The violent explosion blasted the temple to pieces, leaving a huge crater where it had stood. A black mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
The transport broke through the clouds and landed squarely atop the ruins.
"It stinks. It absolutely reeks. The moment we land, all I can smell is Chaos scum." Kuroser was the first to touch down, followed by the Space Wolves' Neophytes.
Ten years of playing soldiers were over, Wolf Cubs. Only now were you taking your first step toward becoming something beyond human!
Kuroser could not understand why a simple rebellious planet warranted seven hundred Neophytes. Wasn't that like shooting a balloon with a missile?
Evan had made that decision largely because of what Brother Leon had told him.
The Blackshield had said that Blackshields were the hidden instigators behind many rebellious worlds. They did not want to embrace the Warp, but the Imperium considered them traitors, so they simply carved out territories of their own.
Better safe than sorry.
Besides, their Neophytes' training had been far too easy. All they had done was fight Kroot, and the seven hundred had suffered few losses so far, aside from gaining quite a few Prosthetic Warriors. How could they have developed any real combat ability?
The warriors promoted to the Eleventh Company therefore needed to be put through hell.
Evan led the Neophytes' motorcycle convoy at full speed from the neighboring area to rendezvous with Kuroser.
Passing the village's southern entrance, he saw a young man rolling on the ground, clutching the broken head of a sacred statue and weeping bitterly.
Evan was just about to approach when thick black smoke suddenly poured from the young man's body.
Within Li Anjun's inner lake, the Matchmaker Goddess had collapsed. Blood pouring from her body formed a river through his