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fused　breastplate；　but　his　blood　frenzy　drove　him　on；　and　he　rammed　his　chainsword　into　its
midsection；　disembowelling　it。　Sickly　purple　and　pinkish　steaming　organs　flopped　from　the　wound。
Brother　Akkar　swung　his　reaper　autocannon　like　a　club；　smashing　an　alien　away　from　him　as　it
hurled　itself　at　him；　sending　it　crashing　into　a　wall。　As　it　struggled　to　right　itself；　sinuous　limbs
thrashing；　the　Anointed　warrior　tore　it　to　shreds　with　a　burst　of　fire　from　his　heavy　weapon；　the　high
calibre　rounds　ripping　through　its　body　and　puncturing　the　pipes　and　cables　behind；　which　spewed
steam　into　the　blood…soaked　room。
A　genestealer　hit　the　Anointed　brother　from　behind；　driving　claws　into　either　side　of　his　helmet；
and　his　skull　was　crushed　to　pulp。
Burias…Drak’shal　gripped　the　writhing　alien　in　his　arms；　pulling　it　away　from　Akkar；　who　was
already　dead　and　falling　to　his　knees；　and　bit　down　on　its　elongated　cranium；　his　fangs　piercing　its
skull。　Black　blood　squirted　into　his　mouth　as　the　creature　died；　and　the　possessed　warrior　hurled　it
away；　his　forked　daemon…tongue　lapping　at　the　blood　covering　his　lips　and　chin。
The　attack　was　repulsed　abruptly；　though　the　throbbing　auspex　showed　that　another　wave　of　the
aliens　was　gathering　further　along　the　corridor。　The　remaining　Word　Bearers　hastily　reloaded　their
weapons　and　began　to　fire　once　more。
Pulling　his　hand　away　from　his　neck；　Marduk　stared　at　the　bright　red　blood　on　his　fingers　and
palm；　and　his　anger　surged。　The　blood　began　to　bubble　and　spit　on　his　gauntlet；　and　inside　his
helmet；　Marduk’s　eyes　turned　black　as　the　power　of　the　warp　surged　through　him；　fuelled　by　the
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bloodshed　and　the　fury　of　the　warriors　around　him；　and　jolting　his　body　with　its　suddenness　and　its
power。
Feeling　the　building　power；　Burias…Drak’shal　was　driven　to　his　knees；　clasping　his　icon　in　both
clawed　hands；　his　head　lowered。　Blood　ran　from　his　ears；　and　his　hands　shook　as　infernal　power
coursed　through　the　icon；　which　began　to　vibrate　and　smoke；　giving　off　an　acrid；　sulphurous　stench。
The　sounds　of　weapons　firing　and　Kol　Badar　bellowing　orders　faded　from　Marduk’s
consciousness　as　the　fury　of　the　Lord　of　Skulls　entered　him；　and　he　struggled　to　contain　the
unrelenting　waves　of　insane　anger　coursing　through　his　body。
His　muscles　tensed　to　the　point　of　bursting；　veins　bulging　in　his　neck　and　arms；　and　he　struggled
to　maintain　control　over　the　bloodthirsty　urges　that　assailed　him；　urging　him　to　lash　out；　unmindful
of　who　he　killed　so　long　as　the　blood　flowed。　Blood　pumped　loudly　through　his　veins；　drowning　out
all　sounds；　and　his　vision　was　red　and　hazy。　Slowly；　he　gained　mastery　over　the　surge　of　diabolic
power；　forcing　it　to　submit　to　his　will。
“Darr’kazar；　Khor’Rhakath；　Borr’mordhlal；　Forgh’gazz’ar；”　intoned　Marduk；　speaking　the
true　names　as　they　formed　in　his　mind’s　eye。　Daemonic　voices　roared　in　rage　and　hatred　at　his
command　over　them；　but　Marduk　cared　not；　and　continued　to　recite　the　names　as　they　came　to　him。
“Borgh’a’teth；　Rhazazel；　Skaman’dhor；　Katharr’bosch；”　said　Marduk；　completing　the　eight
names　that　burnt　red…hot　within　his　mind’s　eye。　He　dropped　to　his　knees　and　spread　his　arms　out
wide；　throwing　his　head　back　as　he　spoke　the　words　of　summoning　and　binding。
Akkar’s　body；　lying　on　the　floor　with　its　skull　a　bloody　ruin；　began　to　bloat；　as　if　his　innards
were　expanding　exponentially；　like　a　balloon　filling　with　gas。　His　hermetically　sealed　Terminator
armour　groaned　and　strained；　threatening　to　rupture　like　a　canister　of　promethium　hurled　into　hot
coals。　A　tiny　hairline　fracture　appeared　in　the　centre　of　the　breastplate　and　it　quickly　expanded
outwards；　until；　with　the　sickening　sound　of　cracking　bone　and　tendon；　the　armour　ripped　apart；　like
the　shell　being　peeled　from　a　crustacean。
A　shapeless　blood…bag　swelled　from　the　fissure；　flopping　down　onto　the　floor　alongside　the
ruptured　corpse。　The　veined　skin　of　the　amorphous　mass　pulsed　and　heaved　as　something　struggled
to　be　released　from　within；　and　the　whole　mass　swelled　as　it　increased　in　volume；　growing　larger
