, that resilience had become the instrument of Nurgle's torment, making them immortal amid eternal decay.
Mortarion knew all of this too well. She understood the Death Guard's tactics, understood how they habitually relied on peerless endurance and solid battle lines to grind down their enemies, or dragged foes they could not temporarily defeat into the mire of war and slowly wore them away.
Thus, she commanded the Aeldari forces with exceptional calm, exploiting mobility far beyond the Death Guard's reaction speed and devastating long-range firepower.
Commanding an Aeldari legion skilled in mobile warfare even let Mortarion experience a trace of the joy Jaghatai Khan had felt while commanding the White Scars.
*The Death Guard