(Thank you to onelast for the generous donation and the support from everyone in the group. I have commitments from the 12th to the 30th, so I can only maintain around three updates a day for now. I will remember every donation and release a burst of at least fifteen chapters during the short holiday. Thank you all for your love and support.)
The Boarding Torpedo carrying Fulgrim slammed into the flank armour of the Devourer. Amid violent tremors and the screech of twisting metal, the warriors of the Emperor's Children Legion eagerly charged inside, ready for slaughter.
They passed through the torn-open airlock and planted their boots heavily on metal decking stained with oil and rust, their Purple-Gold armour gleaming beneath the dim yellow Emergency Lighting.
Each moved with an unsettling elegance and composure, as though entering a banquet hall.
Fulgrim walked at the head of the column, his Purple-Gold cloak stirring behind him. The long sword burning with purple flames hummed softly in his hand.
His lips parted slightly, and his tongue slowly traced the corner of his mouth in eager anticipation.
What greeted them, however, was a concentrated barrage of bursts from the War Hounds' Space Marines.
The roar of Bolters suddenly erupted from behind the barricades at the end of the corridor.
The War Hounds' Space Marines, clad in blue-and-white Power Armour, had already secured advantageous positions. Crouching behind their fortifications, they fired their Bolters in a steady rhythm, every report sending another Bolt hurtling through the air.
Like silent meat grinders, they wove their rounds into an impenetrable web of fire.
Bolts struck the armour of the Emperor's Children Legion's warriors, tearing away flesh and blood.
The first round struck the chest of a warrior at the very front. The Bolt detonated the instant it