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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　argument。