The Khan knew where the creature had come from. He had seen it in the Library.
He quickly took the communications microphone and began reciting an obscure, incomprehensible language, syllables that human anatomy should have been incapable of producing.
As the Khan called out, the Boarding Pod shook violently.
The Khan was invoking the Techno-Daemon's True Name, a common method of weakening daemons. The White Scars Guard around him seized the opportunity to wrest control of the craft away from it, trying to make manual piloting take over completely.
The Boarding Pod raced through the void like an untamed stallion, and none of the surrounding gunfire could touch it.
Tzeentch had also ordered the Techno-Daemon to bring the Khan into the trap alive. On that point, both sides agreed.
When everything stopped, the Khan cursed inwardly. He had certainly fallen into their trap. He could feel it.
His perception of psyker power came as naturally as the wind of Chogoris brushing his skin. This time, he was in serious trouble. The surrounding psyker power stung his skin like Mortarion's poison gas, and evil power flowed ceaselessly around him.
The Boarding Pod's door slowly opened. The warriors raised their weapons warily and activated their power fields.
An open wilderness lay ahead, a breeze gently sweeping across the grass. The Boarding Pod had landed amid fragrant greenery beneath a vast sky, with white rocky mountains and sapphire lakes in the distance. It was the most beautiful landscape the Khan could imagine.
Ashlan: "Where are we? Did we get lost?"
The other guards: "No idea. Another teleportation formation."
These Primaris Warriors of the Crimson Tide had not come from Chogoris. They felt no reverence for this place at all. Instead, they watched the ground ahead warily and extended a Power Sword to