Dragon of Mars: I'm Milk Dragon!

A towering figure as tall as an Astartes stood before Engula's vast Bonereaper army.

To the augur implanted within Engula, it was an Astartes, painted in Ultramarines blue.

But to Engula's one remaining organic eye, that Astartes seemed shrouded in shadow. The color of his entire body was closer to a deep blue than Ultramarines blue, as if he were... as if he were...

A Night Lord—

Like lightning flashing through midnight, the dark-blue figure became a pale streak of light and arrived before Engula before his sensory systems could react.

The howl of a chainsaw erupted as the blade hacked into Engula's neck, severing it in an instant. Electrical sparks poured from the wound in his neck.

Engula's head, wrapped in the crimson hood that marked a Magos, hit the ground with a bang.

Clear, bright, absolute.

The surrounding Bonereapers did not react until his head had rolled for several seconds and the light had completely vanished from his eyes.

They stared in disbelief at the Astartes standing beside Engula's corpse.

Engula's body had undergone complex mechanical modifications. His lower half resembled a sturdy battle tank, and even after losing his head, he remained standing in a horrifying posture, like a decapitated sphinx.

But more terrifying than the corpse was the Astartes standing in the shadow cast by Engula's remains, his Power Armor gleaming with a dark-blue sheen.

He was pale and grim. Rather than standing upon scorching Mars, he seemed to be bathed in the cold fluorescent light of an alley after a rainy night in a city without sunlight, staring like a ghost at pitiful fools who had wandered into his hunting ground.

The Bonereapers held weapons in their hands, with Knights and Titans standing beside them.

Yet the Astartes had cowed every armed force that had