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>Primarch 801.M30
Several Volkite discharge hitted me, reducing my armored torso into a fuming crisp, my plasma pistol imploded in my hand. Pain, PAIN. I endured, despite the enemy expectation, my hearts beating faster, I had to retreat.
I was alone and the enemies to well entrenched. I knew there was no way around or over. I could not wait for reinforcement. They even had delta psykers here, and my mastery of the warp was impeded somehow...
But then I felt the power surge inside me. Something new. A force beyond what I thought possible. I began to move with unnatural grace and speed. My body became fluid. I moved like lightning. In moments I was upon the nearest foe. He did not have time to react before my fist hit him.
I heard the sickening crunch as bone broke against metal. But that was nothing compared to when the second one tried to attack me. Before he could do so I had struck at him twice more. Blood flew everywhere and he crumpled down onto the floor. As soon as I stepped forward another foe appeared behind him. Then two others. Another three. More. So many. Some were trying to flee but were cut down. Others were charging me. One lunged at me, swinging wildly. I caught the blow on my gauntlet. Then i tore his throat like ribbon.
So many.
I killed hundreds, thousands even. Yet the flow was slowly drowning me I focused the eldrich energy a summoned "GATE OF INFINITY"... nothing. The warp was weak, runes were keeping it at bay. This Sturmmanns throwing themselves onto me, and though i could hold my ground, i was meant to be repelled sooner or later, especially when anti armor robots started to be deployed. If only I had the full might of ....
"FUCK!" I shouted.
A bolt of energy shot through me. My force field yelded. It burned away my flesh and melted my bones. The pain was excruciating. I fell back hammered by an invisible force. I looked up.
I saw a figure standing above me. Its skin glowed red hot. An aura surrounded it. No mortal should be able to stand before such a thing. I had seen them in ancient memories. I remembered how they used to terrorize our cities and outposts during the Horus Heresy. Beta Psyker. And now, How? Why?!
I raised both hands, my ruined fists clenched. "NO MORE!!". Anger rose and I lost control.
The Primarch eyes glistened black. He turned to the warp-dabbler, his face a perfect marble carving of rage. For an instant, he was indeed a statue, the nobility of his bearing transformed into the aspect of a predator.
Then his lips drew back over his fangs. Hatred consumed his features. The air around him cackled. The Psyker in a instinct, he raised a defensive psychic shield. Thionson lunged and the witch was too slow. Phi seized him by the gorget and lifted him high. His jaw opened and drank him dry.
He threw the corpse aside and run toward the exit.
