It worked. The thralls dropped mid-stride, their cerulean veins flickering. Karn carved through the remaining dozens like scythes through wheat.
“They’re learning,” Vorek said, his voice calm even as a shard lodged in his chest. “The neural matrix is updating their combat protocols in real time.” Warhammer 40K - Deathwatch - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
“You’ll have an orbital strike,” Aldric said. “The Spear of Absolution is positioning for a lance bombardment. Get clear in fifteen minutes.” It worked
They crashed into the thrall horde like a meteor. Karn’s claws bisected three at once. Xavian’s chainsword whined as it chewed through crystal-ribcages. Vorek’s bionic arm transformed into a melta-cutter, vaporising thralls in white-hot arcs. “They’re learning,” Vorek said, his voice calm even
He made it three hundred metres before the singularity tore open. The gravity-crystal, the neural matrix, the thousand-year harvest of human skulls—all of it collapsed into a fist-sized point of impossible darkness, then vanished with a thunderclap that shattered every crystal spire on Serekh Secundus.
“No plan. Just die loud.”