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At　last；　the　boy　had　woken；　and　smiled　weakly　at　Solon。　Finally　satisfied　that　the　boy　was　out　of
immediate　danger；　Solon　had　allowed　himself　to　fall　into　an　exhausted　slumber；　as　the　wind　battered
the　fragile　tent　outside。
Dios　appeared　as　strong　as　ever　when　Solon　woke；　and　the　pair　shared　a　small　portion　of　the
emergency　ration　bar　that　every　exposure　suit　was　equipped　with。　The　dry　protein　ration　was　stale
and　old；　but　it　tasted　as　fine　as　any　meal　Solon　had　ever　eaten；　though　he　was　stringent　in　how　much
he　allowed　them　to　eat。
Water　was　not　a　problem。　With　his　water　distiller；　and　the　amount　of　ice　and　snow　around；　they
had　an　abundant　supply。　Food　was　another　matter；　however。　This　one　ration　bar　was　all　they　had；
and　though　he　portioned　it　out　only　sparingly；　he　knew　that　it　would　not　last　more　than　two　days。
Without　food；　they　would　become　increasingly　tired　and　sluggish；　and　they　needed　all　the　energy
they　had　to　make　the　long　walk　to　the　Phorcys　starport。
In　his　heart；　Solon　knew　that　it　was　impossible；　but　as　he　saw　Dios　smile；　the　first　smile　he　had
seen　on　the　boy；　he　felt　rejuvenated　and　refreshed。
They　had　to　dig　themselves　out　of　the　tent；　which　was　buried　beneath　five　feet　of　snow；　and
Solon　was　exhausted　as　they　clambered　out　onto　the　moon’s　icy　surface；　but　his　spirits　were
strangely　high。　He　felt　almost　euphoric；　and　though　he　assumed　it　was　a　side　effect　of　exhaustion
and　lack　of　nourishment；　he　didn’t　care　at　that　moment。
Lifting　the　smiling　Dios　onto　his　shoulders；　determined　not　to　let　the　child　out　of　sight；　Solon
began　a　new　day　of　walking。
He　would　be　damned　if　he　allowed　himself　to　succumb　to　fatigue　before　he　saw　the　boy　to
safety。
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“Ammunition　thirty　per　cent；”　growled　the　Anointed　warrior　Akkar；　registering　the　blinking　icon
that　flashed　before　his　eyes。　Smoke　rose　from　the　twin　barrels　of　the　weapon；　and　he　swung　them
before　him；　seeking　a　target。
Another　wave　of　enemy　creatures　surged　down　the　corridor；　leaping　the　shattered　remains　of
their　kind；　and　Akkar　depressed　the　thumb　trigger　of　his　heavy　reaper　autocannon　once　more；
sending　hundreds　of　high…calibre　rounds　into　their　line；　ripping　them　apart　without　remorse。
“Weapon　temperature　peaking；”　said　Akkar。
“Understood；”　said　Kol　Badar。　Indicating　with　one　of　his　glowing　power　talons；　he　organised　the
remaining　warriors　into　a　semicircle　facing　the　corridor；　and　with　a　curt　command　ordered　Akkar
back　from　the　corridor　entrance。
The　Anointed　warrior　stepped　slowly　backwards；　still　firing；　the　barrels　of　his　high…velocity
weapon　glowing　hot。
“Hold；”　said　Kol　Badar；　as　Akkar’s　reaper　fell　silent。　The　hissing　of　the　aliens　was　clearly
audible　in　the　sudden　silence　and　clawed　limbs　clicked　loudly　on　the　corridor　floor　and　walls。
“Hold；”　repeated　Kol　Badar。　The　reaper　autocannon’s　killing　range　was　far　in　excess　of　the
bolters　and　combi…bolters　wielded　by　the　other　warriors；　and　conserving　ammunition　was　becoming
a　serious　issue。
“Now！”　roared　the　Coryphaus　as　the　first　xenos　creatures　spilled　from　the　corridor　into　the　room；
bounding　forwards　with　inhuman　speed。　At　his　order；　the　warriors　began　firing；　ripping　the　aliens
apart。　Within　twenty　seconds　a　score　of　the　aliens　were　dead；　and　gore　and　blood　splashed　across　the
walls。
Marduk　risked　a　glance　behind　him；　seeing　the　hulking　form　of　Darioq…Grendh’al　working　on
the　bulkhead。　The　lascutter　on　the　tip　of　one　of　his　servo…arms　burned　white　hot　as　it　seared　through
the　reinforced；　thirty…centimetre　structure；　but　the　magos　was　only　half　way　around　the　bulkhead’s
circumference；　and　he　growled　in　frustration　before　turning　away　and　burying　a　bolt　in　another
alien’s　brainpan。
The　xenos　attacked　their　position　furiously；　racing　headlong　towards　the　Word　Bearers　only　to
be　shredded　by　the　concentrated　weight　of　fire。　Still　more　of　them　poured　into　the　room；　and　the　pile
of　dead　at　the　corridor　entrance　was　growing。
“Have　your　Mechanicus　lapdog　hurry　it　up；”　rumbled　Kol　Badar　to　Marduk。　“Our　ammunition
will　not　last　forever。”
