The two veterans of the Tactical Support Squad, each carrying a twin-barreled fusion melta, broke away from the formation and advanced step by step toward the two Tactical Squads under the covering fire of the Heavy Explosive Rounds machine guns behind them, providing fire support. They aimed their weapons at the blurry hound-like creatures rushing toward them, unleashing star-bright torrents of searing heat upon monsters unafraid of standard 0.75-caliber explosive rounds.
Even amid the chaos, the wails of the Extra-dimensional Beings remained horrifying. The veterans released their triggers. The monsters had vanished from the molten, red-hot flagstones, leaving behind only malicious cries. Vicious words of curses and maledictions dripped from their tongues, cursing the humans who had killed them.
The Praetorian Guard, clad in deep crimson battle robes, entered the midst of the black-robed wizards at that moment, like lions entering a flock of sheep.
The Praetorian Guard casually swung their halberds, their electrically crackling blades effortlessly cleaving through shields and cutting down nearby wizards attempting to attack. The Spear of the Garrison occasionally spat brilliant muzzle flashes, striking with precision those wizards taking critical measures. The Praetorian Guard carved a corridor of firepower through sorcery and crowds, littered with mangled remains and blood. The Emperor stepped down from the platform, swinging the Sacred Sword to dispel spell after spell taking shape in the air. Brief precognition was wholly incapable of evading the Emperor's blade; illusory light shattered in an instant.
The light he radiated inflicted indescribable pain upon those spirit entities. The wizards bound to them by contracts were tormented by their companions' wails and screams. The spirit entities screamed as they dove into deeper dimensions, trying to hide beneath the surface and flee death.
For some wizards, losing the messengers through which they communicated with the Outer Dimensions