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Cautiously；　he　peered　inside。
He　saw　a　man　sitting　at　a　desk；　an　almost　completely　empty　decanter　of　dark　liquid　in　front　of
him。　By　his　manner　of　dress；　he　was　clearly　a　high…ranking　official；　and　another　man；　young　and
awkward；　stood　at　his　side。　The　two　appeared　to　be　engrossed　in　conversation；　and　they　did　not
notice　the　daemonic　vision　of　the　possessed　warrior　glaring　in　at　them。　There　were　two　exits　from
the　room：　an　elevator　lift　that　would　descend　into　the　body　of　the　aquila；　and　a　heavy　blast　door。
Climbing　backwards；　Burias…Drak’shal　reached　the　top　once　more；　looking　down。　On　the　back
of　the　eagle　head；　fifteen　metres　lower；　was　a　protected　platform　where　a　small　shuttle　was　docked；
and　where　the　blast　door　led。
Burias…Drak’shal　perched　some　ten　metres　above　the　blast　door；　and　settled　down　to　wait。　If　any
eye　had　been　able　to　pierce　the　darkness　and　the　howling　gale　he　would　have　looked　like　a　malicious
gargoyle；　crouching　motionless　as　he　awaited　his　prey。
“In　position；”　he　growled；　his　fang…filled　mouth　forming　the　words　awkwardly。
“Received；　Burias…Drak’shal；”　replied　Marduk。　The　snow　settled　over　him；　so　that　only　his
baleful　skull…faced　visage　peered　from　beneath　the　white　blanket；　his　black　eyes　staring　hatefully　at
the　enemy　structure。
“217th　Havoc　coterie；　split；”　Kol　Badar　ordered。　“Heavy　weapons；　hold　position。　Namar…sin；
move　the　rest　of　your　squad　forward　to　support　the　First　Acolyte；　and　ready　melta…bombs。　Move　on
the　First　Acolyte’s　word。”
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“Forwards　on　me；”　motioned　Marduk　as　Namar…sin　and　three　of　his　coterie　emerged　from　the
blanketing　gale　behind　him；　crawling　stealthily　forwards；　their　horned　helmets　covered　in　a　thick
layer　of　snow。
Marduk　resumed　his　advance；　inching　his　way　forwards。　Imperial　sweeps　arced　across　the　ice
three　times；　and　the　Word　Bearers　froze　each　time；　instantly　cutting　relay　feeds　and　voxtransmissions
to　make　themselves　all　but　invisible。
The　distance　to　the　closest　turret　was　no　more　than　twenty　metres；　and　the　bastion　gate　was　less
than　forty。　Metre　by　metre；　Marduk　and　his　chosen　brethren　crept　forwards。　The　wind　suddenly
dropped；　and　warning　sensors　flashed　in　Marduk’s　helmet。　Without　the　interference　of　the　billowing
ice…crystals　in　the　air；　the　turrets　swung　towards　the　Word　Bearers　and　opened　fire。
A　fraction　of　a　second　before　the　autocannons　unleashed　their　fury；　Marduk　rolled　to　the　side
and　high…calibre　rounds　ripped　up　the　ground　where　he　had　lain。　One　of　the　Havoc　Space　Marines
was　hit　by　the　opening　salvo；　his　helmet　smashing　apart　beneath　the　heavy　weapons　fire；　staining　the
snow　with　his　blood。
“Now；”　barked　Marduk　into　his　vox…relay；　and　a　beam　of　light　stabbed　out　of　the　storm　as　one　of
the　heavy　weapon…armed　Havocs　of　the　217th　coterie　fired　his　las…cannon；　and　one　of　the　turrets　fell
silent。　A　stream　of　white…hot　plasma　engulfed　another　turret；　and　plasteel　and　rockcrete　ran　like
liquid　as　it　was　destroyed。
Marduk　was　up　and　running；　roaring　a　catechism　of　devotion　as　he　unslung　his　chainsword。
Autocannon　rounds　screamed　past　him；　and　one　of　them　clipped　his　shoulder；　jerking　him　to　the
side；　but　not　halting　his　progress。　Another　lascannon　beam　stabbed　from　the　gale；　and　a　third　turret
was　destroyed；　detonating　from　within　as　its　ammunition　cache　was　hit。　The　resulting　explosion
threw　chunks　of　rock　in　all　directions。　Marduk　swayed　his　head　to　the　side　as　a　piece　of　red…hot
rockcrete　the　size　of　a　man　hurtled　past　him。
Marduk　was　five　metres　from　the　last　remaining　turret；　and　he　threw　himself　forwards　into　a　roll
as　its　barrels　swung　towards　him；　spitting　a　torrent　of　high…velocity　rounds。　He　came　up　to　his　feet
beneath　it；　and　grabbed　one　of　the　barrels。　Servo…muscles　straining；　he　pushed　upwards　with　all　his
might；　overextending　the　automated　turret　housing；　exposing　cabling　and　ammo　feeds。　Sparks
spattered　off　Marduk’s　skull…faced　helmet；　and　he　slashed　his　chainsword　across　the　turret’s
internals。　The　whirring　chain　links　tore　through　the　cables；　and　oil　gushed　like　blood。　Releasing　his
