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A wet snap and the diminutive greenskin tumbled to the ground, lifeless, its head pointing at an unnatural angle to the rest of its body. Its killer melted back into the shadows, wrapping the obscurity about himself like a...
 An explosion of brilliant light tore through the Death Guard. Shimmering patterns of multicoloured diamonds forming and dissolving in a dazzling display of alien cunning as the Harlequins performed their deadly dance bounding and somersaulting around their grotesque foes....
The lumbering XV107 knelt down, a pneumatic hiss revealing the Shas’vre under its armoured carapace. Climbing on to his battlesuit’s shoulder, Vral surveyed the scene before him. An expanse of ruined Imperium buildings met his gaze. The burnt out...
Casualty read-outs and status reports continued to scroll through Haesulth's retinal display. Defeat always tasted bitter but to be forced to withdraw from his own fortress… for a son of Perturabo it was unbearable. Already those Khorne-worshipping dogs were...
"Shiny aren't they?" sneered Mukador as he racked his spike-festooned boltgun. Herros nodded, his helm’s daemonic visage cast in a crimson hue due to the hyper tectonically active surface of whatever blasted planet they found themselves upon. None had...
Blinka kicked Scumscrot in the back of the head sending him reeling forward into the mass of crude controls. The sound of clanking gears and tracks changed pitch as the grot tank veered left violently before Scumscrot brought it...
Augustus Fincham sat cross-legged in the middle of the disused slaughterhouse. All his hard life, he had sought the Truth. Not the “truth” spouted by the long dead preachers in their now-destroyed cathedrals. An Emperor worthy of worship would have...
Click. The unthinkable had happened. Brother Ybanez pulled the trigger of his Godwin pattern boltgun again with the same disappointing non-result. "Stoppage!" He roared as he cocked his weapons bolt to clear the jammed round but the enemy was...
The Iron Warriors’ march was slow, but purposeful. Their engines of war were ancient, powerful, and blessed by the sublime powers of the Warp itself. To them belonged the tools of death, theirs was the pleasure to kill, and...
Ardrestia's splayed foot crashed into the grey rock disturbing great clouds of rust particles that blanketed nearly everything on this once teeming imperial world. Through the swirling red dust the hunched forms of Ardrestia's brother knights errant could be...

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