Lion and Guilliman moved shoulder to shoulder, rapidly weaving through the battlefield under the protection of their respective honor guards.
Meanwhile, Lox flew at high speed through the air. Riding Veronica's surging power, he smashed through Hell Drakes and other Warp fiends one after another. These blasphemous creations of brass and pig iron were utterly vulnerable before an Iron Man operating Blackstone's anti-psychic effect at full power.
So long as there was no risk of corruption, Iron Men were more formidable than most daemons, because they were products of the material universe. Daemons, on the other hand, had to expend tremendous power and pay a heavy price to cross the veil and come here.
Only within the Warp could those Chaos daemons unleash their true strength.
Veronica tore up a sonic boom cloud. Lox had never experienced combat this exhilarating before. In the past, he had preferred to remain safely in the rear and direct the battle, but personally throwing himself into war seemed to offer a different kind of thrill.
He provided the primarchs with additional intelligence support. Whenever Space Marines somewhere fell into a bitter struggle, an Iron Man would howl past, and high-explosive missiles and energy weapons would bombard the area seconds later. Then the primarchs would lead their forces in to clear out the surviving enemies.
The simple, efficient slaughter came to an end when the primarchs encountered a daemon as immense as a small mountain.
It whispered incessantly, its name echoing through the air: Soul Grinder. Six massive spider-like legs, angular and jagged, supported its enormous body.
Its rough body was stained a furious crimson. Gripping a colossal greatsword six meters long, the Soul Grinder roared a challenge at the primarchs.
The greatsword, filled with Warp corruption, unleashed a dark beam that split two Dark