In the sight of Marquinius, Chapter Master of the Twelfth Chapter, a xeno as tall as a Primarch approached.
Bolts screamed. Plasma beams crackled.
With each step the Slaugth took, it was met with a storm of firepower.
Its necrotic shroud was blasted to shreds. Clumps of maggots scattered.
Even an Astartes would be consumed by such dense fire, but the Slaugth's body rapidly regenerated, compensating for the damage.
Its terrifying necrotic scepter spat beams of necrotic energy.
Black armor dissolved in the corrosive hiss of fluids. Flesh vanished from his Honor Guard members.
The "Barbarian" roared, raising his sword and charging the Slaugth.
The Slaugth's body momentarily halted, but only for an instant. It raised its scepter.
The moment blue and green light clashed, the "Barbarian" felt a tremendous force.
His power sword spun away. A worm-arm lunged at his face. He lost consciousness.
Aboard the Stormbird, learning of Marquinius's death, Nareth immediately ordered Nelson to change course and issued a command.
"William Wood succeeds as Chapter Master of the Twelfth Chapter."
"Father, one kilometer." Nelson's voice sounded. Nareth rose and opened the hatch.
He leaped out, his golden wings spreading.
The Primarch's transhuman vision pierced the psychic mists shrouding the mountains, overlooking from above the battlefield.
A xeno's claws locked onto black armor, its tooth-filled maw opening.
His golden wings beat. A golden fireball pierced the mist, precisely striking the xenos.
Flames from the Burning One essence burst, shattering its personal energy shield.
The Shadows of Order broke free, looked up in bewilderment, then shouted.
"Father!"
The Shadows of Order erupted in enthusiastic cheers. Bathed in golden light, they charged the xenos.
Arcs of lightning had just leaped from the pig-like xeno's head when the Shadows of Order surged forward.
Blue light screamed, drowning out the lightning, tearing through the pig-like bodies.
A Cerabvore had just pulled out a brain with its curved arm when a flying talisman detonated.
The will of the worms crushed its mind. Its unconscious body crashed to the ground.
An Osseivore swept its three arms, causing the void-shields of over a dozen black-armored warriors to flicker violently.
A spear flashed through the mist like lightning, striking its crown.
Its flowerbed-like head exploded with a crack. The Dionysian Spear's momentum carried it through the Osseivore's chest, out through one of its branch-like feet, and into the ground.
Nareth flashed across the battlefield. Golden flames blazed. Fourteen fiercely contested positions were seized by the Shadows of Order.
Golden light, spinning like a meteor, plunged down, striking an emerald scepter.
Khorne, enthroned on his brass throne, instantly dismissed all other battlefields.
A figure taller and more robust than other worm-creatures was sent flying by a punch, crashing into the rocks.
The worm-creature slid down the rock face like a decal.
By the time Nareth reached it, it had swelled back to humanoid form.
Punch after punch. The worm-creature was like a lowliest training dummy, slammed into the mountainside.
He praised: "Strength."
He was admiring Nareth's storm-like, swift, and fierce assault when a green light suddenly flared.
He could not see.
He roared in fury, raising his massive right claw and slamming it down.
The brass throne shook. The eight Bloodthirsters circling above, as if struck, plummeted.
Their wings beat frantically. It was unknown how long before they steadied.
CRASH!
Another earth-shattering impact. The eight Bloodthirsters were slammed into the 'ground.'
Khorne watched the amber-encased worm-creature, then shifted his gaze to another black figure.
The ornate gold trim on the black-terracotta armor was reduced to scraps, but the armor itself was only pitted. Its defense remained intact.
The Lion's blade spun, tearing open a passage.
Fluids within the cavity hummed like insects. Maggots writhed sluggishly.
The Lion pulled a krak grenade, tossed it into the cavity, then kicked the worm-body away.
The bursting maggots slapped against his black-terracotta armor, leaving trails of black smoke.
Khorne's gaze immediately snapped back to Nareth. He had already flown to another worm-creature.
The golden figure circled the worm-body. Blue-white light slashed, severing clumps of worms.
Emerald beams sent dust billowing from the canyon walls.
"Speed."
His praise had barely escaped his lips when green light bloomed.
In the silence, there was nothing.
His massive claws slammed down. The eight Bloodthirsters, just taking flight, were smashed into the same pit.
Khorne's gaze shifted to the first battlefield he had observed.
Alpharius thrust his Pale Spear, carving a path through the worm-creature's body.
Omegon followed close behind. A krak grenade tumbled into the slime-filled cavity.
Splattering worms struck the twin Primarchs. Their emerald armor was reduced to scraps covering their vitals.
The brass throne shook eight times. The eight Bloodthirsters emerged with broken wings, like the exile Skarbrand.
Khorne watched eight Slaugth charge Nareth together.
Nareth looked around at the eight Slaugth and said to John and Freddy.
"Time for you to work."
John moved first. The hyper-psychic cat knew using psychic power against a Slaugth was suicide.
The "Calamity Priest's" eyes instantly turned pitch black. He leaped, bounding towards the closest one.
Emerald beams lanced. The "Calamity Priest," guided by psychic intuition, darted and weaved, advancing rapidly through the dust.
When the worm-creature's shadow fell upon him, the "Calamity Priest" triggered calamity.
