Black armored figures became streaks of black lightning.
They darted swiftly across the battlefield.
The massive Power Axes looked like impossibly cumbersome weapons, yet in their hands, they were as nimble as daggers.
Standing high above, Vashtorr called upon the response of the Chaos Warp.
He was reluctant to abandon his current Wyrmwood.
But Wyrmwood had already been captured.
The gravity field of reality had placed Wyrmwood within a stasis field. Even if the Warp were opened, there was no escaping.
The sky of Wyrmwood.
It resembled the eye of a storm.
Colossal lightning bolts pierced the entire world.
The shadows they cast blanketed the land.
And on the ground were even more members of the Dark Mechanicum, along with some kind of hidden mechanical weapon of destruction.
Among a Black Legion force led by Rens, they had suffered no fewer than ten attacks since entering this planet. Every attack had been a terrifying and arduous battle.
After Rens used his Power Axe to kill a Bloodslayer Daemon Engine that had been smashed apart halfway—
He cast aside the Daemon Engine's cannon barrel. "They're regenerating again. We need to destroy their power engines quickly. We must carry out the task the Warmaster gave us without hesitation. We're only one final step away from completing it."
"Watch out!"
Amid the wreckage of the Dark Mechanicum members they had shattered and the Daemon Engines they had destroyed, the debris was continuously fusing together. Things that should have been destroyed were recombining into corpses, while new flesh gradually grew from the ruined portions.
That was the terrifying aspect of Wyrmwood.
This place kept growing. Even after being destroyed, things were urged by the planet to heal and return to the battlefield. Empowered by Vashtorr's Chaos sorcery, the entire planet brimmed with a kind