The main objective of this expedition was to strike a devastating blow against the Chaos Gods and their servants. The Black Legion and the other warbands were merely minor problems to be dealt with along the way.
Commissar Cain could not help yawning. He had completely lost interest in Harken's ancient, stubborn way of thinking.
Harken's subordinates had been almost entirely killed or wounded, and the Chaos warbands that had followed in his footsteps scattered like birds and beasts. However, they would not be able to flee for long; low-orbit augury satellites had their positions in plain sight.
"All right, soldiers, send this bastard to hell."
Harken was crushed into fragments beneath hundreds of Graviton Guns. He had neither completed the task Abaddon had given him nor fulfilled his vow to take the position in eighty seconds.
It was rather laughable. Before beginning his conquest of a world, Harken Worldclaimer would cast his spear into the ground to proclaim that world's death. But now, his body had been crushed to pieces by Graviton Guns, mixed with earth and stone until it was impossible to distinguish. Only the Hell Spear, etched with daemonic runes, still glowed beside him. This time, the Hell Spear had once again delivered a proclamation of death—only its target was Harken, its former master.
The soldiers asked Commissar Cain how they should deal with the dangerous-looking spear. After a moment's thought, Cain directly hurled his broken longsword, driving it firmly into the spear.
In an instant, the roar of a banished daemon echoed across the battlefield, greatly shocking the Chaos sorcerer who had not joined the fighting.
Harken was dead? Killed by a group of mortals?
The wounded Chaos sorcerer and the few Chaos Space Marines responsible for watching over him looked at one another. None of