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sentry…guns　aside　with　backhand　blows　of　his　power　talons；　sending　them　crashing　into　cowering
defenders；　crushing　limbs　and　breaking　bones。
As　the　last　enemies　were　brutally　butchered；　and　as　Sabtec’s　squad　moved　forward　to　secure　the
area；　Darioq…Grendh’al　stamped　mechanically　forward；　each　heavy　step　accompanied　by　a　whine　of
servos。
The　magos；　Marduk　noted　with　a　smile　of　satisfaction；　was　now　truly　a　being　of　Chaos。　The　four
powerful　arms　of　his　servo…harness　were　as　much　organic　as　metal；　and　bony　protuberances；　serrated
thorns　and　hooked　spines　ridged　the　once　pristine　metal　limbs。　Fleshy　lumps　of　muscle　had　grown
around　the　servo…bundles　and　coupling　links　that　joined　the　servo…limbs　to　his　body；　and　a　large
curving　horn　emerged　from　the　left　side　of　the　magos’s　head；　bursting　through　the　blood…stained
fabric　of　the　low　cowl　that　hid　his　face　in　shadow。
Waving　mechadendrite　tentacles　sprouted　from　his　spine；　and　where　before　they　were　tipped
with　mechanical　claws；　sensory　apparatus　and　data…spikes；　now　several　of　them　ended　in　gaping
lamprey　mouths；　filled　with　rings　of　barbed　teeth；　from　which　ropes　of　oily　saliva　dripped。　The
surface　of　many　of　the　tentacles　too　had　changed；　their　metal　bands　morphing　into　smooth；　black
skin；　wet　and　slick　like　the　body　of　an　eel。
The　insignia　of　the　Adeptus　Mechanicus　had　been　altered　and　corrupted；　for　such　a　reminder　of
the　false　machine　faith　was　offensive　to　the　fundamentalist　Word　Bearers。　The　cogged　wheel　of　the
Mechanicus　had　been　overlaid　with　the　holy　eight…pointed　star　of　Chaos；　and　the　black　and　white
skull　motif　of　the　machine　cult　had　been　corrupted；　now　bearing　daemonic　horns　and　wreathed　in
flames　so　that　it　mirrored　the　sacred　Latros　Sacrum　borne　upon　the　left　shoulder　of　every　warrior
brother　of　the　XVII　Legion。
As　if　to　emphasise　the　corrupted　nature　of　the　magos；　Darioq…Grendh’al　paused　besides　a　dying
Imperial　soldier；　who　stared　up　at　him　in　horror；　face　awash　in　blood。　The　magos　peered　down　at　the
man；　his　unfathomable　red　glowing　right　eye　boring　into　the　soldier。　Four　of　the　lamprey　mouths　of
the　semi…organic　mechadendrites　waved　towards　the　fallen　man；　who　recoiled　away　from　them　in
horror。　The　tentacles　were　drawn　to　him　as　if　they　tasted　his　blood　in　the　air；　and　latched　onto　him；
attaching　to　his　neck；　his　chest　and　his　face。
The　man　screamed　in　horror　and　pain　as　the　tentacles　twisted　back　and　forth；　burrowing　into　his
flesh　and　began　sucking　away　his　vital　fluids。　The　man　died　in　torment；　and　as　the　feeder　mouths
pulled　away　from　the　corpse　with　a　wet　sucking　sound；　blood　dripping　from　their　gaping　apertures；
the　magos　tilted　his　head　to　one　side　and；　with　an　almost　tender；　tentative　movement；　lifted　one　of
the　man’s　limp　arms　with　one　of　his　own　mechanical　power　lifters。　Releasing　the　man’s　arm；　it
flopped　back　to　the　ground；　and　Darioq…Grendh’al　stared　down　at　it　in　incomprehension。
Amused；　Marduk　watched　as　the　magos　tried　to　raise　the　man　to　his　feet；　lifting　him　up　gently　in
his　mechanical　claws；　careful　not　to　crush　him　in　his　powerful　grip；　but　the　body　collapsed　to　the
ground　as　soon　as　it　was　released。
“The　life…systems　of　this　flesh…unit　have　failed；”　said　the　magos。　“Already　its　body　temperature
has　dropped　1。045　degrees；　and　its　cellular　make…up　is　entering　corporal　decay。”
“He’s　dead；　magos；”　said　Marduk　softly。　“You　killed　him。”
The　magos　looked　at　Marduk；　and　then　back　down　at　the　corpse。　Then；　slowly；　he　raised　his
head　once　more　to　meet　Marduk’s　gaze。
“Feels　good；　doesn’t　it？”　said　Marduk。
The　magos　paused；　looking　down　at　the　corpse　at　its　feet　in　incomprehension。　Then　the
corrupted　once…priest　of　the　Machine…God　straightened。
“I　wish　to　do　that　again；”　he　said。
“Oh　you　ised　Marduk。
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Having　breached　the　defences　of　the　guild　hab…city；　the　Word　Bearers　made　swift　progress　through
the　tunnelled　streets　and　boulevards；　encountering　no　resistance　and　sighting　few　living　beings。　The
citizens　that　still　remained　in　the　city　fled　before　the　advance　of　the　enclave；　scurrying　like　vermin
