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Kharn heard his vox chirp the code that to the educated ear of a Astartes indicated an override signal from the fleet above. "Extreme Predjudice to all command rank World Eaters. Multiple warp emergences, estimated to be space hulks."
"Lord..."
"I know." Angron picked up the bloodsoaked child, his voice lowered to normal conversational levels, and handed her to Kharn. "See to her. And yourself."
The equerry grimaced, feeling the distant pain of his wound, dulled by the complex chemicals being poured liberally into him by the systems of his battleplate. "And you, lord?"
Angron turned away from him, which was answer enough. "THERE'S SOMETHING I MUST SAY TO YOU, DOOMBREED." Kharn, walking away from them heard another note from his vox. This one signified a vox override from Angron himself. He knew that the words about to be spoken would be heard by every World Eater - not only the Astartes but every man and woman in their service that was in the system.
Doombreed seemed not to notice this. "WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO ME, BROTHER?"
In centuries of service Kharn had never heard Angron's voice so low, so sibilant, so filled with bloodlust. It was a veritable hiss as he whispered: "this is how i refuse." There was a crash of sword against axe as the startled Doombreed barely parried Angron's blazingly fast cutting stroke. "KILL THEM ALL!"
No other order was needed.
No other order was desired.
Without the slightest hesitation forty thousand World Eaters hurled themselves forwards, weapons raised.
"TREACHERY!" Doombreed's mighty axe smashed down on Angron, who met it force on force, blocking with one sword as he thrust the other towards the face of his enemy. The two giants duelled as their armies rushed together, screaming for blood, the World Eaters as enthused as their enemies.
"Damn you," Kharn whispered as he carred the child away. "Damn you Angron, for making me miss this."
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