"Let the Blackstone Fortress lead the charge. Let's see what this new weapon of war can do."
"Heh. Can this weapon forged by the Aeldari gods truly be as unstoppable as the legends claim?"
Facing the attack formation Lion had deployed, three celestial warships over a hundred kilometers long advanced in a triangular formation toward the rebel fleet. The Warmaster did not hesitate, immediately playing the trump card he had only just acquired.
The former Wolf Lord would never have made such a rash and impulsive decision. The Blackstone Fortress should have entered the battlefield only when it could deliver the decisive blow, maximizing its effect.
But Horus's mind was muddled now. Whenever he thought of that damned Lion standing in his way, a nameless fury rose within him.
He wanted to tear something apart, so he had his First Captain bring in more than a dozen Space Wolves Legion prisoners.
These proud sons of Russ had fought aboard the Vengeful Spirit until the very last moment, but they had been outnumbered and overwhelmed, captured alive by the rebels.
Now stripped of their adamantium armor and deprived of all weapons and equipment, they were brought naked before the Warmaster.
Chains burning with Warp-fire pierced through their shoulder blades, binding their bodies tightly.
Yet even so, the sons of Russ remained utterly unyielding, glaring at the many traitors present. Their savage eyes gleamed viciously, as though they wished to devour the traitors alive.
Beyond the warship, the Blackstone Fortress was slowly approaching the three Thundercloud-class planetary warships.
The vortex cannon at its central axis had already begun charging. A ceaseless torrent of psychic power poured forth from The Empyrean, transforming within the Blackstone Fortress.
The efficiency was terrifying, as if it had pierced through the veil and directly siphoned the mighty