Hello, everyone, thought it prudent to post here (especially those who've followed/favourited the story, not me, the "author" that I have just uploaded the first chapter of the sequel Secret War: The Annihilation Plague, I would give a link but won't allow me for some reason.

Summary:

After their horrid, soul-destroying fight on the world of Sarkeath, Attelus and his comrades have earned one lead; a name: Inquisitor Soloston of the Ordo Malleus. Soon, he's tracked to the backwater shrine world of Quoranda. But something froths beneath the surface of the oh so puritanical world. Something capable of drowning the entire sector in a sea of agony and decay.

Here is a 'trailer' I wrote up for fun of scenes which might make it into the story itself later.

On a battlefield covered in the corpses of Imperial Guard and Cultist alike, Attelus Kaltos dodges and darts through a wall of bolter fire. His black flak jacket whirls and whips in his wake. Around ten metres away, firing at him is a five-man fire team of Nurgle Plague Marines. The split-second their bolters run out of ammunition, Attelus dashes the distance at the nearest Plague Marine and slices down through its bolter then cuts a deep gash across the guts of the nearest with his power sword. But the Plague Marine doesn't flinch. Attelus is then sent winding away as the Plague Marines' staccato of shots blare back to life. The Plague Marine's wound begins to slurp close.

Surrounded by dozens of Traitor Guardsmen former Commissar Tathe and Dellenger stand back-to-back. Both are beaten, battered, exhausted. Dellenger readies his War-knife in a reverse grip as he fires his hellpistol into the enemy. Tathe holds his crackling, curved power sword in both hands as he decapitates a lunging cultist, then slices through another's chest with the back-swing. Dellenger ducks a swinging lasgun butt and guts the attacker before blasting another cultist through the neck as he charges.

Attelus stands in a church, frowning, his eyes plastered on something below him. Three Sisters of Battle stand behind him and aim their bolters at his back. His gaze raises forwards.

Inside a church which may or may not be the same one dozens of people lie in cots crying out in writhing in agony. Their skin is grey and scaly and covered in green, bulbous pustules. Coughs echo as women wearing medical smocks and protection move among the sick, trying to treat them, allay their agony. A stooped man in black robes walks down the central aisle; his short brown hair is scruffy and balding on his broad forehead, a long scraggy goatee falls from his thin chin. He wears a pair of circular glasses and takes out a syringe from a pocket and takes a blood sample from one of the nearby patients. He raises the needle to his face and flicks it, making the red blood turn into filmy, swirling grey-green.

The Space Marine, Kalakor sprints through a wide boulevard surrounded by tall statues of praying Imperial servants. His huge footfalls rock the rockcrete as las and solid shots shower off his power armour. In his hand is a knife held in a reverse grip; he crashes into a squad of traitor guardsmen, he becomes a whirlwind, slaughtering any enemy within reach. He joins Karmen Kons, in her full power armour as she flings and smashes away cultists with her powerful telekinesis while blasting with her bolter. Beside her stands Arlathan Karkin and Darrance. Arlathan wears power armour too as he cuts down cultist after cultist with a Storm Bolter. Darrance wields his two-handed power scimitar with incredible speed and finesse, slicing and carving through the mob with spins and pirouettes. Then there's Dalathasi who fights similarly to her master but with dual power blades. Then there's a full battalion of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers supported by Chimera APCs; they spit withering hail after withering hail of hellgun fire into a seemingly never-ending horde of Nurgle Cultists and Traitor Guard. Behind them come the legions of mutants, Plague Bearers and Nurglings. Then in the background stands a huge, bulbous figure hidden in shadow.