Fortunately, everyone wore faceplates. Both Chapter Masters probably looked equally miserable beneath them.
Evan hurriedly dragged his Librarian Dreadnought back into the Stasis Field, while Wilson's arrival silenced the whispering Bronze Claw warriors.
The Bronze Claws Chapter's other companies had been led by their Chaplain to support another war. They needed to hurry over, and Evan had no desire to chat with these warriors either.
These fellows were a textbook example of being beholden to the Departmento Munitorum's generosity. Almost all their supplies came from Imperial support, so they did their utmost to answer the Imperium's distress calls.
It was time to say goodbye. There was no need to linger.
The Bronze Claws warriors were an interesting case. They did not know the Crimson Tide Chapter had visited before. They thought the Chapter had come in response to their emergency appeal and believed they owed them a favor.
Meanwhile, the old Librarian's "education" had actually persuaded a few of them. The Chapter's divisions along clan lines seemed to have grown a little worse.
After bidding farewell, Evan rushed straight to the next battlefield.
Life had certainly been full since he arrived in the Segmentum Obscurus.
Let me see just what's going on with that Slaaneshi Cult over there.
The troops William led rampaged through the enormous fortress. Very few Purestrain enemies appeared, which put several Iron Warriors on alert. But that was fine. William had prepared a magnificent gift for these xenos too.
Rustling noises rose from underground. The shattered fortress corridors were littered with broken six-winged Emperor's Icons. The warriors sprinted through the rubble, racing toward the central tower as fast as they could.
The tower at the fortress's center housed the main Void Shield installations. Conventional defenses would not have been designed this way. Ideally, a Void