Chapter 585: Chapter 586 · The Savior: Tragedy—Dire News From My Blood-Brother Old Ka!
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"Heretic... die!"
No one knew when, but the Savior’s fierce general, Titus, had already charged in.
He swung a massive axe, hewing apart the daemons that barred his path as he drove straight for the Destroyer, Pelofolai—his unstoppable advance blaring like a warhorn.
War exploded in an instant!
BOOM BOOM BOOM—
The Titan-Armour cohorts unleashed a deluge of fire that swallowed the daemon-engine lines; a single salvo toppled dozens of fiendish constructs.
The black fires of the blasts washed over nearby Chaos units, wringing from them shrieks of agony.
DONG—DONG—DONG!
Then the Titan-Armour cohorts thundered forward in great strides, and the Space Marine formations followed close behind, charging in compact groups.
"Why would the Savior be here—why with so many legendary warriors?!"
Pelofolai finally realized whom he faced—and what manner of foe had come. Dread welled up inside him.
This was not the battle he had envisioned, not the style of war he associated with the Imperium.
In the normal tale, he would be the one to unleash calamity and war, while the Imperium barely endured.
And then, out of the depths of despair, some legendary warriors would break through to reach him, the Destroyer, and—amid blood and tears—delude themselves that they could prevail over him, even a Primarch-slayer!
Even when he pictured combat with a primarch, the scene wasn’t far off from that.
Chaos always held the advantage. The Imperium always struggled.
No exceptions.
Yet this time the Hope-Primarch, the Savior, had arrived with so much assembled might that it shattered his every expectation.
For the first time, the Destroyer grasped just how terrifying the Imperium’s strength truly was when gathered as one—and what majesty such massed power could project.
It was an inevitable result.
Once, the Great Rift and shattered warp-lanes left the Imperium’s forces fighting in isolation, their strength seldom united.
But the Savior’s rise had rallied the Imperium, while Dawn-City’s webway routes enabled swift musters and deep logistics.
Once more, grand-army operations by Space Marines had become possible.
ROAR!
Pelofolai barely had time to react before several heavy shells smashed into him. Pain tore a bellow from his throat.
He swept his warp-wrought pinions to bat aside the rest of the barrage and turned to flee back through the Warp rift—to escape this cursed world, this accursed place!
"No—"
But the instant he turned, fury seized him. The rift was bent by some Imperial witchcraft.
Thousands of Librarians, in concert with their Chief Librarians, were disrupting and binding the fully-formed tear in realspace.
With sorceries of the mind, they severed the daemon host’s line of retreat.
Pelofolai could not withdraw. Gazing upon the encircling Titan-Armour cohorts, the legendary champions, and the Space Marine host, he sank into deeper despair.
He only wanted to unmake a single, ordinary hub world—not invade Holy Terra.
Why this?
"Savior!"
The Dark Fiend, the Destroyer had just loosed his roar—when holy light flared and seared his vision, and his skull took a hammerblow from the Grey Knights’ Grand Master, Corwin.