firing。
“There；” said Marduk； stabbing a finger towards the familiar shape of the Infidus Diabolus。 “Take
us there。”
He saw the human wretch； Baranov； give him a sidelong glance； and bared his sharpened teeth at
the man。 Baranov paled； and dutifully swung the Rapture towards the mighty vessel。
Attack craft sliced across the nose of the rogue trader’s ship； pursued by the powerful； boxy
forms of Thunderhawks； and defence turrets on the sides of the Infidus Diabolus spread a blanket of
fire out towards the slower moving enemy bombers as they began an attack run against the strike
cruiser。
Baranov dived the Rapture down towards the underside of the Infidus Diabolus； taking them out
of the danger zone as the defence turrets increased the weight of their fire against the incoming
bombers。
“Towards the lower launch decks；” said Marduk； pointing。 “There are fewer defence batteries
there； and they have already locked onto the Sunfires。 We should be able to enter the hangar bays
unmolested。”
Marduk knew that the enemy bombers and interceptors would take precedence over an unarmed
shuttle； and that the automated guidance systems of the Infidus Diabolus would probably not fire
upon them while being assailed by other more pressing targets。
“That’s it；” said Marduk as they drew ever closer。
A Fury wove across their bow； pursued by a Thunderhawk displaying the leering daemon face of
the Latros Sanctum splashed across its hull； and Baranov hauled on his controls。 A bank of
lascannons aimed at the interceptor struck the Rapture in its port thrusters； sending the shuttle
careering off course。 Warning lights flashed up； and fire roared through the rear cabins。 The air
within the shuttle was suddenly sucked from the ship； and only the safety bulkheads slamming
closed； sealing the control cabin from the rest of the ship； stopped Marduk and Baranov from being
dragged out into space。
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“Take it in； fast；” shouted Marduk； and Baranov dragged the damaged shuttle back under his
control； aiming it towards the gaping launch bay that was looming up before them； filling their
vision。
Assault batteries alongside the launch bay pivoted towards the Rapture as she screamed towards
the ship； and they began to fire。 The shuttle was struck twice； shearing one of her wings off in an
explosion of sparks and flame； and then the Rapture was inside the Word Bearers’ launch bay。
Indentured workers scurried from their path as the Rapture slammed down onto the launch bay
landing zone； and a shower of sparks rose as the shuttle skidded and spun across the metal flooring。
It smashed into a wall and ricocheted off； shearing its left side completely away before coming to a
screeching halt。
“Nice landing；” said Marduk。
Two full coteries of Word Bearers Space Marines stood with bolters trained on them as Marduk
and Baranov stumbled from the twisted wreckage of the Rapture。 Marduk grinned and slapped
Baranov on the back heavily； knocking the man to his knees。
“It’s good to be home；” he said。
The First Acolyte was still naked from the waist up and his flesh was a tattered ruin； hanging
from his body in bloody strips。 The gathered warrior brothers stood with bolters levelled at Marduk；
for a moment； not recognising him； before they dropped to their knees； bowing their heads to the
ground before him。
“The traitor Astartes are attempting to disengage； admiral；” said Gideon Cortez； flag…lieutenant of
the Hammer of Retribution。
“How many have we lost？” asked Admiral Rutger Augustine。
“Two frigates and a destroyer。 Another two destroyers have taken severe damage。 The captain of
the Implacable wishes to pursue。”
“Order him to disengage；” said Augustine； somewhat reluctantly。 “We need those ships to
protect the line。”
“The mass transports have pulled free of the Perdus moons’ atmospheres；” said Gideon； reading
the communiqué from a data…wafer that was passed to him from a subordinate。
“Finally；” said Augustine。 He looked out towards the moons。 A fierce battle was underway； as
the bulk of the tyranid fleet converged on the doomed worlds； moving into firing range of the main
blockade line。
“Your order； admiral？” asked Gideon。
Augustine sighed。
“Exterminatus；” he said wearily。
Solon watched the rays of dawn lift above the horizon for the first time in over five months；
relishing the sensation of natural light upon his face。 The storms had all but cleared； and from his
position he had a clear view across the ice flows。 The white glare was almost painful； even through
the tinted windows of the spaceport； and he was awed by the sublime view。
For the past hour he had watched the alien chrysalides falling from the sky。 The xenos enemy
could be seen now； approaching Phorcys like a living tide。 People were screaming in panic； but
Solon did not bother himself。 There was no army here to face the enemy for it had long evacuated
the moon； and there was nowhere left to run。
Above the living carpet of the enemy； trails of fire were roaring down from the sky； as if the
burning tears of the Emperor were falling from the heavens to smite the never…ending xenos horde。
