"That Blackstone Fortress should be an Aeldari creation."
"It is ancient and powerful. If we had more intelligence, we might be able to gain a greater advantage."
"Unfortunately, Lox had not arrived. Otherwise, that pointy-eared Aeldari seer following him might have known more."
Lion El'Jonson's immovable presence gave the others immense confidence. The Calibanite's face was incomparably resolute, his high nose and deep-set eyes radiating powerful aggression. His shoulder-length golden hair resembled a lion's mane, carrying an imposing majesty even in stillness.
The New Caliban and Tears of the Angels pressed the Blackstone Fortress from two different directions, one to the left and one to the right. After all, its primary psychic vortex cannon could only fire in one direction. Whichever way it faced, it would be threatened from the other.
The two Thundercloud-class planetary warships began firing at full power. Their Weapon Arrays received the highest authorization, and every high-yield weapon was cleared for launch.
In an instant, large-caliber particle lances tore through the void. Streaks of white light slammed into the Blackstone Fortress's void shields, gradually attempting to overload its defensive systems.
Thundercloud-class planetary warships were not merely warships; they were mobile forge factories. Their interiors contained STC systems for manufacturing weapon systems. So long as raw materials and the ship's reactors could keep supplying them, they would never run out of macro shells and torpedoes.
The firepower unleashed by merely two celestial warships nearly suppressed the hundreds of other warships of all types.
Under the immense pressure of those two ultimate human weapons, the Blackstone Fortress, forcibly enslaved and driven by the rebels, seemed to sense the threat of destruction.
Its autonomous consciousness began controlling its own body. The Dark Mechanicum priests within it discovered in horror that the thing was awakening.
All manner of Aeldari words