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The Eternal Mountain's magnificent main gun began charging, preparing an explosive round for point-blank fire.
This ammunition, normally used only against Tyranid Bio-ships, had been gathering dust in storage. At last, it had a use.
Aboard the warship, a newly made Primaris warrior, Vlorus, was preparing for the first boarding action of his life.
Brand-new Mark X Power Armour was gradually fitted onto his body. This was his personal suit, and its inner armour was densely inscribed with names. Every one belonged to a mortal brother who had once fought beside him.
He remembered how each brother had looked in life. He remembered the dying words of every mortal soldier who had fallen in his arms.
See the whole galaxy liberated for me.
He had engraved those names, one by one, onto the hardest armour with his own hands.
With every heart united, we can go anywhere beneath the heavens.
The last plate settled onto his body. Vlorus gently clenched his fists. Good. Strong. Good for killing enemies.
The warriors had no intention of using Assault Pods. If their Machine Spirits were corrupted by the Warp halfway over, that would be quite the laugh.
The warship rammed its way into the flesh construct until it approached an area that had not yet been fully corrupted. The junction between the edges of the two Gellar Fields would serve as the warriors' main assault route.
"Vlorus, looking good. Get back in formation." The speaker was Ashlan, one of the earliest Primaris warriors, currently serving as both Vlorus's instructor and squad leader.
Despite Vlorus being more than a hundred years older than him.
"I'm doing well, Brother Ashlan. I'm ready."
"Good. Fall in."
Ashlan turned and walked to the front of the formation, three Power