The Healing Brotherhood's Technology

"For the Primarch! Keep pace with him! Charge!"

The deafening battle cry echoed through the narrow shipboard corridor, drowning out the thunder of explosions and the shriek of tearing metal.

Skolzne, Commander of the Primarch Guard, gripped a roaring chainspear in one hand, its teeth spinning at high speed, while his other hand held a heavy Boarding Shield steady. Laser burns and impact craters already scarred the shield, but his shield arm remained rock-solid.

Like a bolt of red-and-white lightning, he followed close behind Angron as the Primarch charged like a mythical titan, using his body and shield to protect him from any flanking shots or ambushes.

"For Angron! For the War Hounds!"

More Space Marines roared with fervor and followed the tip of the spearhead formation, plunging deeper into the enemy ship.

The tide of blue armour swept inexorably over every enemy who dared stand in its way.

But after the initial chaos and Butchery, the Healing Brotherhood's true defensive forces finally mounted an effective response.

Just as Angron led his warriors through a large junction hatch, enemy elites appeared in the broad concourse opening out ahead. These were no longer civilian personnel to be butchered at will, but warriors clad in uniform suits of immaculate white Power Armour.

The armour had sleek lines and a technological sophistication unlike anything produced by the Imperium. White Nanometal covered their entire bodies, gleaming coldly.

Most striking of all was the armour on their arms. Rather than a fixed structure, it writhed slowly like a living fluid.

"For a pure future! Eliminate these barbaric heretics!" the Brotherhood Commander at their head ordered coldly.

The white armoured suits moved swiftly and in perfect coordination, immediately forming a defensive line.

As Angron hurtled toward them like a battle tank, the Nanometal on their arms