"Something's wrong here."
The Adamantium Warriors looked around. Corpses were everywhere.
Wherever Khorne's army went, it left bodies strewn across the ground. That was normal. The problem was, why were all these bodies Chaos Cultists?
It looked as though the Adamantium Warriors had already swept through the place.
They looked for quite some time, yet barely spotted any friendly corpses.
"Could the explosion on the Adjacent Ship have blown the bodies apart?"
The deputy squad leader dismissed that theory.
"Quickly. They might have already gathered the bodies for a blasphemous ritual." Following the usual logic, the Adamantium Warriors began searching for the enemy's altar.
Since the command room had not fallen yet, they split into two groups: one to rescue the survivors, the other to advance toward the largest concentration of enemies.
"Hey, little fellow, what's wrong?" The Wolf Brother soothed his wolf. The enormous False Fenris Wolf had its hackles raised and was trembling all over, warily scanning its surroundings.
The Wolf Brother had been assigned to the altar group so they could use his keen sense of smell to locate the enemy's gathering point. After soothing his "combat servitor," he sensed something was wrong too. He removed his Tactical Helmet and caught a strange scent.
"Be careful. There's a powerful creature here."
The Space Wolves warrior grew more uneasy with every sniff. "He seems to be heading toward... uh, I can't tell."
The Wolf King was a Primarch, after all. Suppressing his metabolism was easy. Apart from the faint scent released when Khorne's cannon barrels drew his blood, the blood smeared over him had concealed his trail well.
The squad got moving. The Wolf Brother ran toward the rear of the ship. Both the Auspex and his senses suggested there were few invaders back there.
"Hey, brother, do