The perilous situation aboard the Macragge's Honour greatly heartened the Word Bearers.
They had once attempted to cripple the XIII Legion's flagship at Calth and capture this vessel of their sworn enemy, corrupting it through the most blasphemous rituals as vengeance against the Ultramarines.
The Ultramarines had once burned their Perfect City to the ground. The Word Bearers would surely use the corrupted Macragge's Honour to raze the Ultramarines' homeworld.
Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.
Yet unforeseen complications during the Battle of Calth had alerted the Ultramarines, turning what should have been an annihilation into a void encounter.
In that battle, even Kor Phaeron, the primarch's adoptive father, vanished at the very last moment before escaping into the Warp. His fate remained unknown.
And now, this colossal warship had once again become a source of grave concern for the Word Bearers. They abandoned any fantasy of capturing it and instead sought to destroy this Gloriana-class Battleship by the cruelest means possible.
If they could not have it, then they would destroy it utterly.
On this tiny Amatara, two Gloriana-class Battleships were actually going to sink in a single day. The Word Bearers' captains chanted their sacred truths in fervor.
Once it fell, the Ultramarines' reinforcements would be completely destroyed as well. If these warships gathered from throughout the Five Hundred Worlds were wiped out, the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar would be lambs awaiting slaughter, theirs to take at will.
"Chapter Master, the primarch's signal has arrived. He ordered us to prepare to make way!"
The Servitor responsible for communications twitched all over, yet it still relayed the signal it had received to the captain.
"Excellent. Our secret weapon has finally arrived. Those Word Bearers have been suppressing us for far too long. It is time to turn the