Belisarius Cawl finished applying a vast swath of nano-paint, finally completing his preparations for battle. Then a report arrived from the front.
The Blood Army had been repelled.
The Archmagos decided to do something. In these circumstances, he could either seek out Guilliman or the Warmaster.
Now that the troops were awake, he could hardly keep them stuffed aboard the ships. There was not enough food for that, either.
Belisarius Cawl floated toward the Khan's sector.
Well, guess what?
The Khan was nowhere on the defensive line.
Fighting raged all around, yet hardly any enemies attacked the sectors held by the two strongest forces, the Ultramarines and the Dark Angels.
The Ultramarines detached some troops to support other battlefronts, while the Dark Angels stayed firmly planted where they were. No one could persuade them to move.
Say another word or two, and the guns of The Rock would turn toward you.
Abaddon had originally intended to attack that sector, since the passage guarded by the Dark Angels was closest to his forces.
There had just been one tiny flaw in the plan.
Ever since Angron had been banished by the Wolf King, Abaddon had been unsure when he would return. He therefore ordered his troops to infiltrate along multiple routes, stretching the undermanned Space Wolves Expeditionary Force until it could no longer cover both ends of its territory.
For every world they reclaimed, his multiple expeditionary forces would seize several more, expanding his territory through a war of maneuver.
Everything had gone smoothly at first, until one of his forces was wiped out.
Abaddon sent his trusted lieutenant Crixol to investigate. The intelligence he sent back indicated that a group of Night Lords had done it.
This infuriated Lord Abaddon, master of the Black Legion, Chaos Warmaster, the