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now　that　his　mouth　was　filled　with　daemonic　tusks　and　teeth。
Marduk　shook　his　head；　and　swung　to　his　right；　blasting　another　of　the　xenos　creatures。
A　sheet　of　metal　in　the　shadowy　ceiling　overhead　smashed　down　in　front　of　him；　and　another　of
the　creature’s　leapt　towards　him；　murderous　claws　flashing　for　his　face。
Burias…Drak’shal　leapt　past　Marduk　and　hit　the　creature　in　mid…air；　driving　it　into　the　reinforced
steel　wall；　which　buckled　inwards　at　the　force　of　the　blow。　The　possessed　warrior　and　the　deadly
xenos　creature　were　locked　together　as　they　slid　to　the　floor；　thrashing　frantically；　limbs　entangled。
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After　a　few　frantic　seconds　of　combat；　the　fight　ended；　Burias…Drak’shal　pinning　the　creature’s
head　to　the　wall　with　one　of　his　thick　talons。　Pulling　his　talon　free；　the　creature　slumped　to　the
ground。　Burias　looked　up　at　Marduk；　a　feral　grin　plastered　across　his　daemonic　visage。　His　armour
was　hanging　loose　from　his　body　in　half　a　dozen　places；　and　strips　of　flesh　had　been　torn　from　him；
but　his　pleasure　was　palpable。
“Good　fight；”　he　said　with　some　difficulty。
“Good　fight；”　said　Marduk；　with　somewhat　less　enthusiasm。
The　Anointed　had　picked　up　their　pace　again；　blasting　with　their　combi…bolters　as　they　stamped
forwards。　Marduk　heard　the　roar　of　a　reaper　autocannon　firing　on　full　auto；　and　the　alien　screams　of
dying　xenos。
To　Marduk’s　right；　one　of　the　17th　coterie　was　standing　braced　in　an　open　doorway。　A　dozen
xenos　creatures　were　hurtling　up　the　side…corridor　towards　him；　their　claws　clicking　like　the　legs　of
an　insect　scuttling　along　a　metal　table。　The　warrior’s　flamer　roared；　and　they　screamed　and　thrashed
as　they　were　engulfed　in　flaming　promethium。
One　of　the　creatures；　its　body　wreathed　in　flame；　leapt　through　the　inferno；　and　ripped　the
warrior’s　head　from　his　shoulders　with　one　sweep　of　its　claws。　Marduk　hacked　his　chainsword　into
the　alien’s　neck；　the　teeth　of　the　weapon　whirring　madly　as　they　ripped　through　chitin　and　flesh；
spraying　blood　in　all　directions；　and　the　creature　fell　twitching　to　the　ground；　tongues　of　fire　still
burning　across　its　body。
The　corridor　was　a　charnel　house；　promethium　burning　fiercely　across　the　walls　and　floor；　and
the　blackened　corpses　of　the　aliens　were　smoking　ruins。　Still；　more　of　the　creatures　were　leaping
forwards；　throwing　themselves　towards　Marduk　along　the　blackened　hallway。
Snatching　up　the　flamer　from　the　lifeless　hands　of　the　headless　warrior　at　his　feet；　Marduk
squeezed　the　trigger；　sending　a　wall　of　flame　roaring　down　the　corridor；　lighting　up　the　darkness　and
engulfing　the　wave　of　xenos　creatures。　They　screamed　as　they　died；　chitin　melting　and　eyes　dripping
down　their　blackened　faces。　Still；　several　of　the　creatures　continued　to　claw　their　way　towards　him；
and　he　sent　another　burst　of　flame　shooting　down　the　corridor。
The　warriors　of　the　Legion　continued　their　advance　for　five　minutes；　being　attacked　by　wave
after　wave　of　xenos　assailants　that　hurtled　headlong　into　their　gunfire。　They　must　have　killed
somewhere　in　the　realms　of　thirty　of　the　deadly　creatures；　ripping　them　apart　with　concentrated
bursts　of　bolter　fire　and　flame；　though　it　was　clear　that　they　could　not　endure　such　a　furious　assault
indefinitely。
It　was　impossible　to　gauge　the　number　of　the　enemy　in　the　shadowy　confines；　but　the　Word
Bearers　were　already　running　low　on　ammunition。　Firing　a　final　burst　of　flame　behind　them；
Marduk　discarded　the　flamer　unit；　dropping　it　to　the　ground；　its　promethium　canister　expended。
“Keep　moving；”　he　barked　as　he　drew　his　bolt　pistol　once　more。
Kol　Badar　hissed　as　the　claws　of　a　xenos　creatures　sheared　through　one　of　his　immense　shoulder
plates；　gouging　a　deep　wound　in　his　flesh。　Firing　his　combi…bolter　at　point　blank　range；　explosive
rounds　tore　through　the　thorax　of　the　creature；　ripping　it　in　two。　He　smashed　another　alien　predator
away　with　a　backhand　sweep　of　his　fist；　the　blow　crushing　bone　and　sending　it　reeling　into　the　wall。
Another　creature　leapt　upon　him；　claws　scraping　deep　furrows　through　his　Terminator　armour；　and
