"Deflect!" Wodhaus somehow found the strength to suddenly rush in front of the KV128 Stormsurge, pointing his staff at the incoming swarm of missiles.
With the aid of surging psychic power, these missiles, not yet fully tainted by filthy flesh, could still be influenced.
Their trajectories shifted, veering behind the Space Marines before they could strike them. A chain of explosions consumed the pursuing enemies in flames.
The shockwaves and fierce winds splattered great quantities of flesh and debris across the warriors' armor, making them look even more foul and disgusting.
They looked as though they had soaked in some corpse pit offered to Nurgle. Not even the Blood God would have wanted such filthy flesh.
"Pant... pant..." Wodhaus's body trembled violently, his face pale as snow. If not for his power armor supporting him, he would already have collapsed to the ground.
When the KV128 Stormsurge saw that its attack had failed, Warp energy gathered around the heavy cannon. Wodhaus had been able to sense it all along.
He had followed that stench of the Warp here with the Space Wolves, only to find the Raven Guard exchanging fire with the Reflections warriors.
From the faint traces lingering in the shattered corpses and armor, Wodhaus could clearly sense the presence of Chaos.
Yet this presence differed from anything he had encountered before. He felt none of the rage and bloodlust, filthy immortality, ever-changing mutability, or chaotic disorder.
There was only pure nothingness and corpses. It was difficult to describe. These corpses felt as though they had been dead for tens of millions of years; apart from the ancient, weathered aura of bygone ages, there was nothing.
The last time he had felt this sensation of the dead had been when facing the cold Necrons.
But this was still somewhat