Astartes fought in chaotic melees aboard every warship, but the fiercest fighting was on Haka's Battle Barge.
By now, Haka's quarters had been smashed to pieces. The Phantom Feather Warband did have a slight numerical advantage, but why did the enemy have so many suits of Terminator Armour?!
Especially the one at the very front-wasn't that a bit ridiculous?! How could he run so fast?
The Chaos Warriors' dozen or so Terminators were no match for them at all and were hacked into chunks of meat. These people were practically World Eaters!
After the trading fleet reached the battlefield, the Slaaneshi warships turned and fled without a second thought. They could deal with the enemies who had boarded the Phantom Feather Warband Battleships once they reached the warp.
But the Crimson Tide Chapter had no intention of letting them have their way. Lured deeper and deeper in, the enemy had already entered the very heart of the star system. Retreating would not be that simple.
Killing people and stealing ships? We were old hands at that.
The Ambition-class Cruiser began suppressing the enemy ships with its superior firepower.
Haka knew full well that the situation had spiraled out of control. He had to cut his losses, or they would all die here.
He held Anlena in his arms. After one warp teleportation, her body had shown no signs of physical corruption, but her armour's machine spirit had already gone insane.
Then they would do it again.
Using his familiarity with his own warship, Haka reached the Teleportarium first. He pulled a lever, and it immediately sealed shut. The doors had become sharp, snow-white teeth, now clamped tightly together.
The Chaos Teleportarium had become the stomach of some enormous flesh construct. Bulging blood vessels formed sorcerous inscriptions, and a dim flash