Things began going wrong for the Bloodskull Raiders. Their missiles inexplicably veered off target, their engines suddenly malfunctioned, and their shields collapsed when they should have held.
"Impossible!" Krom, the Bloodskull Raiders' Chapter Master, a deranged renegade, watched friendly signals vanish from the tactical display and roared in defiance. "We are warriors of Khorne! How could we lose to these..."
He was cut off.
Saul had already boarded his flagship with the Terminator Squad.
Boom!
The bridge doors were kicked open with brutal force. Saul strode inside, followed by twenty fully armed Terminators.
"You're Krom?" Saul looked at the fallen Chapter Master, his body covered in runes of Khorne and his face twisted with madness.
"Who are you?!" Krom roared, drawing his bloodstained chainaxe. "How dare you barge into..."
Saul wasted no words and charged straight at him.
Krom reacted quickly, swinging his chainaxe at Saul's head. The blow carried enough force to cleave a tank in two, and the speed of the blade tore through the surrounding air with a shriek.
But Saul was faster.
He sidestepped the blow and reached out with his right hand, seizing the chainaxe's haft.
"What?!" Krom discovered to his shock that he could not pull free.
"You don't deserve that armor," Saul said calmly, driving his left fist straight into Krom's face.
The punch carried the power of Golden Judgment. The instant it struck, Krom's helmet burst apart along with the head inside, spattering red and white across the floor.
The headless corpse remained standing for a few seconds before crashing to the ground.
Every renegade on the bridge froze at the sight.
"Surrender," Saul said, turning to them. "I won't accept it, but at least I can give you a quick death."
No one surrendered. These renegades had long since gone mad,