Titan 4
The ashen earth shook and trembled under the advancing hordes feet and the explosion of artillery. Ash rained down from the sky as the explosions sent plums more into the air. Across the advancing traitor horde men, if you can call them that died all around and yet they marched on uncaring. Max stood up his longlas sited and pointed directly at the heads of the hoard. "I think I can get a clear shoot from here." He said as maxed checked the range finder. He spied one particularly deformed traitor his armor had grown into his body making him his weapon and him one. Max leveled his rifle found the head and with a smirk uttered. "Repent heretic for now you face judgment." And with that the seering sound of the guns discharge sent a flash of light across the little less then a mile stretch between the guardsmen gun line and the advancing horde. As if guided by the hand of the emperor the bolt meet its mark dead center in the head of the monstrosity blazing a hole through the beast skull/helmet. "Ha! I got my mark!" he cried in relief. Voss lifted up the mono bouncers to see but his moth open in horror. "Max check your mark again!" he cried. Max looked back through his sight and he too looked on in horror. The behemoth stumbled but began to shake violently. His body suddenly erupted in a huge red vortex. "What in the name of the terra……" Max stammered his voice almost downed out by the eruption of artillery. The heretics body was gone leaving a gapping hole in realty, Demons poured out of this tear, Not the demons he had heard of in horror stories or the ones he was told about in basic. No…these were beautiful graceful fiends there bodies showed no flaws and there faces look like those of goddesses. Maxes body froze he felt a pain in his soul…like something was eating I, fighting for control of it." It must be them." He whispered.
About this time the hoard was almost one fifth the way to there line and the heavy bolters and auto cannons were blazing, but no matter how many bullets went toward those beautiful demons there weren't hit. Then they charged. Not like the horde, no faster with a lust for battle each one armed only with a knife, no armor barley any clothes and yet nothing hurt them. In seconds they reached the front of the line and the priest charged them, there evisarators waling and there voice erupting in screams and curses as they meet the daemons in battle. "This is going to be different Max…" said Voss…..
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