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but　defenceless。
“Come　on；　you　whoresons！”　Rhamel　roared　as　a　fresh　batch　of　combat　drugs　was　injected　into
his　body。
One　of　the　xenos　creatures　hissed　in　response；　ropes　of　saliva　dripping　from　its　fangs。　Feeling
movement　behind　him；　Rhamel　flicked　a　glance　around；　and　saw　another　half　a　dozen　of　the
genestealers　creeping　forwards　at　his　flank。
“Come　on！　Finish　me！”　Rhamel　bellowed；　keeping　both　groups　of　aliens　in　his　field　of　vision。
At　some　unspoken　command；　both　groups　leapt　forwards；　covering　the　distance　with　horrifying
speed。
Rhamel　swung　in　towards　the　first　creature；　his　blade　biting　deep　into　its　snarling　face；　cracking
its　skull。　The　genestealer　wrenched　its　head　to　the　side；　almost　dragging　the　blade　from　Rhamel’s
hand；　but　the　Word　Bearer　ripped　his　sword　clear　and　stabbed　it　into　the　open　mouth　of　another
genestealer　as　it　lunged　towards　him。
He　buried　the　blade　deep　in　the　creature’s　throat；　and　hot　xenos　blood　bubbled　from　the　wound。
He　had　no　time　to　drag　his　sword　clear；　however；　before　he　was　overwhelmed。　He　was　smashed　to
the　ground；　losing　his　grip　on　his　weapon；　and　he　bellowed　at　the　pain　that　shot　through　his　broken
arm。
Gritting　his　teeth；　murmuring　a　final　prayer　to　the　gods　of　the　ether；　he　waited　for　the　killing
blow　to　fall。　It　never　came。
One　of　the　creatures　was　crouching　over　him；　pinning　him　to　the　floor。　Rhamel　strained　within
its　grasp；　powerless　against　its　strength。　Its　hot　breath　fogged　the　eye　lenses　of　his　helmet。
“Do　it；”　he　roared　in　the　genestealer’s　face。　“Kill　me！”
The　alien　leant　forward　and　a　thick　rope　of　drool　dripped　from　its　maw　onto　Rhamel’s　helmet。
With　a　darting　movement；　the　xenos　creature　stabbed　its　tongue　towards　his　neck。　The　powerful
proboscis　punched　through　his　armour　and　sank　into　his　neck。　It　stung　painfully；　and　Rhamel　roared。
Then　the　creature　pushed　off　him；　scuttling　backwards。
Rhamel　staggered　to　his　feet；　scrabbling　for　his　blade。　He　stood　in　a　fighting　crouch；　ready　for
the　creatures　to　revert　back　to　their　murderous　nature　and　come　at　him　once　more；　to　rend　him　limb
from　limb；　but　they　continued　to　back　away　from　him；　slipping　into　the　darkness。
In　an　instant；　they　were　gone；　and　Rhamel　was　left　alone。
His　vision　swam；　and　the　throbbing　pain　of　his　neck　wound　made　him　wince。　He　presumed　that
his　body’s　enhanced　metabolism　was　working　hard　to　overcome　whatever　foul　poison　had　been
injected　into　him；　and　he　fought　the　sudden　lethargy　that　assailed　him。
Whatever　had　been　done　to　him；　he　felt　certain　that　his　enhanced　metabolism　would　combat　it。
No　poison　could　kill　one　of　the　Legion；　and　he　was　confident　that　the　discomfort　he　was　feeling
would　pass　with　time。
Giving　no　more　thought　to　the　genestealer’s　bizarre　behaviour；　Rhamel　set　off；　loping　down　the
eerily　silent　corridors　at　a　kilometre…eating　pace；　working　his　way　towards　the　rendezvous　point。
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Marduk　heard　the　distant　gunfire　cease　abruptly。
“He　has　become　one　with　Chaos；”　he　said　to　Khalaxis；　whose　anger　was　palpable。　“He　was　a
fine　warrior。　Honour　his　memory。”
Khalaxis　nodded　his　head；　though　his　anger　still　seethed　within　him　like　a　living　thing。
It　took　them　the　better　part　of　an　hour　to　reach　the　submersibles；　for　they　were　forced　to　take　a
different　path　than　they　had　travelled　before；　clambering　up　steep　inclines；　sliding　down　others；　and
navigating　vertical　shafts。
The　holding　deck　where　they　had　left　the　submersibles　had　been　tipped　onto　its　side　when　the
ship　had　slipped；　and　the　interior　was　only　vaguely　familiar。　Only　the　bobbing　shapes　of　the
submersibles　confirmed　that　they　had　reached　their　goal；　though　the　aquatic　vessels　had　been　tossed
around　when　the　ship　had　shifted。　One　of　them　was　stranded　out　of　the　water；　like　a　beached　deepsea
mammal；　lying　on　its　side　on　a　gantry　that　had　buckled　beneath　its　weight。
With　a　clipped　order；　Kol　Badar　sent　Burias　clambering　over　the　wreckage；　and　he　leapt　into　the
air　to　grab　a　ladder　that　was　positioned　horizontally　above　them。　The　icon　bearer　climbed　hand　over
