Chapter 70: Genestealers Guarding the Imperial Gate
"For the Brass Lord!"
The mutant champion's roar shattered the rusted casing of the abandoned pipes. The xenos skulls hanging from his waist collided, rattling out a blasphemous requiem.
On his chest plate, a foul fusion of flesh and scrap metal, eight maws churning with magma erupted simultaneously. Sulfurous smoke wove a scarlet web among the symbols of Chaos, transforming the entire alleyway into a sacrificial ground for the Skull Lord.
Behind him, the Khorne cultists let out fiery roars, swearing to find the Chosen Champion hidden within the hive city for the Skull Lord.
"For the Four-Armed Emperor!"
The carapace scales of the Genestealer Killers refracted iridescent hues in the glare of burning promethium. The roar of their twin-linked bolters and the hum of their power glaives intertwined into a deadly hymn.
Behind them, the bald cultists cheered with fanatic zeal, swearing to carve out the right to survival for their comrades from the clutches of these heretical minions.
And upon this chaotic battlefield, where was humanity?
Everyone's gaze fell upon the background of this brutal melee.