"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
The blade swung, and the Chainsword jammed between the Astartes' rib plates. The Khorne Berserker grinned savagely and kept bearing down. His terrifying brute strength made his opponent howl in agony, the screams continuing without pause through the entire process of being gutted, while all the while he hammered his fists into the Berserker's faceplate.
His fists were heavy.
They smashed the faceplate, shattered the Berserker's nose bridge and half his cheekbone. In his blind groping, he even tore out the Berserker's tongue, and at the end he clasped both hands together and ripped off his jaw by sheer force. Yet the Berserker only kept grinning and pushing harder, never retreating.
Pain and blood layered together, driving him into an even greater frenzy.
He had already lost the ability to speak, but he still forced scorching air through his vocal cords. The syllables were coarse and blasphemous, the muffled cries as dreadful as if they had drifted in from some wasteland. By the time he finally killed that monk of the Flame of Wrath, his entire face had become wretched beyond description, almost no longer human in shape.
A terrifying monster that had lost its eyeballs, nose bridge, and entire lower jaw stood in the dim corridor, red warning lights flashing overhead while shrill alarms screamed without end.
The monster clad in brass armor lumbered forward. Bone and flesh abruptly twisted as it advanced, and its lost vision returned in the process, only more crimson now, more blurred. In its eyes, everything became nothing but masses of flesh and screaming skulls of the dead.
It roared and swung the Chainsword in its hand, destroying everything in the corridor along the way. Statues and paintings on the lower deck were hacked