Some time earlier...
Horus watched his sons enter the boarding pods before turning back to Fulgrim.
"If you truly want to bring things to an end with them, I suggest you hurry."
"I don't think Angron can hold Bona's attention for long. Once he comes to his senses, they'll be the first ones he deals with."
"Once Bona has a free hand, the best your sons can hope for is to be strung up on Cabalide and burned as streetlamps for ten thousand years."
With gratitude in his heart, Fulgrim placed his left hand across his chest and bowed.
"Thank you, my brother."
Horus wanted to say more, but the first wave of Boarding Torpedoes had already launched, and the entire gun deck was shaking.
"Do what you think best."
With that, Horus caught the last Boarding Torpedo and was pushed into position by the heavy loading mechanism.
Watching the Luna Wolves launch their counterboarding assault, Fulgrim could not help feeling a flicker of envy.
There might have been considerable debate over which Legions Bona understood best, but there was no question that the Legion he despised most was the Emperor's Children.
Even the Death Guard had members within the Redemption Legion, yet there was still not a single member of the Emperor's Children.
Even the infamous Word Bearers slaughtered civilians to summon daemons, whereas the fallen Emperor's Children and the Drukhari kept outdoing one another in sinking beneath the bounds of civilization.
Every crime they committed served only to satisfy their most perverse desires. Only the dying screams of thousands upon thousands of innocent souls could give them the slightest satisfaction.
Aboard the Impact Ram...
The machinery aboard the warship still hummed, but its operators lay dead across their instrument panels, their fingers neatly severed and stuck into the