"Everyone, deploy flares. Move in squads and converge on me."
"Stay alert. Watch your backs. That bastard loves cutting heads off from behind."
Augoston issued order after order, and the Ultramarines throughout Hera Fortress immediately found their anchor and began moving in an orderly fashion.
Though this Ultramarines commander had always been reckless, he possessed an exceptionally meticulous mind.
"The enemy is moving toward the Memorial Hall. All squads, assemble! Secure the entrances and exits of Blade Hall and the Temple of Correction. We cannot let him escape again! Macragge is so vast—how are we supposed to corner him in a room again?"
The primarch's voice came through the communicator. Guilliman had once again boarded a skimmer and was racing toward Hera Fortress.
His voice was somewhat scattered by the violent wind interference.
"Do not act rashly, Augoston. I order you to wait until we arrive before taking action!"
Guilliman knew his battlefield commander's temperament. This fellow would only seize what he believed was the right moment to do something extraordinarily dangerous.
"Oh? Roboute's voice. Are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, Guilliman's voice was cut off, replaced by Night Haunter's piercing voice, like blades scraping across bone.
Night Haunter had used the communicator to hack into the Ultramarines' communications system.
With a bang, the enormous crystal chandeliers above Augoston and the others all exploded. Every light along the damaged circuitry dimmed one after another.
Only the flares cast by the Ultramarines remained on the ground.
When darkness descended, the ghost that haunted midnight descended with it.
Augoston stood unmoving. He was as sturdy as a high wall, and his strong-interaction-force armor made him appear a full two sizes larger than Hoguine.
"You pretentious piece of trash, what else can you do besides hide in the dark and ambush people? Get