Horus and his disgusting rebels had finally arrived.
They had come to the Solar System, humanity's sacred birthplace.
He had set the entire galaxy ablaze, reduced the vast Imperium to ashes, and caused the tragic deaths of trillions of humans.
Horus was a sinner against humanity, and a sinner against the material universe itself.
Sigismund's hand on his sword remained utterly steady, but his two enhanced hearts had already begun to race.
He had waited too long. His sword could no longer wait to drink deep of enemy blood.
He wanted only to kill every traitor, or be killed by them. At least then, he could smile and tell Dorn that he had given everything for the Emperor and the Imperium, that he had never been weak.
The Black Knight returned to central command at top speed. The moment the Warp anomaly had been detected, the primary Cogitator here had sent an alert back to Terra's command headquarters.
The primarchs' prediction had come true. The traitors had indeed used Pluto and Neptune as their points of breakthrough, heading straight for the Twin Gates within those planets' orbital ranges.
The enemy had not appeared through the layers of defenses at the Mandeville Point. As a result, the orbital defense systems, space fortresses, and garrison fleets established around the Mandeville Point had failed to achieve their intended effect.
Still, that was understandable. The rebel commanders were not fools. Anyone with half a brain knew that the Solar System's Mandeville Point would be heavily defended. Charging straight into an encirclement would leave them badly battered even if they survived.
The dark void unleashed by Horus had enveloped the entire Solar System. Though the Astronomican's light had prevented it from continuing to devour the system's matter, that bizarre power had still begun to affect