To cover his brothers, Azrael immediately ordered a heavy barrage against Angron, but the results disappointed him even more. Explosive smoke engulfed Angron as every model of light and heavy bolter, along with high-energy melta and plasma weapons, opened fire.
Before long, Angron charged out of the smoke and continued slaughtering everyone around him with his longsword and Great Axe.
The rumors were true. Angron was immune to all ranged damage. Heavy firepower could slow him down, but could not harm him in the slightest.
Having witnessed the vast gulf in their strength, Azrael clenched his jaw hard enough to shatter his teeth. This was no time for a contest of courage. To preserve the Legion, he immediately ordered some of his men to hold the rear while he led the main force in retreat.
The Red Angel was not so easily held off. Angron broke through the Dark Angels' rearguard faster than Azrael had imagined. In little more than ten minutes, he had slaughtered every Astartes left behind.
"Roar!" Angron bellowed and charged after them. He had even found time to string together the freshly severed heads and hang them from his waist.
Blood trickled from the corner of Azrael's mouth. He hated Angron, that traitor, but hated his own weakness even more. He was not strong enough to defeat him.
In orbit above Evil Dragon Forest, the Dark Angels' fleet also faced a crisis. Vashtorr had compressed a portion of the Warp into a pocket of space. When the moment was right, he opened it, and Abaddon and his black fleet sailed out.
Together with the Chaos Fleet outside, they surrounded the Dark Angels' fleet, ready to annihilate it.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!" Aboard the Vengeful Spirit, Abaddon laughed wildly. Watching the Loyalists' Space Marines die one after another and