Blood Angels 6 - Faith & Fire by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

A BACKWASH OF raw heat seared Sister Miriya's cheek and she leaned into the firing controls, bringing the

turret ring of the Immolator about in a hard arc. In the lee of the closest autocannon emplacement, a

cavalryman with more bravery than intellect worked at a portable mortar, jamming a fresh shell into the

breech. The Battle Sister lit up the meltas and drew a line of wavering heat across the ferrocrete and mud

to where he stood, burning him down in a flashing scar of detonation.

Attracted by the activity, the cogitator brain in the turret began a ponderous turn to bear on the tank.

Miriya kicked at a control switch by her feet and spoke a quick prayer to the God-Emperor and His tech-

priests. The switch brought the blessing of power to a single-shot tube launcher that clung to

the flank of the Immolator. Words of consecration wrapped about it on streams of parchment and the

shapes of holy seals in red and white wax sheathed its exhaust vents.

Miriya pointed at the gun emplacement and glanced at the Canoness. 'With your permission, honoured

Sister?'

'You may remove the obstacle.’ nodded Galatea. 'The hunter is yours to command.’

'Aye.’ Miriya needed no more encouragement, turning an ornate brass key inset on the turret's dashboard.

The tube chugged out a fat flower of white smoke, and from the middle of that bloom came a wicked

projectile, the tip saw-toothed and barbed. Through a means that was beyond Sister Miriya's

understanding, the hunter-killer missile spoke directly to the machine spirit of the Immolator and its

auspex, there in the few seconds between leaving its birth chamber and turning to its target. The rocket

went up into the grey air as a salmon leaps from a river, then turned about its own axis and penetrated the top of the autocan-non turret.

The gun emplacement burst open in a black and red flash, unspent shells ripping the air as they ignited in

the inferno. Along the line of enemy turrets, a ripple of electric shock streaked through the cables

connecting the servitor-brains inside each, and the maws of guns twitched in confusion.

'Press the attack.’ screamed Galatea, vox microphones in her armour taking her words and

amplifying them through the loud hailers of her tank.

'Faith unfailing.’ Every sister on the field replied in kind, backing up their war cry with bolt shell, fire and fury. The Exorcists and Immolators angled and fired upon the mechanical gun bunkers one by one,

opening them so that the butchered masses of once-human brains within were boiled into the air.

The echo of multiple detonations sank into the smoke, falling at the feet of the charging Adepta Sororitas.

In their trenches and boltholes beyond the towers of the West Gate, soldiers broke and ran at the sight of

the women. Red cloaks snapped at the backs of the Battle Sisters and what faint sunlight made it through

the war mist flashed off their black power armour. Those who were unhooded showed faces of wrath

framed by tresses in ashen or jet. The passion of the God-Emperor was among them, the spirit of

Katherine the Martyr their shield and their sword.

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