Captain Wenderal of the Spear of Velia was immersed in the joy of happiness.
Ever since the Horus Heresy erupted, an inescapable shadow had hung over the hearts of every loyalist. Though they were unwilling to admit it, the facts were clear: by every measurable metric, the traitor primarchs commanded forces far surpassing those of the loyalists.
Only three badly damaged Legions remained to defend the Solar System. Humanity's home system had, to a great extent, been isolated, while the enemy surged toward it like a tsunami.
The war in the Beta-Garmon Cluster continued to spread. With this vital transportation route having fallen into enemy hands, the situation had become even more unfavorable.
"Emperor, if this is a dream, please don't let me wake up."
A single strategic cruiser facing over a hundred Alpha Legion warships, along with a Gloriana-class Battleship, had originally been a certain death sentence.
Even if he turned himself into the final shell, Wenderal had no idea whether his void shields could hold until the moment of impact.
But now? Setting aside those three unnamed behemoths, the Dark Angels' Invincible Reason and the Blood Angels' Red Tear alone, together with the thousand or so smaller warships accompanying them, could utterly crush the Alpha Legion.
Wenderal only wanted to say: how could you lose with a flying dragon in your face?
"Captain, the Invincible Reason has sent a live transmission." The adjutant beside him handed the data over to the captain, while the communications Servitors on the bridge deck began broadcasting the message in their dull voices.
Amid a burst of crackling electromagnetic interference, the Invincible Reason established contact with the Spear of Velia.
"Attention, Imperial vessels: reinforcements from the Ultima Segmentum have arrived in the Solar System. Disengage all weapons systems and immediately rendezvous with my