"Everything is going smoothly, Honsou. You gave them too much credit. These fellows are all neophytes."
The Word Bearer's mouth hung open unconsciously as he gazed up at the ceiling, where faint ripples of spatial distortion shimmered.
The Word Bearer-brand living communicator: you deserved one.
The Indomitus-pattern Terminator veterans deployed below had sent word. Their battle was proceeding according to plan, with casualties even lower than projected. Their opponents were all neophytes who had only just transitioned from partially augmented reservists into Primaris Warriors. Though reasonably experienced, they were still far too unfamiliar with controlling their bodies.
Macragge's defenders launched a counterattack against the assault. Everyone on this world was a soldier now. Facing Terminators invading their anti-aircraft batteries, the defenders demolished every road leading to the guns, leaving only the ammunition conveyor.
The shells at both ends of the conveyor had been cleared away, leaving ammunition piled only in the middle.
This was the only route left. The defenders intended to detonate the explosive rounds when the "slow-moving" Terminators passed through the pile, blowing both the entire conveyor and their enemies sky-high.
They had done everything they could. Indomitus-pattern Terminator armour had no teleportation equipment, but nothing prevented its wearer from being a Word Bearer.
A Word Bearer used the defenders' corpses to perform a foul teleportation ritual, making a short-range jump that transported the five assembled Terminators inside.
Two became stuck in the walls.
The Word Bearer beside Honsou was also urging the commander to teleport the main force onto Macragge through the Warp.
"Follow my orders. I need intelligence, not suggestions." Honsou rarely spoke like this. He was an approachable leader, except when dealing with "wizards."
Like Perturabo, he fundamentally distrusted these mystical, muttering "wizards."
"I trust only data. With the planetary void shield still operational, the