the planet was below them. Nuceria a world that was for the disturbed and slavers to enjoy the fruits of their evil. kharn could hardly say that he was much better. but for his brother it mattered little, they will scream they will burn and for no reason other than for his brother. if that did not scream selfishness he did not know the meaning of it. Lorgar, the word bearers primarch had once said to him that there is no purer act than revenge and no purer emotion than rage. in that case he was going to become purer by directing his rage to take revenge on a place that killed his brother. but did a rather large rock that can support human life really deserve to be blamed for the sins of one madman? yes. kharns answer was yes, and in blood and chaos it will redeem itself. Lotara Sarrin walked up to kharn "orders, my lord" he turned to her, they were in the conquers control room, servitors worked to keep the kingship in high orbit and to keep a look out for enemies, and human crew looked at them for orders. "what is the status of the enemies weapons and armor, what of their manpower?" she looked at the pict-screen on her throne and read it for a couple of minutes before answering. "they have nothing that should be too difficult, however if we attack the most trouble that they will cause is with the nails victims." Kharn looked at her and said to her. "give me a ship wide vox" she nodded to one of the human crew members, titled: master of the vox. all communications aboard the conqueror was monitored and authorized by him. while he was an aging man he was by no means old. he wore an world eaters crew uniform which meant that he was there by his own will, not just some slave that they picked up in the world eater conquests. he nodded to Lotara and she nodded to Kharn, after a few second he spoke. "world eaters, black legionnaires, cultist and maggot sorcerers. this is how everything is going to happen. the world eaters will do what we are good at... killing. we will be supported by cultist. black legionnaires will escort nails victims get aboard the conquer, they will be turned into a new generation of world eaters. as for the maggots, you will stay on board. you are not needed now... now all world eaters get to drop pods and all black legionnaires and cultists to gunships! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" there was a defining roar of thousands of throats screaming with him. he went to the drop pod lunch decks, and all around him here world eaters making final weapons checks and strapping into the drop pods. when everyone was strapped in the drop pods drops closed, and they were launched.
deploying in a drop pod never got any easier. it was the worst experience anyone could have. it was as if your body was at one point of a hangar and you mind and soul was at the other end and you your soul was trying to enter the body. the body world just fly away. kharns mind felt as if it were slower than normal time and cannot keep up with time. then there was a time were his mind would speed up faster than normal time. that was massive amounts of adrenaline, getting pushed into his brain as there was a massive crunch from his feet then. light. the sun of his world flooding in from the outside to the inside. then he could make out buildings, then people standing shocked. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" then the killing began. kharn had those feelings again. three feelings that the nails would allow him to have. one, pain, they drilled into his head, causing his head to misfire making him hurt and making his body release adrenaline. two anger, the survival anger that will make any warrior fight with the speed and force of himself tenfold. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM the crashing of drop-pods were everywhere. so much drop-bods raining from the skies that he could not even hear himself scream. it mattered not, however. his throat rang as he screamed, so he knew his voice was still there. blood of gods there were many people, so many people. the nails did not steal enough of his sanity to not remember that he has killed countless. blood was flowing down the streets and sewers overflow and the battle ground has become un-walk-able having to awkwardly slide to his next target just for another measly kill. eventually there was a layer of rotting blood than suck to boots allowing them to walk again. however, they were knee deep in blood, and good, worthy sacrifices seemed to be crawling out of the woodwork's. kharn managed to gain a moments rest from the nails pain and saw a most majestic sight. he saw a world dying in a slower and with much more beauty than that whore-son Erebus or Logar could ever create. the sun was setting with an orange tint blood was flowing runny and warm. buildings burning and falling. walls that stood for the ignorant belief in the corpse emperor. temple to his false majesty were put to the torch. men and women dying screaming in horror and hopelessness, with their killers screaming in an overwhelming joy and a sense stealing pain. children crying for the same reasons as their parents but the black legion were taking them to become chaos worshipers. Flesh was being torn, burned, blown apart and eaten. The world eaters war routine was very simple, but very effective, relying heavily on shock and awe tactics. shock the enemy by giving them a full on charge, then give them a final sense of awe with the best troops that can be offered by them. since the world eaters were space marines being the best was part of the job description. they ran into a hive and began a slaughter leaving nothing alive, such was the world eaters wrath that it gave next to nothing to the carrion birds. the black legion had seemed to forget the fact that they were in a war zone simply dumping supply's to where the world eaters wanted them then went back. the black legion had learned not to try and out kill or keep up with the world eaters pace, it was a fools goal. the black legion just did what kharn told them by collecting human nails-victims, and regular humans who had somehow escaped the world eaters might and were hiding like starved and beaten dogs. yet at times it seemed that even dogs had more pride than they did. they saw howling madmen, given the mightiness weapons ever created and let loose. the people that came back were but mere ghost of what they were. even to most jovial would, after that, consider death a kind-ness. but they were in too much shock in to so. due to this what would happen to them in the depths of the world eaters king ship, the conqueror, was much, much worse. to be a plaything of a maddened, depraved minion of chaos.
