A Corruptible Target Delivered to My Doorstep, Of Course I Welcome It

The final tendril rose from the Grey Mist Forest, stabbing straight into the clouds.

Three enormous cathedrals, their domes laced with psychic cables, bulged high above them, constantly releasing plasma fields into the sky to drive back the wildly strafing aircraft swarms.

Tens of thousands of humans were bound to neural pipelines, arranged in postures that made it easy for their skulls to be pierced, their life force slowly drained away.

The first and oldest temple, its spires and hard-shelled walls pierced by countless protruding spikes, had long since been blackened by the blood of sacrifices.

Every Shadow of Order, even those who were not Royal Court Friars or Psykers, could hear strange echoes once they entered the Grey Mist Forest.

The stripped souls of fanatics on the brink of death screamed through the Grey Mist Forest.

The "Listeners" who reached the 10th Battalion first heard the howls of hundreds of millions of souls.

Even after they ascended into Thelema Mindset, they still could not block out the voices they "heard" from the nearby screaming vortex.

A "Listener" had the shrieks of countless people lingering beside his ears.

His face was pale as he led his squad in the attack.

He struggled to maintain the second layer of Thelema Mindset and stamped down on the engine.

Amid the roaring engine, the screams tormenting him eased slightly.

He flung his arm, hurling a force-field grenade toward the xenos gun position.

Boom!

In the blast of the force field, the "Listener" gained a moment of peace.

Then, from the collapsed wreckage of the gun position, a huge Nephilim four meters tall crawled out, his translucent green flesh glimmering under the flowing light.

He opened his slime-filled Great Maw and let out an ear-piercing roar.

The dreadful shrieks of the real world and