with　every　passing　moment。
A　blade　pierced　the　birth…sac；　its　surface　blackened　as　if　by　fire　and　with　glowing；　infernal　runes
carved　upon　its　surface。　A　daemon　rose　to　its　clawed　feet　as　the　skin　of　the　blood…bag　sloughed　from
its　body。
The　daemon　was　one　of　Khorne’s　minions；　a　foot　soldier　of　the　Lord　of　the　Brazen　Skull
Throne；　and　its　flesh　was　the　colour　of　congealed　blood。　It　uncurled　from　its　hunched；　foetal
position　as　the　last　vestiges　of　its　birth…sac　dropped　away；　and　it　sucked　in　a　deep　breath；　its　first　in
the　material　realm。
Its　limbs　were　long　and　scaled；　and　they　rippled　with　sinuous　muscle。　Its　head　was　elongated　and
bestial；　and　the　fires　of　hell　burned　in　its　hate…filled　serpent　eyes。　It　hefted　its　immense　blade　in　one
hand　as　it　staggered　drunkenly　for　a　moment；　getting　a　feel　for　its　new；　physical　incarnation。　The
runes　upon　the　hellblade’s　blackened　surface　glowed　with　the　heat　of　an　inferno；　and　as　the　daemon
steadied　itself；　becoming　instantly　accustomed　to　its　new…found　body　and　the　rules　of　the　material
plane；　it　exhaled；　breathing　out　a　blast　of　sulphurous　black　smoke。
Then　it　roared；　throwing　its　horned　head　back；　the　infernal　sound　ripping　forth　from　deep　within
its　tautly　muscled　chest　with　all　the　fury　of　its　patron　deity。　It　clenched　its　tall　hellblade　tightly；
quivering　in　anticipation　of　the　slaughter；　and　took　in　its　surroundings　with　malevolent　eyes。
It　snarled；　eyes　narrowing　as　it　looked　upon　the　red…armoured　figures　of　the　Word　Bearers。　Its
gaze　met　Burias…Drak’shal’s；　and　its　muscles　tensed　as　it　prepared　to　hurl　itself　at　the　possessed
warrior；　the　runes　upon　its　brazen　hellblade　glowing　like　lava。
Marduk’s　carefully　weighted　words　stabbed　at　the　daemon　like　intangible　blades　and　it　recoiled；
swinging　its　heavy　head　towards　the　First　Acolyte　in　hatred。　It　bared　its　teeth　at　its　summoner；　but
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Marduk’s　mastery　over　it　was　complete；　his　will　binding　it　more　effectively　than　chains；　and　though
it　fought　against　him　with　every　fibre　of　its　being；　muscles　straining；　it　was　powerless　against　him。
There　was　always　an　element　of　risk　involved　in　summoning　the　infernal　denizens　of　the　ether；
and　Marduk　would　normally　only　beseech　the　warp　for　aid　when　he　had　the　time　to　prepare　the
correct　rituals。　The　tiniest　mispronunciation；　a　slip　of　concentration；　could　have　catastrophic　and
eternally　damning　results；　and　yet；　the　rewards　were　often　worth　the　risk。
Eight　of　these　bloodletters　stood　over　the　shattered　corpses　that　had　borne　them。　Eight　was　the
sacred　number　of　the　blood　god　Khorne；　and　the　muscles　of　the　daemons　in　echo　of　their　patron
twitched　with　barely　restrained　rage　as　they　waited　for　a　command。
“Well？”　asked　Marduk；　his　voice　infused　with　power。　“Go。”
As　one；　the　eight　lesser…daemons　of　Khorne　threw　themselves　into　the　corridor；　like　rabid　packdogs
unleashed　from　their　tethers。　They　roared　their　daemonic　fury　as　they　charged　into　the　massing
genestealers；　their　hellblades　carving　burning　arcs　through　the　air。
The　aliens　leapt　to　meet　the　daemons　head　on；　talons　ripping　and　tearing　at　bodies　formed　of　the
stuff　of　Chaos；　alien　speed　and　strength　pitted　against　the　diabolical　fury　of　the　god　of　battle　and
murder。
His　limbs　quivering　with　the　residual　power　of　the　summoning；　Marduk　swung　around　and
stalked　towards　Darioq…Grendh’al；　who　had　almost　completed　cutting　his　way　through　the　bulkhead。
With　a　barked　order；　infused　with　the　essence　of　the　immaterium；　Marduk　forced　the　defiled
magos　aside　and　slammed　the　flat　of　his　boot　into　the　bulkhead。　It　buckled　under　the　blow；　and
another　kick　sent　it　smashing　inwards。
Marduk’s　blood　was　up；　and　he　stepped　through　the　portal；　brandishing　his　daemon　blade；　ready
for　anything。
A　robed　figure　sat　cross…legged　on　the　floor；　and　it　looked　up　as　the　First　Acolyte　stormed　into
the　enclosed；　darkened　room。
Marduk　crossed　the　distance　in　three　steps；　and　grabbed　the　figure　by　the　neck；　lifting　it　a　metre
off　the　ground　and　slamming　it　back　against　the　far　wall。
“Tell　me　you　are　the　one　I　seek；　and　you　shall　live　to　draw　another　breath；”　s