When the Iron Hands Astartes squad entered the main warehouse area, the sight before them still exceeded anything they had imagined.
Rot and distortion covered almost the entire warehouse, and the metal walls were mottled.
Shattered Daemon remains littered the floor.
The foul blood released a strange plague steeped in the power of Chaos.
Silver light flickered over the massive Destroyer Robots. Strange, form-fitting shields isolated their Machine Bodies from the outside world, their energy hissing in the air.
Warp power was corroding the shields around the Destroyer Robots.
Enormous Plague Beasts over ten metres tall and Daemons covered in bizarre spikes had been torn into countless bloody scraps by the two Destroyers' Power Claws.
The clean cuts spoke of how abruptly death had come.
When the Iron Hands arrived, a gigantic Daemon with numerous heads and twisted bone spurs covering its body was fighting the Destroyer Robots.
Space inside the warehouse was limited, preventing the Destroyers from using their burners against their opponent. Igniting ion flame here would most likely turn everything into molten slag.
The strange metal firearm entwined in the flesh of the Daemon's arm was another reason the Destroyers could not fight at full strength.
The huge barrel, riddled with rust and decay, possessed an inexplicable strength, repeatedly clashing with the Destroyers' Power Claws and their flickering force fields.
The signal that had drawn Iax's attention came from one component of this weapon.
Although the weapon's maker was unknown, someone had clearly constructed it using remnants of ancient Federation technology, or a later generation had perfected some lost Federation technology.
The pale green beams of Nurgle warp power that occasionally shot from it forced the Destroyers to dodge carefully.
At the start of the battle, a Destroyer had been struck once by that green beam.
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