The Nephilim Lose Their Dual Encryption Communication for the First Time

Horde was a pit for souls, an entire planet lost in the dreamlike stench of misplaced faith.

Every Nephilim was nourished by the faith of tens of thousands. Their lives broke through their constraints, and their bodies grew enormous.

So long as faith held, the Nephilim possessed everything.

White and black tore apart the Nephilim's dreamlike bubble.

The vast forests swayed in the downpour, and the swamps churned in the flames.

The fury the White Scars had built up along the way was released without mercy on the xenos homeworld, but keeping Horde burning was no easy matter.

Like a fireball thrown into water, the Melta Bombs quickly went out.

Everything on Horde lay somewhere between a dissolved substance and a solid. After landing, the White Scars armored units discovered that even their lightened, modified armored vehicles could sink into the poison-gas marshes.

Toxic spores covered the white hulls, and heavy tracks struggled to roll as vine plants dragged at them.

Only Promethium flames spewed from pipes six meters in diameter could burn the sap-filled trees down to residue.

As the infantry formations used heavy flamers, spraying rows of tongues of fire to clear human slave soldiers and vine-covered Towers of Praise, Khan Hasik led his brotherhood in a furious charge.

Once again, the Great Khan had assigned him to serve as the vanguard.

Hasik chose the Church of Praise, nailed full of human skins, as his first hunting target.

The slave soldiers proudly wore armor made from the shed skins of their gods. They could no longer be counted as human.

The Nephilim were happy to make humans stronger, to mutate them, blurring the boundaries between species. Human flesh fused together with Nephilim skin and weapons.

The most corrupt and ancient of their servants were no longer human, but