There were no more living threats； and Borhg’ash revved its engine； expressing its desire for
more blood。 Seeing one soldier on the ground still living； though he was dying fast as his blood
pumped from his severed leg； Marduk reversed his grip on his chainsword and drove it downwards
into the man。 The soldier shuddered as the sharp teeth of the weapon ripped apart his flesh； and
Borhg’ash greedily sucked up the gore。
Marduk loaded a fresh sickle…clip into his bolt pistol as he marched back out onto the main
concourse。 A frantic gun battle was still underway； with enemy soldiers high up on gantries sniping
down at the Word Bearers below。 Scores of white…armoured men were lying dead or dying
throughout the area； some crawling vainly for the futile safety of cover。
Sabtec’s 13th coterie was taking cover behind the bulk of the Land Raiders； positioned at
corners and snapping off beams at the enemy soldiers。 Lasgun shots impacted uselessly against the
armoured hulls of the massive vehicles； and those few Word Bearers that were struck shrugged off
the las…fire as if they were irritating mosquito bites。
One of the 13th dropped to one knee； aiming his stubby； daemon…headed missile launcher up
high； and smoke billowed out the back of the missile tube as he fired。 The missile screamed upwards
and struck the underside of one of the gantries where a cluster of snipers was positioned； exploding
in a billowing cloud of flame。 The flesh of the soldiers was sliced apart as super…heated fragments of
metal lacerated them； and the metal grid gave way。 Those not killed by the explosion dropped ten
metres to the next level of gantries； and were crushed as metal bracings were wrenched out of shape
and pulled down in their wake。
Khalaxis and his warriors stormed across the gantries； unstoppable juggernauts of muscle and
power armour that smashed through the enemy； throwing them over railings to fall fifteen metres to
the ground； hacking limbs from bodies with sweeps of chainswords and killing everything in their
path。
Three of the light armoured vehicles of the enemy were thrown upwards as a lascannon ignited
fuel cells； and a mushroom of fierce orange flame billowed upwards； black； oily smoke licking at its
edges。 One of the vehicles spun end over end and slammed into a wall； while the other two came
crushing down onto other unmanned vehicles behind which more enemy soldiers were hunkered
down。 They staggered back away from the inferno； and were dutifully gunned down by concentrated
bolter fire。
Kol Badar strode through the firefight snapping off shots with his combi…bolter； his entourage of
Anointed warriors walking steadily alongside him。 They eschewed any attempt to take cover； the
ancient； ceramite and adamantium plates of their Terminator armour offering them more protection
than rockcrete or steel。
One of the Anointed swung the heavy twin barrels of his reaper autocannon before him like a
scythe； laying down a withering hail of high…calibre fire that ripped everything apart
indiscriminately： armour； men； vehicles and rockcrete。
A body landed in front of Marduk； having been hurled from a gantry above。 The soldier’s helmet
was smashed； and his eyes stared blankly up at the First Acolyte。 Marduk kicked the man in the
head； splashing blood and brain matter across the floor。
More enemy soldiers were appearing； assailing the Word Bearers from all directions。 They were
caught in the middle of a crossfire； but were cutting the enemy down ruthlessly。 Marduk saw that
two Word Bearers had fallen； though their injuries were not mortal and they continued to fight on。
At least fifty enemy soldiers had been slain； and the casualties were mounting。
Under Kol Badar’s direction； Sabtec’s 13th began advancing up through the hail of fire towards
the gantries； while the Anointed laid down a hail of fire that kept the enemy’s heads down。 The
Land Raiders pivoted on the spot； their lascannons destroying everything they targeted； and their
heavy bolters ripping paths across the rock walls as they chased the enemy soldiers。
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Marduk raced up a steel staircase； taking the steps four at a time。 A las…blast struck him in the
head； scorching his pristine alabaster skull helmet； and he snapped off a shot with his pistol in
response； sending a man flying five metres backwards； a crater exploding from his back。
The enemy officers were shouting their commands； frantically attempting to rally their men and
reposition them in the face of the relentless advance of the Word Bearers； but they were panicking；
and their orders were not followed。 Men crawled backwards； attempting to find any place to hide
from the unholy fallen angels of death stalking towards them； firing off hasty shots with lasguns。
Marduk stomped onto one of the gantries and shot down two men； their blood misting the air。
With a kick； he smashed aside a stand of barrels behind which three men were taking cover； and
gunned the first two down。 The other was torn apart by a concentrated burst of bolter fire from
