A spike-covered chain was ripped from an armored vehicle.
The vehicle's surface was covered in twisted, wailing faces. Their agonized expressions and the eyes watching the Emperor's Children at work proved they still retained their awareness, each one effectively a person trapped within the vehicle's skin.
An Emperor's Children warrior wrapped the chain around Krogar's neck and dragged his corpse toward the armored vehicle.
Another Emperor's Children warrior pulled the tongues from every face on the vehicle's surface, tied them together, then fastened them to the chain.
Lucius cut Janos, whose head had been badly deformed, in half with a single stroke.
The champion of Slaanesh lifted the upper half of the corpse. Looking at that familiar face, he was suddenly overcome with sorrow.
"A man who excelled at wielding weapons, and he died without a single decent weapon on him."
"He died like a helpless, unarmed wretch."
Lucius spoke mournfully, extending his tongue to lick the blood from the corpse's skull.
He wanted to give his old acquaintance a dignified end.
So he leaped onto the armored vehicle and impaled Janos's upper body on the cannon mounted on its roof, forcing the barrel out through his mouth.
Once this was done, the armored vehicle roared to life and sped away from the battlefield.
"Aren't we going to help Abaddon kill people?"
"Of course not! Who told you we came here to fight?"
"Exactly, exactly! We're going to the Hive City in the Vorian Wasteland! We're going to slaughter and torture! Wrrrrry!"
The Fierce Angels Seventh Armored Company was rapidly losing men.
Hundreds of tanks clustered together, facing the enemy as they reversed, fighting as they withdrew.
With every passing minute, another company tank was destroyed by the enemy.
The Fierce Angels armored company was still faring relatively well. The