The ground rumbled. A fissure split the earth. Rocks tumbled.
The "Calamity Priest's" psychic energy surged. "Psyche Storm" struck the Slaugth.
The spreading worms halted momentarily. Falling rocks slammed them into the fissure.
The black wolf, Freddy, stepped forward. His eyes were deep.
Three Slaugth stopped. Even their maggots ceased writhing.
Nareth faced four Slaugth as tall as himself. He raised his hand, throwing a green teardrop-shaped talisman, chanting the activation words in Dunnic.
"Silence!"
The four Slaugth faltered. But Nareth did not "Imprison" them immediately.
Primarch-level Slaugth had to be sufficiently weakened before they could be bound.
The "Baron of Corruption" channeled psychic energy into his power gauntlet and shouted in Dunnic: "Die!"
He lunged, arm swinging.
His body merged with a certain strange power. Trailing afterimages, he slammed into a Slaugth. His fist, in an unstoppable posture, precisely struck its head.
With a crack, a mass of worms scattered.
The Bloody Chain on his right pinky glowed. His psychic energy rapidly restored.
"Imprison!" Golden light flared. Amber encased the writhing maggots.
As Nareth captured one Slaugth, he sensed two beams from the side and a worm-arm from behind.
Psychic energy surged from the "Baron of Corruption," condensing into a prism.
Two necrotic beams struck the "Multiprism."
The emerald light, reflected and refracted through countless angled and sized mirrors, grew thinner, dimmer, and vanished.
Nareth spun, facing the Slaugth.
Blue-white light leaped. The Sword of Vaul was like a rein. The descending scepter, like a tamed horse, guided by the Alvira swordtyle, deviated completely from its course and height.
The roaring Khorne, finally seeing Nareth again, watched his spinning blade control the Slaugth as they passed.
The worm-creature's twisted body seemed leashed.
Blue-white blade flashed, severing clumps of worms.
"Skill." His praise barely escaped when silence erupted again.
The brass throne shook. He leaned forward.
Nareth lunged at the Slaugth, raising his power gauntlet. The bolter roared. The plasma gun gifted by Perturabo screamed.
The frozen Slaugth shed large clumps of worms.
Nareth was before it in an instant. The Sword of Vaul swept down. The shrieking disruption field tore through the necrotic shroud.
The "Baron of Corruption's" eyes deepened. Shreds of cloth rapidly condensed into barbed, grey whips, lashing the Slaugth.
Clumps of maggots spun like tops, crackling.
Simultaneously, another Slaugth was swept up by an invisible "force." Its scepter slammed into its own body.
Under the manipulation of "force," the two Slaugth spun like windmills.
Amidst a series of impacts, clumps of maggots scattered.
Golden light flared. Amber "Imprisoned" two prizes.
Nareth's golden wings beat. He dove towards the fissure in the ground.
Compared to a mythical creature, a Sequence 6 "Calamity Priest" could obviously last far less time.
The Primarch crashed through debris, diving.
The Slaugth tumbled, raising its necrotic scepter, firing beams.
It soon found its attacks always deviated.
Sometimes slowed by dizziness. Sometimes aimed at the wrong target.
It extended its evil will, pressing towards the ginger-furred psychic creature.
But the cat-like creature was not overwhelmed.
Disoriented, rocks continued to batter it.
Nareth watched the Slaugth caught in the "Psyche Storm," thinking, 'John is quite capable. Saves me some effort.'
"Silence!" The "Baron of Corruption" hurled a talisman. His golden wings slashed down, striking the Slaugth.
Living metal, sharp as a blade, severed large clumps of worms.
"Imprison!" Golden light blazed. A disc of condensed shattered stone rose, carrying the lake and the hyper-psychic cat upward.
The moment Nareth leaped from the fissure, Freddy knew the mountain of corpses he had conjured for the Slaugth was losing its appeal.
They were about to break free from the dream.
"I need time."
Nareth raised his hand, tossing a Silent Talisman.
The black wolf shuddered. His manifested mythical form freed him from the silence.
Darkness enveloped the three Slaugth. Two pairs of abdominal legs extended.
The eight-legged black wolf stood in the air: "The tranquil melody softly ripples,
...
"All things are silent."
Countless maggots froze as if dead.
Nareth flew towards them, raising his golden gauntlet.
"Rope!"
He swung his arm. The three Slaugth were struck by an invisible whip.
Clumps of worms crackled to the ground.
Three blocks of amber appeared on the ground. Freddy returned to normal.
Khorne's massive form slumped back onto the brass throne. Countless images of black-armored, golden-winged figures flashed through his eyes.
Golden fists. Blue-white blades...
Not what he had seen, but what he imagined.
As the Dionysian Spear returned to Nareth's hand for the eleventh time, his temples throbbed from repeated psychic exhaustion. He looked up.
The Bloody Chain could restore psychic energy, vitality, and heal wounds, but it could not replenish mental reserves.
Nareth's gaze pierced the mist. He thought to himself.
'Is he really not going to use the Void Dragon?'
As the Dionysian Spear returned to his hand for the thirty-third time, his black armor was long shattered. Spreading golden living metal covered his body.
Nareth stood on a mountain peak, bathed in the faint light of Taxal's star.
He murmured wearily, "It's finally over."
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