On the bridge's main display, the wreckage of the First Legion's flagship, the Unyielding Truth, tumbled silently as it broke apart.
Abaddon watched his weapon tear through the sturdy hull as easily as wet paper. Even a masterpiece built ten thousand years ago fell with ease, and his lips curled into a cruel smile.
"Planet Killer." What a fitting name.
One of the Imperium's most feared weapons, it had earned tremendous glory in the Gothic War and the Black Crusades. It was thanks to this vessel that the Black Legion could so easily crush worlds heavily defended by the Imperium.
During the Thirteenth Black Crusade, those blue tin cans had fought with everything they had to cripple the colossal vessel, forcing it to miss the feast at Vigilus.
But now, thanks to the creator Vashtorr, it had returned, bearing an even deeper grudge and ready to deliver another shock to the Imperium.
"Come about. Tear that barbarian's flagship apart for me too."
Abaddon's command echoed across the bridge.
"As you command, Warmaster."
The Planet Killer's enormous hull began to turn, the eerie glow of its main cannon slowly locking onto the Space Wolves' flagship, the Hrafnkel.
At that moment, the warship was beset by a swarm of buzzing plague wasps of Nurgle. Disgusting pus streamed over its hull, binding the proud vessel and leaving it unable to take effective evasive action.
The Doom Cannon at its prow began gathering energy. The herald of destruction sent ripples of the Warp through the surrounding space.
Just as the muzzle was about to spew fire and utterly shred the Space Wolves' pride, the daemonic Auspex suddenly let out an agonized wail, its shriek piercing the entire bridge.
Abaddon punched the distorted face on the instrument panel, sending a mixture of flesh and metal