after most of the killing had 'ended' even through in the 41st millennium there is only war, so the act of killing is never really finished. Kharn was standing at the foot of his goal. the heresy museum. has the truth been told? kharn had to ask, there was only one way to find out. he kicked open the great wooden doors that broke and seemed to explode inward just at his sheer force. he had forgotten his strength. he strode down the hall that had paintings of pivotal imperial victories during the heresy with so much swagger it would have put a primarch to shame. he walked until he came across a statue that depicted a word bearer in shattered amour being stabbed in the back by an ultramarine. it wasn't the truth, but the lie was better to take in. he kicked the stone and form it came Argel Tals armor... inside his bones. he took them outside and demanded a thunderhawk pick him up, and that the legions muster. he went to the captured thousand sons and gave them he amour and bones "bring him back, if you need anything for it, get a slave to do so" he did not want to stick around after he remembered the last time, it was an experience that even made a battle-hardened world eater shake in his boots. he had a chance to look over the spoils and the losses of the battle. they had recovered all of the legionaries that had fell that day. the total number was only in the hundreds, and the human losses were in the thousands. the war gear they gained could only be used by morals, if a legionary used them, it would appear to be a bad joke. the nails-victims they gained were about 14 thousand. assuming they were all male and not above age, it that meant 14 thousand new world eaters, and even of they weren't it didn't mean they they could not serve the legion. in normal human captures were in 40 thousand the original number was higher but when they all could not fit into the slave decks the black legion decided to carry out a little... crowd control, which involved heavy bolters and chain weapons. there were now countless craps of dead in the slave decks, and the black legion did not care to count and truth be told, Kharn did not care much anyway. he spent a lot of time with Lotara. getting to re-know each other after a long time. Lotara did not change much even though she did not look different she did act like more mature. but to kharn, he would always see the same spirited young woman he met 10 thousand years ago, back when Lotara Sarrin was only 19 and flag captain for the world eaters fleet. he cared not for age, he could not remember his own age. he was once shown a life by a sorcerer, of his life without a legion, without the nails. it would have been wonderful to be... human. to live an absent earth bound life. when he was young he had craved more, then the legion can to his world, then it was called the war hounds. he looked at Lotara, in the captains quarters. the place had changed since he had last been there. before it was a bright place, the perfect place for a flag captain to live. now decay and entropy has taken it toll on the place. it looked no better than a slaves room, save for the fact her room was much bigger. he left every so often the nails gave no rest, ain't no rest for the wicked.
he went to lotara one day, the resurrection of his brother had completely left him. as he walked through the doors lotara looked at him and said "Orders sir?" he looked at her and replayed "where are we?" he asked "i can't remember the nails... they burn hotter today" she wanted to comfort him, but it would probably end with her head flying off. "we are hanging over Nuceria, my lord" she replied trying not to make his eternal war against the nails even worse. how she pitied and related to the 13th legion. she pitied they because they were in constant pain, they had a curse on them and the only way for their curse to end was for them all to die. she related with them because she was fighting a losing battle against the imperium of man, and she was still fighting strong. so was the legions. "take us to a planet with pray on it." he said breaking her from her thoughts. "i must kill, and the nails don't care" she nodded and called for all staff to positions. "navigator where is the closest imperial world we can plunder?" she ordered, she was back in control. when she was in command we felt powerful. it was the greatest feeling ever. "we can be to a world in 4 hours minimum, ma'am" she nodded back at her, and gave her a look that said 'let's go' Kharn was walking through the halls getting legionaries to drop pods for the coming conquest. then he saw a hallway covered in blood. bloody black legion, don't know when to stop killing, he thought. he took gore child and revved it up. "by the blood god, i will personally feed your blood to him, and eat your-"
"brother?" that voice?