The two Drukhari who emerged first had barely felt the biting wind again before a Gourd Hammer and a Lightning Claw smashed their heads apart.
To keep quiet, Kazhaniv had not even dared activate his Lightning Claw. He tore the enemies apart through brute strength alone.
The Drukhari behind them reeled in shock. They had only just emerged from the tunnels thick with poisonous miasma-though they had laid it themselves-and had already lost two comrades.
Lakshen jumped into the pit, immediately picked up the Bolter left there, and poked his head out to fire at the remaining Drukhari inside.
These enemies still tried to resist, but the narrow opening left them nowhere to evade the Crimson Tide's barrage, especially the melta weapons and jets of promethium.
The Mad Wolf was about to charge farther inside when Sisyphus grabbed him.
"Don't rush, Brother Kazhaniv." Sisyphus gently pressed the button on his Gourd Hammer. Only one Drukhari remained hiding in the cave, holding a Venom Blade and a Monomolecular Blade. He planned to use both at once, one to pierce armour and the other to deliver poison.
Without warning, his body burst into flames. He had no chance to scream, because his brain was the first thing to burn.
Hopefully, Slaanesh enjoyed roasted brains.
"All right, go. Help the Chapter Master, and hurry. Danger is approaching." Sisyphus withdrew from the fighting once again. Lakshen would look after him.
Meanwhile, beside the Bronze Gate, Evan directed the warriors as they planted bombs while studying the mural on it. It seemed to depict the Aeldari defeating a strange enemy, then throwing it into this abandoned Webway and sealing it away.
That was strange. The Aeldari had been virtually invincible back then. Only the perpetually sleeping Necrons could rival them. What enemy could the Aeldari