A cruel smile curled Fulgrim's lips.
"I heard about it in the Warp. That bald bastard put together quite a circus. He even resurrected me? As what? A mascot? An offering to please that zombie father of ours?"
He abruptly reared up, his enormous serpentine tail lashing excitedly against the ground and crushing two unfortunate slaves into pulp.
"Boys! Turn the volume all the way up!"
"I'm going to see my disobedient little brother. Or rather... look in a mirror, then smash it to pieces!"
Zelanis reacted with astonishing speed.
This was thanks to the efficient mobilization system Horus had left behind, known as the "Corporate Slave Blessing," and Archmagos Malthus's fanatical desire to test new weapons.
The Fire of the Phoenix tore through the Warp Storm, leading two hundred warships of various classes in a forceful push into orbit around Oya 4.
Standing before the command dais, the young Fulgrim wore master-crafted purple-and-gold Power Armour. He drew the sword at his waist-a farewell gift from Horus, a Power Sword named Dawnbringer, with a miniature disruption field sealed within its blade.
"Commander Letorion, bring our brothers. We're going to teach those noisemakers what true 'perfection' means."
The surface of Oya 4, the defensive line at Mining Zone 102.
The defenders, already on the verge of collapse, heard thunder rolling across the sky.
It was the shriek of Drop Pods tearing through the atmosphere. Countless white Drop Pods fell like angels' tears, striking precisely behind the Chaos Space Marines' positions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The pod doors blasted open.
Twenty thousand "Redeemers" in purple-and-gold Power Armour-the loyal Emperor's Children Legion, newly expanded on Zelanis-poured out like a purple tide.
They did not shriek like the Chaos traitors, nor did they shout slogans like ordinary Space Marines. Every face bore an almost