Even from the surface of Davin, the fierce naval battle in space could be seen clearly through the thin atmosphere.
Those daemon-corrupted warships were not helpless. Their brass-forged skull cannons fired twisted corpses, the Warp energy within them powerful enough to create violent energy vortices and form a strange, destructive attack.
The skulls of unknown creatures used as shells could even pierce warships' energy shields and void shields, striking directly within the vessels.
"I hate Warp sorcery." Marius Gage cursed from aboard Macragge's Honour. Ever since the Ultramarines had prepared to replace their Primarch's mount with a new planetary warship, the former Legion flagship had practically become Marius Gage's symbol.
The highly decorated First Captain had been suppressing unrest throughout the Five Hundred Worlds. The scattered remnants of the Shadow Crusade still plagued the Five Hundred Worlds, while interstellar pirates, raiders, Dark Adeptus Mechanicus devoted to heretical beliefs, and xenos races looking to fish in troubled waters were all targets of Gage's wrath.
Today, however, his genetic father had finally remembered him. Guilliman had brought his most battle-hardened son with him, commanding Macragge's Honour at his side.
The command bridge under Gage's control had been fitted with a Blackstone Array. Though activating it brought an overwhelming sensation of drowsiness and numbness, those flaws could be ignored before Blackstone's immense advantage in suppressing the corrupting whispers of the Warp.
As for mortal crewmen becoming vegetables after spending more than a week under the Blackstone Array's influence, free of all worries and sorrows thereafter, Gage considered that acceptable as well.
As long as proper rotations were arranged, that drawback could be avoided. The immense willpower of the Space Marines allowed them to endure for longer, and some especially resolute warriors could remain within it indefinitely without being affected.
The daemon fleets had