Prologue & Happy reunion
Holed in position
Turn of the tide
Ignition of Malice
Eye of Hatred
The Truth beyond the Death
Thyrganian kicked the rubble in frustration. He knew that orks couldn’t be that accurate with projectile weapons. He was eager to find out who, or what was helping orks. He had his fear for it but he didn’t want to believe it. His eyes met with ancient bolter as he cleared the rubble. He started cursing, getting louder all the time as he saw more and more hints of his fears. He lifted huge piece of concrete wall quite easily and stared at the mingled corpse. He spat at it and punched his power fist at it, turning it into a bloody mess.
´These are dark times, my brothers. The Glorious Imperium is threatenedd from all sides. But most, and hated foe are the traitors. They shall never be forgiven, for turning on our master, the Saviour of Mankind, the Creator of Adeptus Astartes. They betrayed the most holy thing in the Imperium, and for that we shall have our avenge on them. They shall fear our Wrath!´ Thyrganian spoke to his fellow battle-brothers who had gathered around him. They all watched darkly at the almost unrecognizable form of a marine. It had once beared the unholy icon of Iron Warriors.
***
Thelacan hid in the bushes, keeping he’s eyes fixed on the Guard’s small rearguard. He crept through the bushes, so silent was he that not even birds wouldn’t have noticed him until too late. He was close now. He had removed his helmet to hear the heartbeats of his prey. The scent of fear coming from the guardsmen sent a shiver down his spine. He enjoyed, sliding his finger along the blade of his massive axe, until a drop of fresh blood appeared at his finger. He founded himself upset as the Laruman cells did their work, the blood glotting instantly. His eyes turned blood red.
He roared, the guardsmen frozed to their tracks from fear. Then he leaped upon the puny humans, crushing one of them under it’s bulky body. Thelacan clutched his huge axe and started swinging it side to side. After a while there was nothing around, except the bloody ruins and severed limbs of the unlucky guardsmen.
Khảrngar landed in the opening, folding it’s jetblack wings inside it’s skin where they were out of harm’s way.
´You love it, don’t you...´ Khảrngar said, grinning it’s grim face.
´Yess...´ Thelacan hissed as he removed the skulls of the dead. He stood up, clipped the skulls in the hilt of his axe. He looked up to face the daemon’s malevont gaze. Khảrngar was pleased to see his God’s work in the mortal. Thelacan’s face had reformed, it’s skin like removed, fat scraped out and put back on, bit too tightly. He beared large mark of Khorne, like it was a tattoo, only it was burned blood and skin. His eyes were milky white, pupils were blood red, creating a dreadful contrast at his darkened skin.
´It is time.´ Khảrngar said.
***
Barrage after another fell from the sky, showering Imperial forces with death as Iron Warriors artillery kept firing. Lieutenant Keffer led his platoon to cover at almost intact building, taking defense positions Julius followed in with his squad. Julius walked to Keffer and saluted.
´Sir!´ Julius shouted but Keffer continued to issue orders.
´Charlie Squad at the second floor, Delta Squad, take the position at third floor and try to get a fire arc to that doorway. Remnants with Command Squad, we’ll cover the entrance.´
´What about us?!´ Julius managed to shout over the noise. Keffer turned to look at him.
´You, my friend... Keep the enemy outside this building.´ Keffer said coldly. Julius nodded and backed away.
´Keep sending that message, I want that Armour Support here.´ Keffer snapped to vox-operator.
Couple of hours had passed until they made contact with enemy. Autocannon started to fire, it’s roar alerting everyone on both sides. Enemy figures fell as they moved to occupy another builging opposite of Guard’s position. Groups of cultist charged from the house under the covering fire of Iron Warriors, methodical bursts of bullets swept the side of the building. The dash of the cultist was almost succesful, few more meters and they would get inside the building to spread death and terror. As the leader of the cultist reached the entrance of the building the burning, hot flame engulfed him and several other cultist, leaving them burning and screaming. Through the smoke and dark doorway came several las-shots, searing the skin, leaving the miserable cultist to the ground whining in agony. Cultist were left dumb-founded in the street, friendly and enemy fire cutting them down. Bursts of las and bolter shells changed sides, creating a killing zone between the two buildings which was a spectacular sight.
