The Arbiter of the First Brotherhood, the Perpetual Angel DeWyn, finally understood his prophecy: he would fight the dark enemy to the death before the Golden Throne.
In this most sacred of ways!
The Imperium could not be upheld by a single hero. It needed a host of heroes to fill the star clusters, those who gladly embraced death to fill the ravines of despair, and those who remained to build walls with their blood. A cowardly race had no future. Humanity had only one future: to live on with strength atop the bodies of those who had sacrificed themselves.
We are the Emperor's Blades, and we are his shield.
My soul and the Imperium's future are one!
With ceaseless chanting, the Grey Knight inspired the brothers ascending to battle. He was so close to the Emperor, so glorious.
This place became forbidden ground for daemons.
The "Astronomican" on Mercury lit up, just as it had in the Five Hundred Worlds all those years ago, its light overlapping with the Emperor's Astronomican.
Once again, the Tyranids saw that dazzling pillar of light. This time, it was more immediate, more brilliant, and closer than before.
But honestly, it was not as bright as the Astronomican.
Leman Russ found a quiet spot and sat down. He had handed the bracelet to Constantin Valdor, and at last, he was alone.
Ans was so nervous that he dared not move.
My own father! I have a father of my own now!
Victor shook his head from side to side. He had not joined the fighting inside the Imperial Palace. He was one of the Eyes of the Emperor, and by rights, he should have rendezvoused with Trajann Valoris, Marshal of the Adeptus Custodes, and begun his own slaughter alongside the other "retired