The once-sturdy Inquisition hall became a graveyard for Tempestus Scions beneath the onslaught of the Penitent Army and the Battle Sisters. Even as they died, they never understood why the two sides had descended into such a large-scale firefight.
Had the conflict between the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition deteriorated to this extent? Was this a mutual struggle for power?
As the leader of the storm troopers, Draco could not understand how their situation had become so dire. They needed orders. They needed someone to tell them what had happened in this mad city.
But communications throughout Memeiriel Hive had been jammed. They could only communicate internally; any signal sent outside turned into noisy, meaningless static.
"Sir, what do we do?"
A Tempestus Scion turned to look at him. The warrior who had just swept down hundreds of Penitent Army soldiers with his hellgun was clearly at a loss.
It was not confusion over having killed people, but helplessness in the face of an utterly unprovoked attack.
Draco looked at the pile of corpses reduced to ash by hellguns before their position, then activated his communicator to contact Inquisitor Omar once more.
He got nothing again.
"I can tell you what to do."
Draco spun around and aimed his weapon toward the source of the voice. Two powerful figures were emerging from the side of their position.
It was the Ogryn Dumb-Dumb and the Catachan mercenary Taro.
"Stop right there! Or we'll fire!"
"Fuck? Are you serious? We don't have time to waste!"
"I said stop!"
Draco fired a shot at Taro's feet. Shards of debris sprayed onto Taro's trousers.
Seeing several hellguns trained on himself and Dumb-Dumb, Taro told Dumb-Dumb not to pull the ripper gun's trigger. That thing had run out of ammunition long ago; he was only pulling