Togon was a beat too slow in restarting the Auspex Divination Box, but his enhanced vision caught the man at the forefront.
"Kharn!"
His face was twisted, with high cheekbones and a broad, square jaw.
His head had been shaved clean, exposing a series of scars.
His eyes were yellow like coagulated milk. The skin at his temples was taut, and bulging veins pulsed ceaselessly.
"It's strange that Kharn is here."
The World Eaters had not appeared on the battlefield during the Burning of Prospero, yet they had suddenly appeared now and launched an attack on them.
Leading the World Eaters was even Angron's Primarch's Attendant, Kharn, captain of the 8th Assault Company.
"That's right," Hasik said.
"So we'll retreat, then track them and find out exactly what they're doing here."
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As he spoke, he raised his Bolt Pistol and pulled the trigger.
An Adamantine Warhead shrieked through the air, striking the sturdy helmet of Mark IV Maximus-pattern Power Armor with precision.
The lethal blow of Reaping tore apart the World Eater's helmet and blasted his head into a cloud of blood.
Hasik and Togon rapidly retreated at the same time, continuously launching attacks at their enemies.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, Togon the Conspirator locked onto his enemies before his targeting array could, firing bolt rounds.
Every bolt round struck its target with precision.
Blue-and-white armor covered in reddish-brown filth burst apart, and the shockwave knocked their bodies askew.
The Conspirator constantly changed his path of movement, shifting his center of gravity and altering direction before the surging firepower could lock onto him.
Nearly every deadly barrage skimmed past his armor. The occasional attack that hit him was deflected by his Tartaros-pattern Terminator Armor.
By the time they had retreated a kilometer, Togon had claimed the lives of