The Lord of Change's apostles could do little damage to Adamantium Armor. Instead, they blasted apart the walls meant to imprison the Adamantium Warriors.
For the Tzeentch Daemons, confronting the Adamantium Warriors was clearly the worst option. The ten daemons had a simple plan: banish these warriors, then take control of the mortals aboard the fleet and turn the entire vast armada into the God of Wisdom's forces.
There were many ways to banish someone, such as the Guilliman method... getting punched into space by Lorgar and left drifting there.
Another was to trap the enemy in a section of a ship, then detach that section entirely.
For now, these daemons were merely testing attack methods. Tzeentch had yet to launch his full offensive.
The Corpse Controller Daemons manipulated the dead Primaris Warriors' bodies, hiding among crowds of mortal cultists and joining the probing attacks.
The fighting was fierce-or pretended to be. The daemons ordered all the cultists to charge at once, briefly creating the illusion that every mortal had already succumbed to Chaos.
Won't you call for reinforcements, Adamantium Warriors?
They would not.
Perturabo's sons would never admit their own incompetence.
The Iron Warriors were every bit as stubborn as the Imperial Fists. The three warriors slaughtered their enemies furiously, refusing to request support until they stood on death's door.
Instead, their "battlefield intelligence" had long since reached the half-company of warriors above. Those warriors attended to their respective duties, accelerating their patrols, particularly around the crew.
After sealing off the lower decks, their first task was to check whether the other crew members had been corrupted and whether the armouries had been looted.
The Dark Gods' will was constantly corrupting them. Every ship in the Warp was in danger.
This incident pushed the senior officers' decision past its