For the first time, the Black Templars understood the might of Adamantium Armor.
Fortunately, this was the first time warriors in Adamantium Armor had been corrupted. Neither of the two had been devoured by the beast, so the Quantum Ghosts had not acquired their memories. Those false sensory substitutions could not simulate the operation of the armor's weapons.
Otherwise, that barrage would have crippled the Black Templars gathered here.
The Black Templars remained silent. Quite a few warriors, burned black and crisp, had gathered around their team. Their stance was unmistakable.
Don't misunderstand. We intend to save these two warriors.
Their method was to open those absurdly tough cans, shove a flamer inside, and give them a blast.
Bars wanted to say something, but looking at the mass of severely burned warriors behind them, he finally sighed.
"Leave them to us."
The two sides exchanged looks. It felt as though the two Chapters were exchanging hostages.
A group of rescued neophytes followed behind us, while two Adamantium Warriors flailed wildly amid their crowd.
Victor stepped forward with the Fire of Cutting. In the few steps he took, his injuries had already healed, leaving scars that were slowly fading.
The Fire of Cutting blazed upon the Bloodspawn Axe. Once the two had merged, the weapon had become a long-handled axe.
Even the most battle-hardened Black Templars veterans could see only a blur of fire, moving so fast that it formed a fan-shaped swath of flame.
Several brutal blows split the Adamantium Armor into pieces. Two Primarchs' weapons, combined and wielded by a member of the Adeptus Custodes-how could mere Black Templars compare with that power?
The warriors who had just been hacking at the Adamantium Armor with great axes froze, staring doubtfully at the axes in their hands.
Victor casually hauled