On the surface of Baal sand billowed in the wind like searing shards of glass. The atmosphere itself was submerged in fathomless heatwaves that scorched skin and water until it was but a facsimile of the cracked and ragged terrain beneath the feet, of whoever, deigned to test the precarious attitude of the nature of Baal.
"Its fucking hot as shit down here!" I complained again.
"Baal is a desert world, you should have expected it."
I grunted in assent to his words as the Golden Custodes walked in even step without so much as a whiff of effort or suffering. I was a Primordial, this was true, but Baal was unnaturally hot. It was so hot that it made even Primordials go: 'Shit, that's hot!' Like I was doing right now. Somewhere in the back of my mind i decided I needed to make new armour, preferably something dark, gothic and dramatic.
All of my soldiers were behind me, their power armour supplying them with air conditioning and various other protections. The sentinels were unflinching in their movements and were impervious to the terrain, the sand not so much as sinking beneath their weight. 'I need armour...'
We had beamed near-by to the tomb of Sanguinius but the one issue with the tomb was that it was several kilometres away from where we landed... Yeah, the beam guy had made an error... And currently we were ten minutes away from the actual landing zone. Extending my senses out I could feel every movement of life on the planet. Psychic patterns melded and merged into information for me as I felt a beam come and collect us all, whisking us away to the original landing zone, with three new additions.
With no time to see who they were I activated my psychic power to shield the entire army. Luckily I did as I felt a disgusting coagulated form of the Warp strike the shield and try to spread its influence over everyone inside. Intently gazing in that direction I saw a greater daemon of Slaanesh. My shield was only psychic so the daemons easily entered into the space, their magics fizzling out under my presence.
"Annihilate the Daemons!" In an instant the sentinels stepped forwards and started to create a meat shredder of energy and physical attacks. Blades extended from some of the newer versions and energy beams were flying into pink-purple flesh. The smell of charred skin, hair and flesh followed as horny moans emanated from the daemons.
'Slaanesh Daemons be like...' I squished one's limbs and heard it moan. I kind of liked making memes about them mid combat. The three unknown people stepped up behind me and I turned. Expecting to be attacked or reported to I was surprised when my three women were there. Hela had grabbed a succubus-like daemon and was choking it out, its eyes popping out. Jean had a phoenix array itself behind her back, the flames from her presence going on to melt the faces of any daemon that got close. Selene was the most brutal as she was ripping the spin of a daemon out of its body, the head still hanging on the top of it.
"God I love you all..." my words were loving as I aimed my right index finger at a distant flying daemon, completely erasing it from its mortal form. Railguns rained into enemies constantly as the distant sound of bolters resounded, the front lines of the fight between the Blood Angel forces and Slaaneshi daemons getting closer. Moving forwards steadily our pace was mostly unphased by the constant charge of Slaaneshi Daemons. My women had gathered around me and were happily slaughtering enemies whilst looking at me for praise.
'Fuck they are too beautiful...' Heh, in front of Slaaneshi daemons and I am still more attracted to my own wives, Slaanesh would be pissed.
Minutes went by, the meat grinder continuing unabashed. We were now upon the front line of the Blood Angels, the Slaaneshi Noise Marines starting to appear sparsely as fowl sound attacks began to be directed towards us. My psychic shield instantly started to dampen the noises and effects of their tech. The Custodes leapt forwards and speared the Traitors through their normally placed heart before pulling it out and piercing through the second. Sisters of Silence were working closely with the Custodes as Psykers attempted to cast fowl curses and spells. Moments later several spells released only to be met by the presence of ten nulls. Magic vanished and reality was enforced.
Railgun rounds whizzed past the sisters of silence and punctured the heads of the cultists that shot out those fowl hexes. Blood rained in a glorious spray of crimson, flesh blowing through the searing heat of Baal. Sand turned red and blood pooled into boiling, roiling, bubbling rivers.
I took out my Eclipse Harbingers and started to shoot into the Chaos forces, my rounds blazing with psychic might and popping heads constantly. Fiendishly shaped monsters with tentacles and multiple breasts charged at some of my soldiers. The soldiers slammed into them, going into melee with they power armour. Crunching noises mixed with squirts of blood and the gargling of dying Chaos worshipers.
"We need to make to it the tomb of the Angel, pierce our way to the front lines of the Blood Angels!"
"FOR THE IMPERIUM!"
My soldiers charged as Sentinels ran behind them, smacking away larger foes and enemies.
'We're getting close... Need to get there before that comes to pass!'
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