grip　on　the　barrel　of　the　weapon；　the　turret　flopped　lifelessly　to　the　side。
More　turrets；　higher　up　on　the　bastion’s　face；　were　opening　fire；　raining　down　a　hail　of　gunfire；
which　was　answered　by　the　heavy　weapons　fire　of　those　warrior　brothers　further　back。　One　of
Namar…sin’s　coterie　was　caught　in　a　fusillade　from　two　directions；　and　fell　to　one　knee　as　his　body
was　pierced　a　dozen　times。　Still；　he　refused　to　fall；　and　pushing　himself　back　to　his　feet；　he　ran　on
towards　the　bastion　gates。
Bullets　glanced　off　Marduk’s　shoulder　plates；　and　a　round　caught　him　in　the　chest；　knocking　him
back　a　step；　though　it　did　not　penetrate　his　thick　ceramite　armour。　With　a　hiss　of　anger；　he　lurched
forwards；　running　down　the　incline　towards　the　bastion　gates。　Beneath　the　overhanging　lip；　he　was
protected　from　the　worst　of　the　fire；　and　Marduk　pulled　a　melta…bomb　loose　from　a　chain　around　his
waist。　He　whispered　a　prayer　to　the　Great　Changer　as　he　primed　the　potent　grenade　and　slammed　it
onto　the　thick　door；　placing　it　over　one　of　the　locking　mechanisms。　Electromagnets　held　it　firmly　in
place；　and　a　red　light　on　the　melta…bomb　began　to　flash。
“On　approach；”　said　Kol　Badar；　his　voice　overlaid　with　static　and　interference。
As　another　melta…bomb　was　slammed　into　place　by　a　warrior　of　the　217th　coterie；　the　champion
Namar…sin　staggered　into　the　protection　beneath　the　gateway；　smoking　bullet　craters　across　his
armour。　His　left　arm　was　gone；　blown　clear　by　autocannon　fire；　and　his　armour　was　awash　with
blood。
“You　took　your　time；”　growled　Marduk。
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“I　apologise；　my　lord；”　he　said。　The　powerful　anticoagulants　in　the　warrior’s　blood　had　already
stemmed　the　flow；　and　formed　a　thick　crust　around　the　shocking　wound。
“I　can　still　do　my　job；”　said　Namar…sin　defensively；　feeling　Marduk’s　gaze　on　his　injuries。
Gritting　his　teeth；　the　champion　primed　his　melta…bomb　somewhat　awkwardly　with　one　hand；　before
slamming　the　bulky　grenade　into　position。
More　lascannon　beams　stabbed　from　the　ice　storm　towards　the　bastion’s　defences　as　the　Land
Raiders　approached。　In　response；　the　first　of　the　battle　cannons　spoke；　firing　blindly　into　the　gale；
the　ensuing　reverberations　shaking　the　ground。
The　melta…bombs　detonated；　and　the　metre…thick　gates　buckled　inwards。　The　force　of　the　superheated
explosions　was　directed　inwards；　searing　through　the　reinforced　metal　barrier。　It　was　not
fully　breached；　but　as　he　lowered　the　arm　that　shielded　his　face；　Marduk　recognised　instantly　that　its
integrity　was　compromised。
“Twenty　seconds；”　said　Kol　Badar’s　voice　in　Marduk’s　helmet。
Lascannons　fired　from　the　blinding　gale；　and　then　the　dark　shadow　of　the　first　Land　Raider
could　be　seen；　driving　at　speed　for　the　gatehouse。　An　explosion　slammed　into　the　ice　beside　the
behemoth；　knocking　it　to　the　side；　and　for　a　second　its　left…hand　tracks　lifted；　spinning　wildly　before
it　slammed　back　on　the　ground　and　corrected　its　angle　of　approach。
Marduk　moved　to　the　side；　his　back　to　a　rockcrete　support　buttress；　as　the　immense　Land　Raider
gunned　its　engines。　Its　ancient　hide　was　inscribed　with　passages　from　the　books　of　Chaos；　and
symbols　of　devotion　and　allegiance　marred　its　clotted…blood　coloured　armour　plates。　Autocannon
rounds　ricocheted　off　the　Land　Raider；　unable　to　penetrate；　and　heavy　bolter　rounds　were　deflected
off　its　angled　plates。　Its　side　sponsons　lit　up　the　darkness　as　they　stabbed　into　the　gates；　further
weakening　them；　and　Marduk　pressed　himself　backwards　so　as　not　to　be　struck　by　the　monstrous
battle　tank　as　it　dropped　down　the　incline　towards　the　entrance　to　the　bastion。
It　slammed　into　the　weakened　gates　with　the　force　of　a　battering　ram；　and　they　collapsed
inwards。　Another　Land　Raider　bedecked　with　chains　from　which　severed　heads　and　limbs　hung
followed　the　first；　its　daemon…headed　exhausts　spewing　black　smoke　as　it　roared　down　the　incline
and　into　the　belly　of　the　bastion；　followed　by　the　third。　The　last　of　the　Land　Raiders　would　hold
position；　scanning　for　any　sign　of　the　enemy　out　on　the　plain。　With　the　enemy　bastion　breached；　the
heavy　weapons　toting　Havocs　of　the　217th　coterie　pulled　b