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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 clatter of brother Alenso's boltgun on full auto almost drowned out the bestial roar of the rapidly approaching Ork horde. Almost. Spittle flew from gaping tusked maws as the xenos charged towards the scouts with their violently crude...
Eidolon swung his thunder hammer two-handed throwing all his transhuman might into the swing, his intended target vaporised upon impact with its now liquidised remains scattering in a gruesome ark. The Orks cared not for this display, the utter...
The howling of the wind was lost behind the scream of xenos particle whips and the sharp crack of gauss flayers. The undying cohorts of Necrons warriors marched in perfect lock step, every rank unleashing volleys in unison as...
Thunderous footfalls dislodged rusted debris, bringing them crashing down to the soiled ground only to be crushed underfoot by the trio of knights as they stalked through the industrial hellscape. Torsos swiveled left and right on their waist axes,...
Majorian stared at the hololithic display, its acid green light lending his patrician features a sickly hue. His gaze was unwavering, his brow furrowed as he teased the problem apart like a complex knot, seeking the right string to...
The brazen host advanced towards the impenetrable murk that shrouded their foes. The cold, hard light of a dying star glinted off their bronze and crimson mk X armour. A cohort of Primaris marines lead the way, elegant and...
From the darkness they emerged, two ominous shadows, their tracks rumbling as they turn in unison, embedding the ground beneath them. A confusion of wires, moving parts, and callous skin stretched over metal forms a sick human resemblance. Emotionless,...
Zharapa the Imperious raised his warscythe above his head and at his signal his undying legions began their methodical advance. The brass armoured interlopers continued their bombardment but it would come to nothing despite their unfailing accuracy. Necron warriors...
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...

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