The Lion of Caliban strode into this battlefield in Hydra's lower levels, his gaze sweeping over the shattered corpses as his mind reconstructed every brutal scene that had unfolded here.
How these dozen or so surviving Imperial Fists had stubbornly held the final line like reefs amid raging waves.
Worthy indeed of the strongest sons of his brother, Rogal Dorn.
Fortunately, before the fortress core's blazing plasma reactor could be destroyed by the Alpha Legion, he had arrived at the battlefield with the Dark Angels of the Deathwing and Dreadwing.
So long as he was here, the Alphas would never destroy Hydra's orbital fortress.
"Lion, you had better hurry. Your brother Rogal Dorn is almost here."
At that moment, Lox's voice came through the communicator in Lion's helmet. Lion caught a faint note of shock in it.
"It's the Phalanx, the Imperial Fists' flagship recorded in the archives. It's about to enter Pluto's gravitational field." Lox's voice quickened. This was the first time he had seen this warship from the Dark Age of Technology with his own eyes.
Compared to the Thundercloud-class planetary warship he had built, the Phalanx appeared even more magnificent and imposing. There was still an enormous gap between them in sheer size.
It was a flying fortress of the void, a colossal hive city, and a great technological creation whose potential technological level surpassed even the treasures within Lox's technological vault.
The moment he saw it, Lox's heart began to itch. He dearly wanted to find an opportunity to board that ship and take a look, but with the war so urgent, it would have to wait until later.
And the Imperial Fists' reinforcements were not limited to the Phalanx. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of battleships and cruisers were rushing in upon receiving the news. Most of