into　the　darkness　of　side…tunnels　and　alleys。
Marduk　gave　them　no　mind。　He　cared　not　for　the　fate　that　awaited　them　once　the　tyranids　had
descended　on　the　planet。　They　would　all　be　slaughtered；　their　bodies　consumed　to　feed　the　growth　of
the　hive　fleet。
They　descended　deeper　into　the　guild　city；　guided　inexorably　onward　by　schematic　maps　that
flickered　across　auspex　screens；　uploaded　from　the　data　banks　of　the　guild　bastion。　They　marched
through　what　must　have　been　the　mercantile　district　of　the　sub…surface　city；　which　was　rife　with
detritus　and　evidence　of　looting。　Doors　were　smashed　from　hinges；　and　goods　and　foodstuffs　lay
scattered　across　the　tunnel　floor；　along　with　the　occasional　corpse。
“Trampled　to　death　in　the　exodus；”　said　Sabtec　evenly　as　he　knelt　by　one　of　the　bodies。
“The　cowards　won’t　even　stand　to　fight　for　their　own　world；”　said　Khalaxis；　a　fresh　array　of
scalps　and　death…skulls　hanging　from　his　belt；　“and　they　kill　each　other　in　their　panic　to　escape。
These　are　not　worthy　foes。”
“Rejoice　at　the　weakness　of　the　Imperium；”　said　Marduk。　“Namar…sin；　which　direction？”
“East；　two　kilometres；”　said　the　champion　of　the　Havoc　squad；　consulting　the　throbbing　blister
display　of　his　auspex。　“There；　we　must　rise　four　levels　towards　the　surface；　and　proceed　a　further
kilometre　to　the　north…east　before　we　get　to　the　ore　docks。　That　is　where　the　lift　rises　from　the　ocean
floor。”
“Burias；　take　point；”　rumbled　Kol　Badar。　“Khalaxis；　move　in　support　of　the　icon　bearer。　Let’s
move。”
Dracon　Alith　Drazjaer　raised　one　thin　eyebrow　a　fraction；　his　almond…shaped　eyes　glinting
dangerously。　That　one　small　movement　would　have　been　all　but　unseen　by　a　human；　but　to　the　keen
eyes　of　the　eldar；　the　subtle　nuance　spoke　volumes。
The　dracon　reclined　languidly　on　his　command　throne；　his　thin　chin　supported　by　the　slender
fingers　of　one　hand　as　he　stared　down　at　the　supplicant　kneeling　before　him。　He　was　bedecked　from
neck　to　toe　in　tight　fitting　segmented　armour；　like　the　scaled　skin　of　a　serpent；　glossy　and　black。　A
mask　covered　the　left　half　of　his　face；　its　barbed　blades；　like　the　legs　of　spiders；　pressing　against　his
flesh。　A　pair　of　blood…red　tattoos　extended　down　his　pale　cheeks　from　his　eyelids；　like　bloody　tears。
“How　many？”　Dracon　Alith　Drazjaer　said；　his　voice　a　soft　purr。
The　sybarite　supplicant；　Keelan；　paled　and　licked　his　thin　lips。　Unable　to　hold　his　master’s　gaze；
his　eyes　moved　to　the　figures　behind　the　throne。　A　pair　of　the　dracon’s　incubi　guards　stood　there；　but
there　was　no　hope　of　support　from　them。　They　were　as　still　as　statues；　their　faces　hidden　beneath　tall
helmets；　and　they　held　curving　halberds　in　their　gauntleted　hands。　Keelan’s　eyes　flicked　to　the　other
two　figures　standing　by　the　dracon’s　side。
On　the　left　stood　the　firebrand；　Atherak；　her　tautly　muscled　body　covered　in　swirling　tattoos　and
wych　cult　markings。　The　sides　of　her　head　were　shaved　to　the　scalp　and　tattooed；　and　a　ridge　of
back…swept　hair　ran　along　her　crown　like　a　crest；　falling　down　her　back　past　her　slim　waist。　A
myriad　of　weapons　were　strapped　to　her　limbs；　and　she　sneered　at　Keelan。
On　the　right　was　the　haemonculus；　Rhakaeth；　unnaturally　tall　and　thin　even　by　eldar　standards；
his　cheeks　sunken。　He　looked　like　nothing　more　than　a　walking　corpse；　and　his　eyes　burnt　feverishly
hot　with　the　soul…hunger。　Keelan　quickly　averted　his　gaze；　looking　at　the　floor。
“How　many？”　Drazjaer　asked　again；　a　subtle　change　in　his　inflection　registering　his　displeasure；
and　the　sybarite　knew　that　he　would　not　escape　without　punishment。　Dracon　Alith　Drazjaer　of　the
Black　Heart　Kabal　was　not　a　forgiving　master。　Doubtless　he　would　experience　torment　beyond
imagining　at　the　hands　of　the　haemonculus；　Rhakaeth；　but　not　death。　No；　he　would　not　be　allowed
death。
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“We　lost　twelve　of　our　number；　my　lord；”　Keelan　said　finally。
“Twelve；”　repeated　his　master；　his　voice　expressionless。
“It　was　not　the　regular　mon…keigh　forces　that　we　faced；　my　lord；”　said　the　sybarite；　desperation
in　his　voice。　“The…　augmented　ones　were　there。”
A　line　furrowed　the　dracon’s　brow　f