"Tell me how to extinguish the Ruinstorm, or how to bypass its effects."
The key to breaking the deadlock was now obvious. As long as Macragge's three legions could break through the encirclement, escape the Ruinstorm's constraints, and head to Terra to support the loyalists, Horus's rebellion would be unable to continue.
As Lox spoke, he exchanged covert looks with Uslan.
The old seer nodded, then shook his head helplessly.
Clearly, he meant that the Webway could transport a batch of reinforcements, but he could not guarantee that all of the Second Imperium's forces could be sent away, nor could he guarantee that those troops would reach the battlefield of the Solar System's defense.
Over these tens of millions of years, the Webway had endured the War in Heaven, the war between the Aeldari and the Necrons, the great cataclysm of Slaanesh's birth, and the psychic communications blast unleashed at full force by Magnus and the Thousand Sons. It had long since developed enormous problems.
As the administrators of the Webway left behind by the Old Ones, the Aeldari were pitifully few in number on one hand, while on the other, they had lost vast amounts of knowledge and technology. Fragmented as they were, they no longer had the ability to maintain the Webway.
Therefore, the Webway was an option. It could ensure that a portion of the reinforcements departed, but it was highly unlikely to carry away all their forces.
Lox and the others had to find a way to eliminate the Ruinstorm's influence as much as possible. Then, they could split into two routes: one elite force would rush to Terra through the Webway, while the other could fight as it gathered scattered loyalist remnants, then stab straight into the rebels' rear from behind.
He exchanged another glance