The Crimson Tide had antagonized plenty of people in the Warp, and Honsou had suffered badly at their hands.
"If you want me to send troops, fine. I want to capture those bastards calling themselves the Red River."
"That won't be easy. Our Astropaths intercepted an Imperial Astropathic Message. The Crimson Tide has fifty thousand Primaris Warriors and has returned to the Imperium. They're currently in the Solar Sanctum."
As far as Honsou was concerned, Abaddon ought to solve problems like that himself. If Abaddon had sent someone to find him, didn't that mean he wanted Honsou to spearhead an attack on Imperial defenses?
No chance. Who would do something without any benefit? He had an enormous army to feed.
Felix Cross could only ask him to choose another target. Honsou's forces excelled at siege warfare. With the Imperium's interior so vulnerable, the fortresses scattered across its territory actually held few troops. Most had been dispatched to maintain peace nearby.
Right now, those fortresses were full of wounded soldiers receiving treatment. They could simply attack an Imperial fortress and carry off the wounded inside.
The Space Wolves' Expeditionary Force had sealed the entrance to the Eye of Terror tight. The Wolves' heavy casualties did not mean the force's other Chapters were incapable of fighting. The Doom Eagles Chapter, a Second Founding successor of the Ultramarines, was currently taking an active lead in the defense.
They were utterly aloof, utterly ruthless, and utterly devout-extremely difficult opponents. That Chapter never bothered discussing honor or duty with you. They focused solely on mourning death. The entire Chapter believed death was imminent and would show no reaction to losing anything.
"We can't send a large force surging out of the Eye of Terror. We can only infiltrate with small units in separate waves."
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