The Warmaster ordered the Thousand Sons' Ten Thousand Radiances and the Iron Warriors' Iron Blood to cover the other Legion warships, creating an opportunity and space for a counterattack.
He kept hammering at the Hrafnkel, the weakest point in Chagatai Khan's fleet, nearly battering the Sixth Legion's flagship into collapse.
Horus understood very well the importance of not letting the enemy lead him by the nose. Only by seizing the initiative could he truly control the war.
This had originally been a perfectly sound approach to warfare. In any fleet, someone had to make sacrifices to hold back the enemy, while other ships had to become an iron fist and strike fiercely at the enemy's vital points.
But what Horus had overlooked was this: could the rebel fleet truly still be considered a fleet?
This astropathic order reached the astropathic choir aboard the Ten Thousand Radiances. Ahriman's psychic eye saw the message, and without a second thought, he used his formidable psychic power to erase every trace of it.
"Tell the Vengeful Spirit that our position has been affected by Warp turbulence, and we cannot receive their commands."
"Horus should stop giving orders blindly."
Upon hearing the Chief Sorcerer's command, the crew immediately acted. Without hesitation, they shut down the warship's communication systems, ensuring that no order from the Warmaster could reach them.
The Chief Sorcerer looked at the offline communication system and sneered.
"Horus sees that our primarch is absent and wants to send us to our deaths?"
"He must be dreaming in broad daylight. Everyone knows Horus twisted the orders and had those damned brainless Fenrisian savages burn Prospero. Did he think he could hide it forever?!"
"Civilization yielding to barbarism, knowledge destroyed by war—what a blasphemy!"
Among Horus's rebel forces, every Legion had its own reason for