its　jaws　opened　wide　as　its　thick；　muscular　tongue　darted　towards　his　throat。
The　Coryphaus　closed　his　power　talons　around　his　xenos　attacker’s　head；　coruscating　energy
rippling　up　the　long　blades。　With　a　twist；　he　ripped　the　alien’s　head　from　its　shoulders；　half　a　metre
of　its　spinal　column　still　attached；　and　flung　it　away　from　him　before　unloading　with　his　combibolter
once　more；　tearing　another　two　aliens　apart　with　concentrated　bursts　of　fire。　Warning　icons
flickered　before　his　eyes　as　the　chambers　of　his　weapon　emptied。
“Swap；”　ordered　the　hulking　Coryphaus；　and　he　stepped　to　the　side　to　allow　the　Anointed
warrior　behind　him　to　pass。
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The　massive　warrior　stamped　forwards　to　take　up　the　position　at　the　front　of　the　formation；　and
his　freshly　loaded　weapon　roared。
“Keep　moving；”　ordered　Kol　Badar　as　he　reloaded；　feeding　a　fresh　pair　of　ammunition　belts　into
his　weapon　system　and　locking　them　into　position。　His　weapon　whined　and　pulled　the　first　bolts　into
the　firing　chambers；　and　the　warning　icon　within　his　helmet　flashed　green　and　disappeared。
The　formation　approached　a　cross…junction；　the　side…passages　hidden　from　view　by　the　dull
metal　corners。
“Khalaxis；”　said　Kol　Badar。　“Grenades。”　The　column　paused　briefly　as　the　sergeant…champion
of　the　17th　primed　a　pair　of　frag　grenades。
“Fire　in　the　hole！”　he　shouted；　tossing　the　grenades　forward。　Kol　Badar’s　optic　stabilisers
compensated　for　the　sudden　flash　as　the　grenades　exploded；　dimming　his　vision　so　that　the　sudden
flash　did　not　blind　him；　and　instantly　the　column　was　moving　once　more；　the　lead　warriors　stepping
around　the　blind　corners。
Lumps　of　flesh　and　severed　xenos　limbs　had　been　scattered　by　the　explosions；　and　Kol　Badar
began　to　fire　as　he　picked　up　movement。　The　creatures　had　been　lying　in　ambush　for　them；　and　he
gunned　a　pair　of　them　down　as　his　auto…sensors　flashed　up　targeting　cross…hairs　before　his　eyes。
Too　late；　he　registered　a　flash　of　movement　to　his　flank；　and　tried　to　bring　his　weapon　to　bear　on
the　alien　leaping　towards　him　from　the　side；　but　the　bulk　of　his　Terminator　armour　slowed　his
movements。
A　chainaxe　slammed　the　creature　into　the　ground；　whirring　teeth　ripping　it　almost　in　two；　its　hot
blood　steaming　as　it　poured　over　the　floor　panels；　dripping　down　between　the　metal　grid。　Khalaxis
kicked　the　corpse　off　the　blade　of　his　axe；　his　bolt　pistol　making　another　alien’s　head　disappear　in　a
red　mist；　and　Kol　Badar　nodded　his　thanks　to　the　veteran　berserker。
“Advance　to　the　east；”　said　Marduk　through　the　vox　network。　“Our　quarry　is　near。”
Kol　Badar　took　up　the　lead　once　more；　stamping　forward　down　the　long　corridor　leading　to　the
east；　wary　of　attacks；　but　sighting　no　enemies。　The　corridor　was　a　hundred　metres　long；　and　he　felt　a
growing　unease　as　he　led　the　advance。
Behind　him；　the　rest　of　the　formation　was　following　in　his　footsteps；　the　Anointed　warrior　in　the
rear　walking　backwards　steadily；　his　combi…bolter　firing　almost　constantly。
Stepping　over　ribbed　pipes　and　cables　that　made　his　footing　uneven；　Kol　Badar　came　upon　a
closed　room；　its　walls　thick　with　a　tangle　of　pipes　and　insulated　wiring。　His　combi…bolter　tracked
around　the　enclosed　space；　registering　no　threats；　but　he　saw　that　there　was　no　exit　from　the　room
bar　a　heavy　blast…door　on　the　far　side。
Cursing；　he　moved　swiftly　towards　the　blast…door；　but　it　was　sealed　shut。　It　had　been　welded
fast；　and　deep　gouges　in　its　thick　surface　attested　to　its　strength。　Clearly；　the　xenos　creatures　had
attempted　to　gain　access　through　the　door；　but　even　their　deadly　claws；　which　had　torn　through
power　armour　and　even　the　vaunted　suits　of　Terminator　armour　with　contemptible　ease　seemed
incapable　of　penetrating　this　thick　bulkhead。
A　chainfist　would　make　short　work　of　the　bulkhead；　but　of　his　Anointed　warriors；　only　Elimkhar
was　equipped　with　one　of　the　weapons；　and　he　was　bringing　up　the　rear。
Set　around；　the　Coryphaus　saw　that　the　bulk　of　the　warriors
had　already　entered　the　room。　Only　two　of　Khalaxis’s　17th　coterie　still　stood；　and　he　cursed　again。
“You　have　led　us　into　a　dead　end；　First　Acolyte；”