Dorn stood motionless for about a second before speaking.
"Tech-Priest, thank you for your dedication. You are now under my command."
"Or under mine!"
Suddenly, a voice brimming with anger rang out alongside a furious barrage of gunfire.
An Adeptus Custodes Venerable Contemptor Dreadnought came up beside them, looking exceptionally irritable.
Dorn's pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief even crossed his face.
The words "Only in death does duty end" were engraved on the Venerable Contemptor Dreadnought, in the Emperor's own handwriting.
The Primarch spoke slowly. "Is that you, old man?"
Someone older than Dorn had appeared on the battlefield.
The Dreadnought ran faster than a Rhino. He charged toward the Slothful Greater Daemon, which still lay snoring where it had been, and effortlessly swung an improved Reykaes-pattern Assault Cannon into position. With exquisite skill... he blasted the Greater Daemon's bed frame.
He knew the enemy's weaknesses very well. Holy plasma soon shattered a small depression in its back, sending destructive power surging into its body.
The thunderous snoring finally stopped. Dorn watched that wild fighting style. There was no doubt about it. Malak.
Sagittarius Malak, one of the first thirty Custodians created by the Emperor, a mainstay of the first War of the Webway, and the first Custodian in history to be interred in a Dreadnought. This fellow was still alive?
Malak was clearly unfamiliar with his surroundings.
Where was the city? Where was the city here?
I remember there being an Aeldari city in the Webway.
He looked beneath his feet. What exactly had happened here? Had Kallasta City been razed during these years of madness?
Daemons continued pouring through the breach in the Webway. The battlefield was far harsher now than it had been back then. At least they had once had a sturdy city