hand　across　the　expanse　of　dark　water　before　dropping　down　onto　the　top　of　one　of　the
submersibles。　He　landed　in　a　steady　crouch；　and　grinned　across　the　open　water　towards　the　others
before　unscrewing　its　top　hatch　and　dropping　down　into　its　interior。
Within　moments；　Burias　had　powered　the　vessel　to　life；　its　twin　spotlights　piercing　the　dark
water　like　a　pair　of　glowing　eyes；　and　manoeuvred　it　towards　the　waiting　warriors　of　the　Host；　its
impeller　engines　creating　a　whirlpool　of　turbulence。
One　by　one；　the　warriors　stepped　onto　the　submersible；　clambering　into　its　belly；　until　just
Marduk；　Khalaxis　and　Darioq…Grendh’al　remained。
“You　next；”　said　Marduk；　nodding　towards　the　corrupted　magos。
“A　biological　entity　approaches；”　said　Darioq…Grendh’al；　and　both　Marduk　and　Khalaxis　were
instantly　alert；　weapons　raised　as　they　sought　a　target。
“I　see　nothing；”　hissed　Khalaxis。
“There；”　said　Marduk；　nodding　towards　a　darkened　side…passage。　His　finger　tensed　on　the　trigger
of　his　bolt　pistol；　before　he　relaxed　and　holstered　the　weapon。
A　shape　solidified　out　of　the　darkness；　staggering　towards　them。
“Rhamel；”　laughed　Khalaxis；　“you　whoreson！　You　had　me　worried　for　a　moment　there。”
“Fine；　brother；”　replied　Rhamel；　his　voice　strained。　“I　don’t　die　easily。”
Khalaxis　laughed　and　slapped　his　blood…brother　on　the　shoulder；　knocking　him　forward　a　step。
“Are　you　well；　warrior　brother？”　asked　Marduk；　eyes　narrowing。
“I　will　be　fine；　First　Acolyte；”　Rhamel　replied　fiercely。
“Remove　your　helmet；　warrior　of　Lorgar；”　commanded　Marduk。
Rhamel　pulled　his　helmet　clear；　standing　to　attention　before　the　First　Acolyte。　The　flesh　of　his
broad；　ritually　scarred　face　was　pale　and　waxy；　and　deep　rings　circled　eyes　that　glinted　with　a
feverish　light。　A　scabbed　wound　was　located　on　his　neck；　and　the　skin　around　the　puncture　was
tinged　vaguely　blue。
“You　are…　unwell？”　asked　Marduk。　“Poison？”
“Ovipositor　impregnation；”　intoned　Darioq…Grendh’al。
“What　is　the　machine　speaking　of？”　asked　Khalaxis。
“I　don’t　know；”　replied　Marduk。
“Source：　Magos　Biologis　Atticus　Fane；　Lectures　of　Xenos　Bioligae；　872。M40；　Consultation　of
Nicae；　Tenebria；　Q。389。V。IX。　Ref。MBim274。ch。impttck。　The　xenos　subject　species；　genus
Corporaptor；　observed　implanting　gene…template　into　body　of　host；”　said　Darioq…Grendh’al。
“Override　of　genetic　coding　documented。　Bio…gene…splicing　observed。　Conclusion：　Corporaptor
Hominis　overrides　genetic　makeup　of　host　species；　dominating　upper　cerebral　cortex　functions。
Speculation：　Corporaptor　Hominis　a　vanguard　species；　locating　and　suppressing　indigenous
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populations。　Genetic　corruption　of　local　species　suspected　as　a　method　of　drawing　Hive　Fleet　to
suitable　prey…worlds。”
The　three　Word　Bearers　looked　blankly　at　the　corrupted　magos。
“Potential　reversal　of　implanted　host　species’　gene…corruption：　nil；”　concluded　Darioq…
Grendh’al。
“Gene…corruption；”　murmured　Marduk。
“The　machine　babbles　nonsense；”　growled　Khalaxis。
“Speak　more　clearly；　Darioq…Drak’shal；”　said　Marduk；　“perhaps　in　words　that　we　might
understand。”
“It　is　believed　that　the　genestealers　infiltrate　potential　prey…worlds　for　the　tyranid　xenos　species
to　feed　upon；”　intoned　the　magos。　“They　infect　the　populace；　and　some　believe　that　the　collective
control　they　exert　over　those　bearing　their　genetic　coding　acts　as　a　psychic　beacon；　drawing　the
organic　Hive　Fleets　to　those　worlds　where　the　beacon　burns　strongest。”
“And　you　say　this…　implant　attack　that　Rhamel　has　suffered　is　altering　his　genetic　coding？”
asked　Marduk。
“That　is　correct；　master。”
“The　bodies　of　the　warriors　of　Lorgar　are　sacred　temples；　for　in　them　we　bear　the　mark　of
Lorgar。　From　his　genome　were　we　created；”　said　Marduk；　“and　such　a…　corruption　is　an
abomination。”
The　First　Acolyte　looked　at　Rhamel；　who　grimaced　as　another　wave　of　pain　shot　through　him。
“You　understand　what　must　be　done；　Brother　Rhamel；”　said　Marduk。　It　was　a　statement；　not　a
question。
“I　understand；　my　lord；”　said　Rhamel　through　gritted　teeth；　and　the　warrior　dropped　to　his　knees
before　the　First　Acolyte。
“What　if　the　machine　is　wro