The conspiracy of the Davin Temple had been thwarted. The schemes of the Chaos Gods had come to nothing before the sacrifice of a noble and selfless son of the Angel.
The Blood Angels remembered Sanguinius's sacrifice. He was not the first, nor would he be the last.
The Lion commanded the war force to kill as many of the demons that had yet to vanish as possible before the evacuation, while Guilliman used his formidable multitasking mind to inspect the evacuation of personnel everywhere.
Even Lox could scarcely believe that Guilliman had memorized the names and distinguishing traits of every Space Marine in the expeditionary force, even every mortal auxiliary soldier. The Primarch took control of the intelligent systems and issued over ten thousand different orders within a single second.
Meanwhile, Lox piloted an Iron Man, doing his best to support the battered Sanguinius. The Great Angel bore severe burns across his body, several penetrating wounds torn through his armor by the Greater Daemon of Chaos, while black smoke and liquefied unknown matter continuously dripped from him.
The instant those fluids fell to the ground, they evaporated into fresh smoke, gave off eerie shrieks, and slowly vanished.
Escorted by the Sanguinary Guard, the two passed through the cracking, collapsing Temple of Delphos. The Warp power sustaining it had dissipated, and the aetheric energy on this planet was rapidly plummeting, sending it into self-destruction.
Lox glanced up at the heavens. The prolonged naval battle in space had gradually reached its conclusion. In truth, the New Caliban had destroyed the Chaos-corrupted Iron Truth dozens of times through every conceivable means, yet after each death, the enemy returned in an unbelievable manner.
But with the collapse of the Davin Temple, those ghostly things were weakening. The veil of the material universe would