Marduk　did　not　answer。　No　words　would　have　hurried　the　methodical　work　of　the　magos；　but　he
knew　that　the　Coryphaus　was　right；　if　the　enemy　maintained　this　intensity　in　attack；　they　could　not
hold。
Even　as　the　thought　formed；　one　of　the　aliens　reached　the　semicircular　line　of　the　Legion
warriors；　despite　the　weight　of　fire。　Two　of　its　arms　were　blown　clear　of　its　body　by　percussive
blasts；　but　it　did　not　drop；　and　it　leapt　forwards　and　drove　its　claws　through　the　faceplate　of　a　brother
Space　Marine’s　helmet；　popping　his　skull　like　an　overripe　fruit。
The　alien　was　cut　from　shoulder　to　hip　by　Khalaxis’s　roaring　chainaxe；　and　then　in　half　by　the
veteran’s　chainsword；　retrieved　from　one　of　his　fallen　warriors；　which　he　wielded　in　his　other　hand。
“Hold　the　line；”　roared　Kol　Badar；　but　Marduk　had　seen　Khalaxis’s　bloodlust　dozens　of　times；
and　knew　that　the　words　would　probably　not　penetrate　the　red　haze　that　had　descended　over　the
warrior。
Alien　blood　splattered　across　his　armour；　Khalaxis　roared　as　he　leapt　forwards　into　the　no…man’s
land；　spinning　the　pair　of　chain　weapons　around　in　a　brutal　arc　that　tore　through　the　body　of　another
alien　as　it　was　forced　backwards　by　explosive　bolt　rounds。
Not　wishing　to　be　outdone　by　the　blood…frenzied　champion；　Burias…Drak’shal　leapt　into　the　fray；
slamming　another　of　the　aliens　into　the　wall　with　a　swing　of　his　icon；　his　talons　shearing　the　face
from　another。
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The　killing　ground　was　gone；　and　firing　into　the　melee　risked　hitting　Khalaxis　and　the　Icon
Bearer；　and　so　Marduk　roared　a　deafening　cry　and　hurled　himself　into　the　fray；　his　daemonic；　heavybladed
chainsword　roaring。
The　other　warriors　reacted　instantly；　throwing　themselves　forwards　without　thought　for　their
own　safety；　firing　their　bolt　pistols　at　point　blank　range　into　the　melee　and　swinging　their
chainblades　in　murderous　arcs。
Kol　Badar　stalked　forwards；　gunning　down　one　of　the　creatures　before　swatting　the　head　of
another　from　its　shoulders　with　a　backhand　sweep　of　his　power　talons。　The　Anointed　advanced
alongside　the　Coryphaus；　power　weapons　humming　with　energy。　One　of　them　sent　a　white…hot　gout
of　plasma　shooting　from　his　combi…weapon　into　the　face　of　one　genestealer；　liquefying　its　flesh　and
rendering　its　bones　to　powder。
Still；　the　xenos　creatures　were　fast　beyond　belief；　and　their　strength　was　inhuman。　Marduk
fought　with　controlled　rage；　all　the　anger　and　tension　of　the　last　months　fuelling　every　murderous
stroke　of　his　chainsword。
“This　is　not　my　time！”　he　roared。　His　bolt　pistol　clicked　impotently　as　his　last　bolts　were
expended；　and　he　threw　it　to　the　floor　in　disgust。　Claws　slashed　across　his　chest　plate；　gouging　deep
rents　through　the　ceramite　armour；　and　tearing　through　his　flesh。　He　grasped　the　daemon　chainsword
with　two　hands；　allowing　the　daemon’s　hunger　for　blood　to　flow　through　him；　and　hacked　the　blade
into　the　widespread　maw　of　the　alien　as　it　lunged　towards　him。
Marduk　carved　the　daemon　weapon　through　alien　teeth；　muscle　and　flesh；　spraying　blood　and
fang…shards　in　all　directions；　and　the　creature’s　lower　jaw　was　torn　away　as　he　wrenched　the
chainblade　clear。　Inhuman；　gargling　screams　burst　from　its　throat；　and　it　thrashed　around　madly；
spraying　blood　left　and　right；　slashing　and　tearing　at　Marduk’s　armour。
His　left　shoulder　plate　was　ripped　away；　shorn　almost　in　two；　and　a　tri…clawed　talon　dug　into　his
neck；　punching　through　his　armour　and　flesh；　grinding　against　his　hyper…strengthened　vertebrae。
Blood　pumped　from　the　wound；　and　he　reeled　backwards　from　the　pain…fuelled；　frenzied　attack　of
the　alien。　It　came　after　him；　but　was　driven　into　the　ground　by　a　hammer…blow　from　Kol　Badar’s
power　talons。　The　Coryphaus　silenced　its　screams；　crushing　its　skull　with　a　heavy　stamp　of　his　foot。
Khalaxis　booted　another　in　the　face　with　the　flat　of　his　foot；　cracking　its　skull　before　shearing　a
pair　of　its　arms　away　with　a　downward　sweep　of　his　chainaxe。　The　claws　of　its　remaining　arms
ripped　across　his　chest；　crumpling　his　breastplate　like　paper　and　gouging　a　deep　wound　through　his
fused　breastplate；　but　his　blood　frenzy　drove　him　on；　and　he　ramme