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They rushed forward in Land’s Raiders and Osirion Dreadnaughts. Magic and Volkite sang through the air as they all began opening fire upon the Custodians that were slowly leaving their cover to face the incoming onslaught.
Magnus did not send the main force alone. All around the encroaching Thousand Sons was the soul-damned Beastman of Chaos. Creatures from planets like Cadia and Davin which had deviated from the genepool of mankind because of humanity’s hubris. Instability was within their blood as they bellowed painful howls upon walking on top of the embers of their fallen masters.
Seeing the approach the Custodian Guard began firing their Guardian Spears with precise effect. Quickly the bullets tore into the flesh of the maniacal monsters that had deviated from the perfect form of mankind.
The Master of Machines looked upon all the desecrated machines that the Thousand Sons were using and wept. To many spirits bound and tethered to the throes of Chaos in only a few years of their exile. It was a damning aspect that showed mankind’s ingenuity in what the Thousand Sons had been forced to face these last few years. To be destroyed by those you thought to be friends.
Raising his hands the Omnissiah pointed at the Raiders and Sicarian Tanks. Upon his command the lightning that was overhead was thrown forward and striking the machines that were being used to close the gap. It struck perfectly upon the vehicles, with the Omnissiah commanding the surging reality that was caressing the shells to wipe away the chaos iconography that tainted their chassis.
A simple motion the Omnissiah did, and suddenly the entire column of armor was slowed to a crawl. Only the Dreadnaughts who were protected by Kine Shields were immune to the attack. Many of the vessels simply stopped as the Omnissiah imposed his will upon the spirits and willed them to non-existence. Few however felt the Machine God’s wrath as he successfully freed the Spirits from their torment and allowed them to exact hatred upon their fallen lords.
Hatches and tailgates dropped as the Thousand Sons were now piling out when they can. Others had to struggle as their cured Machine Spirits rode them into nearby walls and even forced themselves to flip onto one side. A few had even gotten run down as the Spirits attacked!
Over all the chaos the Machine God noticed him. His eyes focused upon a single point on the battlefield which an already Ancient Astartes was rallying his men.