below； and Marduk moved on； his pistol raised before him as he fired more shots into the enemy
arranged along the gantry。
One of the white…armoured soldiers raised a melta…gun； and Marduk threw himself against the
wall as the weapon fired。 It scorched across his left shoulder pad； and warning symbols appeared
within his helmet display。 Namar…sin； coming up behind Marduk； hurled his axe； the weapon
spinning end over end and slamming into the soldier； cleaving into his face and embedding itself
deep in his skull。
Men screamed in agony as they were engulfed in flame； as Khalaxis’s 17th coterie advanced
opposite Marduk； trapping a score of soldiers on the gantry between them。 The flamer roared again；
and fire consumed half a dozen men； their flesh blistering as it burned。 Several fell over the railing；
plummeting to the floor where they smouldered and lay still。 The survivors were hacked apart as
Khalaxis led the charge into their midst； his chainaxe screaming as it tore through bone and tendon。
Marduk waded into the terrified soldiers from the other side； clubbing men to the ground and
executing them without mercy。
Less than five minutes after the bastion gates had been breached； the echo of gunfire ceased。 The
Word Bearers moved among the enemy soldiers； dispatching any who still breathed with swift
blows to the head。
Marduk came across one of the officers； his face awash with blood and his breath coming in
short； sharp gasps。 He looked up at Marduk’s inscrutable skull…faced visage in terror。
“Emperor preserve me；” he gasped。
Marduk bent down and gripped the man； his massive hand closing around the soldier’s face。
“The False Emperor as a deity is a lie；” he growled； squeezing； feeling the soldier’s skull
straining。 “No one will answer your prayers。 Where is the commander of this facility？”
“The… the lift；” gasped the man。 “Top floor。 Emperor save my soul。”
“The Corpse Emperor is not divine； and he does not care about the sanctity of your soul。 You
will see。”
Marduk crushed the man’s skull effortlessly； blood bursting from the soldier’s eyes； nose and
mouth as he died。 Standing up； he wiped his hand clean upon his tabard； and turned to face Kol
Badar； down below in the main concourse。
“I grow tired of this world。 It is time we ended this；” said Marduk； his voice booming across the
open expanse。 “Bring forth the Enslaved One； and let us get what we came for。”
As the first alarms sounded； Guildmaster Polio was taking a drink of his seventy…five year old
vintage amasec。 He almost choked on the fiery draught； and his adjutant； Leto； visibly paled。 Polio
slammed his glass down onto his table and was up and moving instantly。
The portal slid open as he approached it； and he stormed out into the adjoining room。
“What in the name of Holy Terra is going on？” he barked at his personal guard； a group of five
soldiers of the mercenary Skyllan Interdiction Force。 “Captain？ This better not be another perimeter
glitch。”
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The captain of his guard； a tall； broad…shouldered soldier with a serious face； had his hand to his
earpiece； his brow furrowed in concentration。
“No； sir；” he replied。 “The automated turrets have identified hostile targets on approach。”
“Hostile targets？” breathed Leto from behind the guildmaster。
“Have they been identified？” asked the guildmaster。
“No； sir； not as yet。 Wait；” he said； raising his hand to forestall any response as he listened to
incoming communications。 The soldier’s face turned grim。 “What？” he asked。 “Are you sure？”
“What is going on？” asked Guildmaster Polio forcefully。
“Sir；” began the captain； “the bastion has been breached。”
“Emperor preserve us；” said Leto。
“There must be some mistake；” said Polio。
“No mistake； sir。 A heavy firefight is underway on the garage concourse level。”
The captain swore； tapping at his earpiece as it went dead。 The other soldiers of the
guildmaster’s guard looked uneasily at each other。
“We must get you out of here； sir；” the captain said； his face dark。 “The bastion is
compromised。”
He strode towards the guildmaster and his adjutant； barking orders to his men。 They responded
instantly； and their lasguns hummed as they powered into life。
“I will not go；” said the guildmaster hotly。 “How many men do you have here？”
“Only three demi…legions； sir。 The others are all out keeping the peace at the Phorcys starport； or
aiding the evacuation efforts。”
“That is still； what； three hundred men？” asked Polio。
“It will not be enough； sir；” said the captain softly。
Guildmaster Polio glared at the captain。 “The Skyllan Interdiction Force is paid damn well to
protect this fortress and hold the peace。 You are not filling me with the confidence that the guild
money is well…spent； captain。”
“My lord；” said the captain； his expression stoic in the face of the guildmaster’s simmering
anger； “the enemy below are Astartes。”
“Space Marines？” breathed Leto。 “But we… we are loyal subjects of the Emperor。 Aren’t we？”
“Of course we are； Leto；” said Polio。
“They are rebel Astartes； my lord； and I have lost all contact with the demi…legions。 We leave；
now；” he said； brooking no argum