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Explosions sang and blood rained all across the fields of battle. There were fortifications but these fortifications were simply the numerous bodies of the Daemons who had fallen in battle piling themselves above the heads of those present. A gross and almost hedonistic use of the dead but these were desperate times and bodies proved to be the most ready resource next to machines.
Those that fought on the frontline were the Custodian Guard. When the Daemons of Khorne quickly made their dive towards the front lines of the Emperor they were already acting upon the approach of the horde.
Polearms raised above their heads, each of the Custodians swung in perfect formation three times the millisecond that the Bloodletters made contact. One attack sliced into the chest of the first line, instantly killing those that were bloodthirsty enough to charge at the front. Another slice was a return strike, leading the blades up through the chest of the next line with a seamless death on another line. The next line of horrors soon met their fate as each of their heads were chopped off.
Perfect technique, each of them. They held the front line clearly and without error amongst any of them. You could not accuse one of being too slow or one of being too fast, they were perfect in their technique and that was what they were bred for.
Around their line was the augmentation of automata and Astartes. The Custodians had formed a three rank deep formation which was followed by Tanatar Siege Automata and Kastelans. He watched as both of these creations of war tore into the forces that were approaching, softening the blow that was to be expected by the Custodian Guard. The Thanatars for instance sent large balls of plasma sailing above the Custodians and exploding amongst the ranks of Pink Horrors what had been trying to pelt the Custodian Guard into submission. The Kastelans simply threw fire above the heads of the Custodians, torching those foolish enough to approach with a respondent overwatch.
Next to these weapons of war were those that the Omnissiah realized shared blood with him. The Laturns of Charon raised their hands and pointed in the direction of their allies. No lighting or smiting came from any of them, instead the golden Custodian Guard glowed brighter as their already perfect strength was augmented to divine levels only approachable by the Chosen of Gods.
But even with all of this, after several tosses by the beings who served foul powers, Custodians fell. As they did, from the shadows warriors dressed in mortal patterns of power armor emerged from the rear and slaughtered those who had pierced the line. In doing so they quickly recovered those that were fighting.
The Omnissiah watched all of this, seeing his Father at the front most line taking the fight against the Daemons.
