Upon the vast battlefield, the most thrilling and perilous combat was neither the exchange of fire and slaughter between god-machines nor the mutual assault of tens of thousands of super-heavy tanks.
When the genetically enhanced warriors of the Lord of Humanity charged toward the enemy in heavy armor, everyone could feel that primal violence and beauty.
As Raldoron's adjutant, Kano followed behind the captain like a shadow. He took up a position in the second rank and used his bolter to cover those ahead of him.
The Sanguinary Guard beside him gripped heavy meltaguns, using the searing heat of thermonuclear reactions to vaporize these extraordinarily resilient enemies.
They did not know which Chaos god had blessed these Death Guard, but their toughness was simply unbelievable.
Even after half their bodies had been shattered by bolter fire, the Death Guard could rise again after a brief pause, their bodies already restored to their original state.
Raldoron ignored the fallen enemies. Standing at the forefront, he roared loudly to announce his presence.
"Keep advancing! Keep advancing! Break through their formation!"
"We must cleanse their corpses completely with fire, or they will rise again," said a Blood Angel over the communications channel.
The Death Guard showed no fear. They attacked in groups, and through their yellowed lenses, Raldoron could see pale, hollow fanaticism.
The Death Guard and Blood Angels collided like two torrents of utterly different colors. Though they were outnumbered, they showed no sign of retreat.
Raldoron deeply loathed these strangely altered Death Guard. He still remembered how powerful the XIV Legion veterans known as the Dusk Raiders had been, yet these creatures now seemed to possess nothing but endlessly amplified resilience.
For some reason, the Death Guard clad in Mark IV Maximus-pattern armor had grown massively swollen. They were bloated like