Bona looked at the items beside him. Everything was ready.
Before him stood Angron, imprisoned within the Blackstone matrix. Even with all four limbs severed, the enormous Daemon Primarch roared at Bona like a mad beast.
Bona raised a hand, and a gap opened in the Blackstone matrix as a black pillar engraved with mysterious runes rose.
In the next instant, infused with the immense power of the Warp, Angron's severed limbs regrew at a terrifying speed. He tore apart the chains binding him with ease.
The furious beast launched himself straight at Bona, moving so fast that even the Adeptus Custodes could not have followed him.
A moment later, a punch sent Angron flying back, embedding him in the deck.
A silver sword that had soaked in holy oil for thirteen full days pierced Angron's chest. The Daemon Primarch, once brimming with vitality, seemed to wither and ceased struggling.
The Book of Omniscience in Bona's hand began flipping rapidly. Obscure runes emerged from its pages, their shifting script floating in the air.
Psyker power unfolded around him. Wisps of pink mist appeared within the shifting blue light, mingling with it.
The frenzied war beast also began to calm. Angron, who had always been consumed by endless rage, slowly closed his eyes.
When Bona opened his eyes again, he saw countless figures charging toward him, roaring.
They were all different: Orks, Astartes, even World Eaters from the 30K era and the armies of Nuceria's slave masters.
These armies surged forward like a tide, shattering mountains and rending the earth wherever they passed, their sheer numbers enough to choke rivers.
But another roar came from behind him. Bona turned and saw the Daemon Primarch Angron roar as he rushed past him toward the frenzied army.
In the blink of an eye,