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Caine looked down at the nurglings. He saw something very disturbing that made him feel sick inside... the little beasts had the head of dead brother Nathan and were tossing it about in a frolicking manner. "Aaaaaaarrrrrr!" Caine exploded with rage smashing the blunt edge of his glaive into the daemons.
There came a dank strong smell that overpowered the rabid stink of the nurglings. Again a long dark shadow fell over Caine blotting out the light. The nurglings shone in the darkness as livid patches of dead flesh flashed like neon. Caine heard thunderous footsteps from behind then there was a loud woosh as a living tongue of superheated flame spilled upon the little daemons setting them all ablaze. Venerable brother Cygnus crashed into the undead swarm stomping on the burning creatures. Caine felt an immediate sense of great relief. "Move along now!" boomed a scratchy voice from a black amplifier mounted on the dreadnaught chassis. Nathan's head was lost in the blaze and Caine gave up his pursuit leaving the combat to Cygnus.
Caine broke off, trotting behind the hill. The land was pock marked with small craters oozing with lava. The smell of ripe disease blew upon the wind. The Flesh Tearer could still hear the sound of the dreadnaught stomping. "Over here!" came the voice of Abel. The Blood Saint stood in the deep pocket of a dark shadow surrounded by his cadre. The lenses in his helmet glinted like emeralds. "I'm very sorry about your brothers. The warp is a very dangerous place and there are no guarantees here. We have our work cut out for us... we need you. I sense greatness in you. My chapter master has said on more than one occasion that even a single Flesh Tearer can turn the tide of battle." The Blood Saint motioned for Caine to join him. "I need your very best."
The Blood Saint held up his gauntlet in a fist. "The time is now to make our move. The Grail is within our reach. Every Blood Angel here will be remembered. Who wants to live forever!" Abel broke into a sprint leading his elite cadre over the steep hill and back into the fight. Their boots moved like quick silver as they ran up the embankment. A forked bolt of lightning split the sky and the boom of thunder sounded off knocking the dust from the rock. Black rain began to fall. "Follow me!" shouted the Blood Saint.
Abel and his company crested the hill. There came the mechanical lumbering sound of venerable brother Cygnus as he topped another hill. The valley was full of brimming daemons as far as the eye could see. The Blood Saint pointed with his silvered halberd towards a far distant point upon the bleak horizon. Something pure shone from within a tiny hovel. Up above in the black sky came a bright shining. The void opened from above as one single angel unfolded from the mighty cosmos casting his unyielding rays of golden light upon the tides of evil below. Each beam of light set a daemon ablaze as they pierced the abyss. The daemons howled in a mad chorus of unholy anger. "Charge!" shouted the Blood Saint.
The golden Angel floated above the battlefield suspended over the teemimg ranks of daemons by his large black swept wings. The Sanguinor frowned, tears of quick silver ran down his death mask like drops of ruby red blood. The Angel pulled loose a long spear from his back and cast it down into the teeming hordes. The spear struck a greater daemon of Nurgle, exploding upon contact and burning the beast into a pile of smoldering ash. He then let loose a high pitched war cry. "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr!!!!" shouted the Sanguinor then he descended into battle throwing more spears into the host of unholy. Each shaft exploded upon contact blasting the undead tearing them apart limb from limb. Each spear was like a bolt of forked lightning and they boomed like thunder with each consecutive blast, forcing the tide of daemonic undead to fall back or be incinerated.
A cold wind filled with the sooted smoke from the burning lava pits began to blow across the daemonic battlefield clouding the area and cutting down immediate sight. The Sanguinor glowed through the haze as he continued to cast the last of his long deadly spears. Finally after releasing the last spear into the horde of undead the Angel rose up into the black sky pulling loose his Glaive Encarmine. The Sanguinor held up his sword giving the sign for the final battle to commence. He shone with etheric light bathing the daemons with the burning rays.

Venerable brother Cygnus charged down from the top of the hill laying down a template of burning promethium from his heavy flamer setting the daemons ablaze. The long tongue of fire shot out from the scorched muzzle wrapping around the Plague Bearers like a nest of giant red vipers striking out in crazed anger. The dreadnaught set his pair of talons a whir, they spun so fast that the long curved sharp blades disappeared churning a mist of black visceral. The daemon kin broke running into each other as they fell back in an attempt to escape the rapidly approaching death.

 

Abel lead his veterans down from the other hill walking straight into the embrace of the massive stinking horde. They held their stormshields side by side and struck down with their sharp glaives crushing bone and splitting the undead asunder with each hardened stroke. Each step they took together was perfectly synchronized, the daemons were pressed back as the tight line slowly descended down the hill. The daemon kin broke upon the shield wall and were turned back step by step.

The ground began to tremble and shake. At first the vibrations were slight but quickly grew violent. Abel and his veterans proceeded more slowly stepping over the litter of spent daemons they had bested in close combat. A tall pointed hill situated in the middle of the warp field exploded showering the ground with a black rain of rubble and debris. Hot lava jettisoned from the tip of the broken cone spraying like hot blood from a freshly slashed artery. An immense creature then arose in the burning lava pool lifting itself up from the molten slag. It had three heads, two were small loping off to either side of the giant skull mounted in the center of it's rocky shoulders. A huge pair of spiny black wings lifted up from the back fanning the fire as the greater daemon of Nurgle rose up taking full measure of the intense battle. Nurglings were cast off from it's blubbery hide leaping out from it huge festering open sores. "Angels of Death!" shouted the three heads in unison. "I know you come to steal back our father's most prized possession and that we will never let happen again! We will grind your bones into dust and suck all the marrow clean. This is your maddest folly yet and you've brought it against yourself!"

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