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The red lighting failed momentarily as another violent shudder rocked brother Erkhad in his restraint harness. His weapon did its best to buck free of his grip despite the mag locks, such was the ferocity of high velocity orbital...
Herrian flexed the foot long razored digits of his left claw, his right claw embedded in the ruined wall of a bombed out second storey hovel is all that kept him from plummeting to the debris strewn ground. The...
The unnerving, ululating wail of eradication beamers drowned out the constant buzz of galvanic rifle and radium carbine fusillades and the piercing screams of their xenos targets. The gleaming white cohorts of Metalica's Skitarii held a living tide of...
Thunder followed fire, blooms of violence that formed brief manmade geysers of snow, soil and blood. The bombardment rolled onwards, sweeping the blasted ruins of Arkelia clean of xenos before the grinding advance of of the Death Korps 252nd...
The Aureum Ignis sundered the veil, trailing kaleidoscopic tendrils of aetheric energy from the wound that its translation had caused in reality. The heaving energies of the warp seethed and roiled at having its prey escape this unkind embrace...
Like a putrescent bow wave the forces of grandfather Nurgle were preceded by a toxic miasma that rotted all organic matter and turned the very air toxic. The effect looked like a churning brown smog that rolled forwards over...
The Raid on Luyten "WHO DARES WINS" Principia Belicosa. Attributed to Capt. Dawid Sterleng, circa M2. This curious episode in the seven year long kin-slaying that is even now, mere decades after the fact, being mythologised as the Horus Heresy took...
Memnos shook his cowled head in despair, his aquiline features betrayed his dismay at the casual manner in which he was being dismissed. He, a scion of the most ancient house of Rhodea, one of the most ancient and...
Lhote shivered under his heavy robes despite the scorching desert wind. He never got used to the curious sensation of feeling air moving through his empty eye sockets. The desert air of Aral III brought with it the stench...
Sister Hild knelt, her holy bolter cradled like a new born against her armoured breast, the words of the 32nd Benediction of Righteous Hate issuing forth from her lips. Their Sister Superior led the squad in prayer, her face...

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