At that moment, the planet's surface was bustling. Astartes recruits landed on the islands in small groups, and after taking several hard slaps to the face, the "great powers" entrenched there finally settled down.
Undercurrents still stirred within them, but the Astartes made one thing clear through overwhelming force: even together, they were no match for them.
Once a faction discovered that its enemy could always appear in the Core Region of its territory and cut down its supreme leader, it would inevitably fall apart.
Aboard the warship, Evan finished his meeting with the senior figures, then glanced at the most accurate prophetic talent beside him—a Lamenters warrior—and back at the planet.
Better not let him land. This harrowing journey through the Warp has already demonstrated the Lamenters' law of spreading misfortune perfectly.
If I send him down there, will the planet explode on the spot?
"Great son of Sanguinius, we are short of manpower and need your help."
"No need for formalities, Brother Evan. For humanity's future, I would brave fire and water, slay—"
"The mining base on that moon needs your help to speed up our advance. Its inhabitants are fighting back using large mining machines. We shouldn't destroy all those facilities. After all, we need a prosperous Imperial planet, not a heap of ruins." Evan cut the Lamenter off. Those "noble" descriptions meant nothing at a time like this.
Get him off the ship quickly, before it suffers another bout of bad luck.
Just as the Lamenter departed the Eternal Mountain aboard a transport, the five Raven Guard warriors' "jailbreak" plan was discovered. They reluctantly retreated and resumed their dull routine of complaining to the statue of the venerable Emperor about Evan's "house arrest."
In the underground city's warehouses, robots were being reawakened. Updating and servicing