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The Mountain Array, dragging its battered hull, slowly but steadily approached the mysterious Black Stone Fortress.

This giant warship stands out conspicuously in space, its damaged hull making it a striking presence on the battlefield.

Galton stood on the control platform, his eyes fixed on the data screen in front of him, carefully checking the status of the boarding cabin and the Thunderhawk.

After a thorough check, he quickly relayed the latest information to the other Imperial commanders: "The Mountain Array is currently the closest ship to the Black Rock Fortress, and we have plenty of transport vehicles available for deployment."

Meanwhile, on the other side, aboard the Hercules, the Ever Victorious Army, the Templars, and the Imperial Guard were preparing to board the Stormhawk and launch a boarding operation.

However, due to limited resources, there were no more Stormhawks available for other units to use at this time.

Renault, clad in a meticulously modified Tektronix power armor suit, strode confidently onto one of the Stormhawks.

"The Imperial Guard and Primarch Guard will be the first to storm Blackrock Fortress, and the Minotaur fleet will clear a safe passage for us to Blackrock Fortress," Renault announced loudly, his voice carried through the communication channel to everyone's ears. "The other Imperial forces will be covered by the Mountain Array."

Upon receiving the message, Spyr immediately responded, "Understood! We will complete the assembly on the Mountain Formation as soon as possible."

After speaking, he turned to look at the boarding squad commander beside him and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The Imperial Navy knew it couldn't rely entirely on Astartes; their own mortal boarding forces were also a force to be reckoned with, and these brave and fearless soldiers would be the Space Marines' strongest support in this fierce battle.

As time went on, the Mountain Array continued to receive Space Marines from various chapters and boarding parties sent by the Imperial Navy.

The atmosphere inside the ship was tense yet orderly, with everyone busy making final preparations.

At the same time, the Mountain Array's engines roared to full power, spewing out dazzling blue flames and propelling the behemoth toward the Eternal Will Blackrock Fortress, which had fallen silent due to the civil war.

As the hatch of the Hercules Empire slowly opened, Stormhawks shot out like arrows, carrying deadly boarding forces, and sped toward their distant targets.

These Stormhawks are equipped with powerful Void Shields, which can effectively defend against enemy attacks.

They traversed the starry sky at an astonishing speed, swiftly passing over the massive and majestic Mountain Array.

Although the Yamajin was badly damaged, it stubbornly held its post, spewing angry flames at the enemy with its remaining guns.

The massive cannons roared deafeningly, their enormous shells slamming into the Chaos warships with terrifying power; meanwhile, the light spears gleamed with dazzling light, accurately striking one Black Fleet warship after another that was trying to support Blackrock Fortress.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Vengeance Soul, Abaddon, his face contorted in rage and his eyes bloodshot, was furiously smashing everything in sight, cursing incessantly: "You treacherous bastard!"

The once-arrogant Chaos Lord was now enraged. Although he had been kept in the dark about many crucial details, he had still managed to uncover the conspiracy of the two Primarchs through the changing situation on the battlefield—they had actually stolen all of his Blackrock Fortresses!

What's even more infuriating is that these two seem to have the support of the gods!

Abaddon gritted his teeth and shook off the brains, flesh, and organs that were stuck to Horus's claws, secretly vowing that he would not let the matter rest so easily.

He knew that if he continued to entangle himself with the matter, he would only become someone else's pawn and sacrifice.

Therefore, he angrily issued the order: "All Black Fleets, listen to my command and immediately withdraw from the battlefield!"

At Abaddon's command, the Black Fleet began to turn its ships around, gradually moving away from the area of ​​intense fighting.

However, Abaddon's anger did not subside. He secretly plotted how to take revenge on the two legions that had betrayed him, and make them taste the bitterness of defeat.

The only thing that reassured Abaddon was that Hecate of the Underworld was still under the control of the Black Legion, and the two Primarchs had not yet reached out to the ship of wonders.

With Abaddon's orders, the Mountain Array clearly sensed that the number of Chaos warships blocking its path was decreasing.

The damaged Void Shield generator overloaded time and time again, but it still held on, sending the Mountain Array close enough to board the Eternal Will.

“Someone needs to stay on the Mountain Array.” After assessing the current attack situation of the Chaos Fleet, Galton had to inform all the Astartes present, “The Chaos ships’ attack is not enough to destroy the Mountain Array. She can carry us to safety. We must hold her.”

Galton had something else he didn't say, but the Space Marines present understood.

If the defensive forces on the Mountain Formation are insufficient, this dilapidated giant ship could very well be captured by the enemy.

Galton knew that it was a disgrace no Space Marine could bear to be left out while his fellow combatants went on a desperate boarding maneuver.

“I will stay here, but I still need the help of some of my brothers in arms.” Galton sighed as he looked at the Imperial Fist, which now only had a handful of soldiers left who could fight.

Malakin shuddered uneasily, looking at Galton. As long as the Mountain Array didn't fall into enemy hands, they would rather let this ancient chapter monastery be destroyed here.

To ensure the boarding force's combat effectiveness, too many combat comrades cannot remain at the mountain stronghold, and they must have a commander who can command respect. So, isn't that...?

When Malakin came to his senses, he saw that everyone in the Astartes was looking at him. Malakin opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Time ticked by, and Malakin finally understood. "No, don't, don't do this."

“Commander Malakin, you should understand,” Amarridge said, though he was reluctant.

Malakin staggered back a few steps as if struck by a severe attack. Looking at the Astartes present, he slowly shook his head again: "No, I beg you, the Lamenters are still on their atonement journey, it is we who should..."

“We don’t want this either, but the facts require it.” Galton understood everyone’s choice.

“Please don’t make me… at least…” Malakin seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Sven Bloodhowl gently placed his hand on Malakin's shoulder armor: "Your warband needs to continue. The Lamenters cannot be wiped out here."

After the Bloodhowl Wolf Lord of Dalian finished speaking, Malajin seemed to have lost all his strength, supporting himself on the command platform with both hands, panting heavily.

Just then, the Mountain Formation prepared transport vehicles for the warriors who were making a desperate boarding maneuver. One by one, the Astartes left the bridge, leaving only Galton and Malakin behind.

“Cheer up, Commander Malakin, the Mountain Array needs you.” Galton walked up to Malakin. “We can bring them back.”