...things, but we Wind-Blessed were still better at flying.
Szczesny, lord of the Ninth Chapter, led his Honor Guard in killing a squad of attacking Giant Spider Beasts, then discovered an astonishingly vast open area amid the grassland.
Dozens of square kilometers of crimson sand lay exposed before them, without a single blade of grass taking root there.
Szczesny suddenly stopped. Hundreds of top-grade Leijin Alloy plates on his custom-fitted Tartaros-pattern Terminator Armor clicked and turned as he bent lightly and picked up a triangular piece of stained glass with a slight curve.
It was smooth and rounded, with machined notches around its edges.
An Astartes helmet's eyepiece. Mark III Iron Pattern.
It was not the style of the Shadow of Order... Blood Angels, the three companies led by Fromm.
"Stay alert!" Szczesny's rough voice drifted with the wind.
He abruptly raised his head and looked into the sky. The ferocious "Shield Storm" gathered overhead, and furious lightning coursed through the heavy clouds like giant pythons.
"Dodge!" Szczesny shouted.
The moment he gave the order, forked bolts of lightning split the air and struck down.
Pale yellow, blinding radiance dyed the sky a murky gold, lashing the Shadow of Order with brutal whips.
Gales rose inside the "Wind-Blessed," silently coiling around their Tartaros-pattern Terminator Armor.
Hurricanes formed at high speed, driving the "Wind-Blessed" up into the air.
Crack, crack...
Exploding, roaring currents carved deep trenches and blasted charred pits into the red sand.
The storm overhead grew even more frenzied, pressing down like a mountain.
Nicholas, the storm-type Psyker, raised both arms, and Fenris's frost Runes leapt up.
Boom, boom, boom...
Thunderstorms collided a thousand meters in the air, rumbling as they blasted out ripples.
The ripples smashed into the ground like javelins, melting the red sand into translucent molten