At that moment, the passage leading to the collapsed section of the corridor that connected to the four large living quarters, A-106 through A-109—the same passage the defenders had been forced to blow up earlier to stop those terrifying and powerful Warp Daemons from spreading through the shelter—had been dug open.
The irony was that, after all that time and effort, they had finally cleared the passage, and the monsters that had roared through it—the Warp Daemons—had ended up dead all over the place!
And the tainted blood pouring from their mangled corpses and chunks of flesh was corroding the rocks and concrete floor, hissing as it released waves of foul, poisonous fumes.
The monsters that had been charging in, intent on slaughtering the defenders and refugees just as they had in the city above, those fearsome Warp Daemons, had instead been driven straight back into the A-109 warehouse. Now they were retreating toward the passage behind it.
Perhaps...
At that moment, the red-skinned monsters were being driven back step by step, shoving one another as they tried to avoid a certain terrifying little red-and-white figure. The Khorne Daemons had charged out of the Warp Rift and had never met any meaningful resistance before. Could they ever have imagined this?
After all, they were supposed to be the attackers. The weak humans had even resorted to blowing up an entire corridor to stop them. But now, after they had finally dug through the collapse, they were the ones being mercilessly slaughtered and driven around at will.
To be honest, it wasn't just the Warp Daemons, fleeing in panic and confusion, who couldn't understand what was happening. Even the human defenders who had followed that little figure into the A-109 warehouse couldn't make sense of it.
Of course, their confusion didn't