Shield of Baal: Exterminatus by Games Workshop Ltd

Author:Games Workshop Ltd
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2014-11-24T08:00:00+00:00

Sister Superior Amity ripped her chainsword from the alien’s torso in a spray of smoking ichor. The beast’s dying shrieks were muted through her enclosed helmet, and barely registering over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Out of her helm’s gore-streaked vision slit, Amity could barely see more than a few yards, but everywhere she looked the ruins were crawling with chitinous shapes. A towering leader-beast suddenly loomed into view, the thing swinging its dripping bio-cannon toward her. However, before it could fire Amity’s plasma pistol blazed through the fog and the beast’s face vanished in a hiss of superheated fluid. Even before the creature’s body had fallen she was turning, seeking out new foes.

To her dismay, precious few of her Sisters remained alive, the vile xenos slipping from the poisonous fog in a seemingly never-ending torrent of ripping jaws and tearing claws. Yet there was still hope within Amity’s heart – the Flesh Tearers fighting furiously at the compound’s edge made her believe victory was still within their grasp. As she watched, one of them tore the head from a writhing snake-beast, while another jammed his boltgun into the mouth of a hissing dragon-like creature, squeezing the trigger and blowing apart its bulbous head in a shower of viscous fluid and bone. Where the armoured giants held their ground, the aliens faltered and died in their hundreds. The Space Marines killed with an efficiency that was both wondrous and terrible to behold. Then a wave of fresh foes charged from out of the mist, and the Sister Superior could once again focus only on her own survival.

Whispering a prayer to her God-Emperor, Amity cleaved open the head of a bounding weapon-beast as it rushed her. The adamantium teeth of her chainsword chewed hungrily into its skull and hosed her in fragments of dripping chitin. Sweat stung Amity’s eyes and she wished she could pull off her helmet, but she had already seen those poor Sisters whose armour had been pierced, and that was no way for a servant of the God-Emperor to die. Ignoring the heat of her armour and the ache within her muscles, she held the line against the xenos, her chainsword becoming clogged with ruined flesh and her plasma pistol glowing hot within her hand.

It was then she noticed the Flesh Tearers breaking ranks. In ones and twos, and then whole squads, the Space Marines were vaulting over the makeshift Imperial defences and charging into the fog. For a second, Amity thought perhaps the swarm was breaking and keyed her vox for confirmation, but all she could hear were incoherent screams of rage. As the crimson warriors vanished into the mist the aliens closed in, and in moments beasts were pouring through the holes in the Imperial line.

Amity stepped up onto a broken wall, ready to rally her Order, the inspirational words of Magda Grace coming to her mind. However, her throat closed around the words as she saw the few desperate Sisters still fighting to hold the compound’s edge.

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