In the final moments of the Disciples of Blood's Warp teleportation, violent explosions reflected in their eyes. Bullets and flames intertwined, and the electrical glare of plasma weapons made their armour gleam. The Crimson Tide warriors' dense barrage had left a lasting impression.
Yet when they returned to their own warship, the flames before them made them think the teleportation had failed.
While the Lamenters' Death Company warriors were tearing down walls and conducting internal discussions on physics-the enemy had already been reduced to four or five pieces-they suddenly spotted fresh "Horus bodyguards." Roaring, they charged at the newcomers.
A bloody melee erupted. Khorne Berserkers collided with the final glory of the Sons of Sanguinius. The Emperor's glory shone upon yellow armour, while the blood of the Skull Throne congealed beneath black-and-purple plate.
Barto the Never-Dying raised his Chainsword and charged at the Lamenters. Chaos had utterly corrupted him. Congealed blood filled his dark armour; his flesh had melted away. He had offered everything to the Brass Throne.
"Raaagh... raaagh..." Meaningless sounds emerged from his mouth, like pleas to the Brass Throne.
The Lamenters in the grip of the Black Rage cared nothing for that. They simply charged at the Disciples of Blood's temporary leader.
Slashing Chainswords scattered countless sparks through the air. The warriors who remained lucid stopped watching that fight, because the other Berserkers were already charging at them.
Arnos kicked through a bulkhead, and his Bolter spat fire into the enemy's rear. Their original mission had been to block the enemy's route back to their own warship. Now that the enemy had teleported aboard it, they naturally became the spearhead of the assault on that ship.
Arnos led his warriors in a surprise attack on the fiercely engaged Disciples of Blood. After emptying their magazines with several