Unfortunately, the accurate fire from the Traitor Marines were telling more. The casulties of the Guard kept growing all the time, slowly but certainly.
´I can hear that our cavalry has arrived!´ Keffer shouted cheerfully as he heard the creak of the tank’s tracks.
´But sir, I haven’t received any message from our Support!´ Vox-operator shouted back at him, Keffer sensed the fear in the guardsman voice and realized it too. The damned Traitor Armour was imbound to their position.
´Tell them that we have traitor tanks imbound, and we need urgent assistant, now!´ Keffer shouted to the man who operated the vox. He felt a tiny seed of panic growing inside him. Suddenly a firm hand took him by shoulder. He startled a bit but calmed down as he saw the hardened face of the grizzled veteran.
´If our autocannons can’t get it wrecked, we might be good as dead...´ Julius said, bit sadly he saw a fear growing in the lieutenant.
´...But I have krak grenades so that if it comes close-by I can try to take it out.´ Julius continued his sentence. Keffer nodded and tapped Julius on shoulder and returned to dark corner where were a small hole which allowed him to study the field safely.
Sergeant Dezarov had heard the situation, but didn’t mentioned it to his men.
Why’d he do the most stupid thing in the world? Tell the men about the tanks and you can count yourself dead... The guardsmen relocated the autocannon as it didn’t need to cover the doorway as all cultist were dead. He smiled to himself as the training had payed off, enough kicking their butts and hammer the wisdom in their head did it’s work. He peered carefully over the ledge and wondered what their enemy would do. Immediatly a bullet scratched his helmet, he crawled back against the wall in shock. He grapped his helmet with shaking hands and swept sweat from his forehead.
´Be careful, lads. We’re up against the devil’s themselves.´ Dezarov said and received the fearful nods of his men. He examined the scratch on his helmet, little bit deeper and the bolter shell would have been exploded, taking his head with it. He swallowed hard. He felt a odd hatred growing within and wrenched the grenade launcher from the dead guardsmen and shot a round at the traitors. By such incredible luck the grenade hit at a weak point and small part of the house collapsed. He gave himself a cheerful scream and managed to dive back in cover as a salvo of bolter shells came for him. Instead of his head, they snapped on the wall.
***
Tank Commander Sartain came down from the turret of the Leman Russ Demolisher, and after a difficult struggle through the confined space of the tank he managed to get within the driver.
´How long time it is before we’ll arrive at our destinion?´ Sartain shouted over the noise of the engines.
´ETA ten minutes.´ Driver replied.
´Hope they’ll survive that long...´ Sartain replied and headed back to the turret., and cursed as he started the annoying struggle again.
As he opened the hatch and looked back he saw the Hell Hound was within safe distance of them. Then he looked forwards of their direction and saw the jogging Sentinel were scouting efficiantly. Then he noticed movement in the houses ahead and remembered the Storm Troopers. He though the Tactica Imperium and tried to remember the most important thing to him from it. He grinned smugly.
***
Thelacan sneaked through the ruins, the scent of blood acting as a guide for him he headed towards the building where were Imperial forces trapped. He made with incredible speed over the rubble. Khảrngar were high above, watching over him, diving down to protect him if he would be in extreme trouble and this bothered him big time.
Since when would daemon sacrifice it’s life for mortals? Or maybe did Khorne keep him in great value and Khảrngar wouldn’t dare to disobey his God’s will... Then he laughed outloud to the daemon, he dropped to he’s knees and just bursted into a hysterical and insane laugh. Gagling he rolled on the ground, suddenly he managed to get a scratch on his cheek from the rubble, he tasted blood and the Red Mist covered his eyes. He jumped up and continued his seek for the skulls to his true God.
Khảrngar smiled coldly, enjoying as his puppet did everything with a snap of his fingers.
The typical lies always worked with mortals... Khảrngar though and chuckled.
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