Ferrus Manus: She's Actually in the Poisonous Wasteland Sand

Ferrus Manus: She Was Actually Planting Trees in a Toxic Wasteland Desert

The black Stormbird flew out from the Iron Fist, heading for Vostonia's starport.

Compared with the ornate Aquila Shuttle, Ferrus Manus preferred the more practical Stormbird.

He was not used to it, nor was he adept at winning victories through diplomacy like his friends Fulgrim, Horus Lupercal, Sanguinius, and Magnus. After the war on Kelle not long ago, he had recognized that clearly.

Gabriel Santor, First Captain of the Iron Hands, led the Morlocks in black Cataphractii Terminator armor down the deck first, forming ranks on both sides.

Two battle standards fluttered in the wind. The one on the left depicted an iron gauntlet.

The emblem was woven from silver thread embroidered on black velvet, containing many smaller markings within.

Its edges were already tattered and ragged, as though torn by canine teeth and sewn back together hundreds, even thousands of times.

The battle standard on the right was Gorgon's personal banner, made from velvet and a great deal of silver, depicting the scene of him defeating Arsinos.

The rough-hewn giant walked out from the ranks, his shale-colored hair cold and hard as needles.

He strode toward the deck and stopped before Arsena Dunn, Nimrod's Primarch's Attendants.

Flames burned in Ferrus's silver-coin eyes, and his leaden voice carried a wave of heat.

"I have come for the duel. Where is Nimrod?"

"Lord Manus." Arsena bowed in salute.

"My lord awaits you in the industrial wasteland between the Hive Cities."

Ferrus nodded slightly. "Nimrod has chosen a fine battlefield. Neither of us needs to hold back."

He impatiently boarded the Stormbird again and followed the guide airship toward the sea of sand.

After the iron-black Stormbird left the Hive City, desertified land entered those silver-coin eyes. Foul rivers of