The cyclonic torpedoes； fired by more than a score of battleships in high orbit； slammed into the
surface of Perdus Skylla； and the moon was instantly engulfed in flames。
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Solon and all those who had not managed to secure passage off…world died instantly； and more
than eight million tyranid organisms perished in the hellish conflagration。
“The Emperor’s will be done；” said Admiral Rutger Augustine as he watched the moon ignite from
the bridge of the Hammer of Righteousness。
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CHAPTER TWENTY…TWO
Beneath a sky of fire and blood； the Basilica of the Word rose impossibly high into the air； hundreds
of barbed spires piercing the roiling heavens。 Each spire was more than five kilometres high； and
studded with jutting； rusted spikes。 Ten or more living sacrifices were impaled on each spike； and
they moaned in agony and torment as their flesh was torn from their bones by skinless daemons。
Thousands more kathartes circled the basilica； filling the air with their screeches and deathly cries。
The sound of the daemons mingled with the morbid chanting of countless millions of proselytes
within the basilica； their voices accompanied by braying daemonic choirs and the pounding of
industry。 Lurid flames burst forth from daemon…headed gargoyles as an endless stream of sacrifices
were slain in the blood…chambers deep within； and the deep baritone of Astartes voices lifted in
morbid cantillation。
Outside the temple； the lines of sacrifices； ten million strong； shuffled forwards； a never…ending
stream of humanity that wound its way through the blood…soaked avenues。 Deathly cherubs with
skeletal wings growing from their bloated； childish bodies swooped low over the masses； and foulsmelling
incense billowed from the censors hanging from the chains that pulled at their skin。 Ever
more penitents were constantly added to the lines； slaves and odalisques taken from a hundred
thousand worlds on which the Word Bearers had fought； bringing the holy word of Lorgar to all；
willing or not。 Most were already utterly corrupted to the worship of dark gods and went to their
deaths willingly； eagerly； yet twisted； black…clad minions of the Word Bearers continued to stalk the
lines； stabbing their needle…like fingers into any that shuffled forward too slowly； urging them on。
Discords floated along the lines； mechanical tentacles waving gently； and the rapturous blare of
Chaos in all its insanity assaulted the eardrums of the condemned from their grilled speakers。
Relentless mechanical pounding boomed from the discords； overlaid with daemonic bellows and
roars； voices whispering of death and the glory of Chaos； weeping of children and hate…filled
screams。
Eight immense gehemahnet towers surrounded the monstrous temple； and the doleful tolling of
their bells resounded across the hellish landscape。 Hundreds of thousands of rapturous voices rose in
glorifying chants as the colossal bells pealed； the sound torn from raw throats。
For as far as the eye could see； from horizon to horizon； towering shrines and temples to the dark
gods rose from the blood soaked earth of Sicarus； daemon home world of the XVII Legion and seat
of power of the Primarch Lorgar。 Kilometre…high obelisks hanging with thousands of lifeless bodies
and daubed with infernal runes had been erected in every quarter； and grand mausoleums；
cathedrals； and giant statues surrounded by squares teeming with worshippers spread out around the
basilica。
Spider…legged cranes picked their way across the horizon； each one accompanied by half a
million slave…workers that toiled to raise ever more impressive structures of devotion and worship to
the gods of Chaos； constructing new temples； fanes and sacrariums atop older； crumbling edifices
and cathedrals。 The work was constant； level built upon level； so that the majority of the buildings
were subterranean； an impossibly deep； labyrinthine warren of interconnected structures； all devoted
to the worship of Chaos in all its guises。 Indeed； millions of slaves toiled below ground； never
seeing the surface at all； carving out more caverns of worship； crypts and deep； hidden sanctums
many kilometres beneath the surface of the daemon world。
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The rogue trader； Ikorus Baranov； was down there somewhere； thought Marduk in amusement；
if he was not already dead。 He had enjoyed the look of horror and betrayal on the weakling mortal’s
face when he had ordered him to be taken into the slave gangs。 The human had served its purpose；
and was less than nothing to Marduk。
Two moons hung low in the burning skies； their jet…black surfaces wreathed in hellfire； like the
eyes of the gods staring down upon Marduk。
He stood on a high balcony constructed from human bones； staring down upon the glory of the
Host； arrayed below him on one of the immense terraces that extended down the sides of the
basilica： his Host。
It was gathered in all its might； standing in serried ranks； and Marduk felt pride as he looked
upon them。 Pennants of flayed human flesh fluttered from back…banners； and all within the Host had
repainted their left shoulder pads