The enraged Ultramarines swiftly opened fire on the Chaos traitors, but more and more Heretic Warriors charged into the Primarch's sanctum.
A Teleport Beacon was planted in the ground. In a flash of lightning, a mass of Chaos Terminators appeared inside the hall and unleashed a frenzied barrage.
The Honor Guard and the First Company's Terminators clashed with the Chaos traitors in an instant, and gunfire filled the sanctum.
Except...
For the four people in the middle of the battlefield.
Yvraine, Chosen of the Death; Archmagos Cawl; Living Saint Celestine; and Chief Librarian Tigurius.
The four simply stood in the middle of the battlefield, mere steps from combatants who were already splattering one another's brains everywhere. Everyone seemed blind to their presence.
And the broad path to the Primarch's Throne lay wide open, without a single person blocking it.
The four exchanged glances, then swiftly dragged the enormous Iron Casket containing the Armor of Fate over the Thunderhawk wreckage and rushed forward.
Calgar roared as he lifted the Thunderhawk, then hurled it aside, crushing several Black Legion soldiers.
"I'll kill you all!-"
The Chapter Master charged furiously into the battle, his five-hundred-thousand-horsepower Power Fists blasting every enemy in his path to pieces with a single punch.
The Second Company swiftly rushed in from outside, but ever more Black Legion soldiers leaped through the holes in the ceiling.
The once-holy hall became a bloody battlefield, with everyone locked in face-to-face slaughter.
Inquisitor Greyfax, who was bandaging her wounds behind cover, glanced up and caught sight of something shocking.
Cawl's enormous, bizarre machine was powering up, enclosing Guilliman where he sat within the Stasis Field.
No, they... how could they?
How did they get over there?
Greyfax was just about to rush over and stop them when two Terminators suddenly seemed to