Lox had barely withdrawn from the Blackstone Fortress with his boarding force when he hurried aboard the Infinite Loyalty and rushed to Beta-Garmon II.
Although the Blackstone Fortress had already fallen into the star and completely withdrawn from the battlefield, the chaotic fighting across the entire system only grew more intense.
Formations and unit structures had long since been shattered. The only way to distinguish friend from foe was by scanning the identification codes on the enemy vessels' hulls. Loyalist and traitor warships slaughtered one another, hammering their opponents with macro cannons, lance batteries, and torpedoes.
Violent solar activity severely disrupted the system's magnetic fields, greatly affecting and damaging warship communications as well.
Many captains had no idea what the situation had developed into, whether the enemy had already begun to retreat. All they could do was clamp down on the enemy before them and fire their very last macro shell.
Had Lox not set up a stealth field over the Infinite Loyalty's surface and promptly blocked the signal reflections of scanning arrays, they too might have been relentlessly pursued by those traitor warships.
Yet when he arrived in low orbit over the planet, he discovered that he was still a step too late. The entire orbital defense network had already entered an irreversible chain of explosions.
If he had arrived half an hour earlier, he might have taken control of the orbital defense system and launched orbital strikes against the traitors on the ground with far greater ease.
"Lox!"
The incomparably radiant angel descended from the sky. Sanguinius's wings beat softly, without even stirring the dust upon the ground.
Clearly, such gentle movements could not possibly sustain a primarch in flight. Lox understood that Sanguinius flew freely through the power of his psychic abilities.
After all, a primarch's wings