Shield of Baal: Leviathan by Games Workshop Ltd

Author:Games Workshop Ltd
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2014-10-26T16:00:00+00:00

Barking commands at the squad of Ogryns he had personally requested from the Militarum Auxilla, Strengel vaulted over the trench shields and charged out onto the irradiated planet’s plains. The Ogryns pounded along close behind him. Three of the nearest Carnifexes fired bio-cannons at them, and Strengel ducked as one of the pods passed close overhead. There was a series of wet pops and a flurry of movement. From each pod burst a profusion of barbed tendrils that whipped around two of the armoured abhumans racing behind Strengel, tearing them apart with unsettling ease. The strangler-tendrils writhed redly in the starlight before falling still.

His skin stinging in the radioactive glare of the suns above, Strengel bellowed the command to charge. The rest of the Ogryns, angered rather than daunted by the death of their fellows, ran headlong into the Tyranids’ midst. The Lord Commissar took shot after shot with his bolt pistol, his targets so large it was nigh impossible to miss even in the blinding glare of the Cryptan suns. Around him his Ogryns started laying about themselves with their heavily-built ripper guns. Their fury was such that the first of the Carnifexes was battered flailing into the dust, the Ogryns emptying their ammo clips into its unprotected underbelly until the beast was little more than a ruined lump of xenos biomatter. Then the other two wrecker-beasts joined the fight. Scythed limbs flashed, and the Ogryns were quickly scissored apart.

The Lord Commissar darted underneath a swinging scythe-limb and hurdled over a bony club of a tail, firing blind behind him as he sprinted out past the Tyranid lines and onto the Tartoros plains. The Carnifexes turned and lumbered after him. Strengel’s breath came short as he scanned the horizon for a place of refuge, somewhere to shelter from ravening beast and baking sunshine alike. To the north and northwest there were hundreds, perhaps thousands of Cadians spilling out of the breached complexes, the soldiery choosing to take their chances under the pitiless gaze of the Cryptan suns rather than fight the Tyranids at close quarters. This had all the hallmarks of a war already lost, but Strengel would be damned if he was going to admit it just yet.

The Lord Commissar doubled back, his footprints sending puffs of dust into the air as he ran headlong for the relative safety of the shattered shield domes. He had attacked the beasts head-on, despite the fact his skin was burning and his eyes were boiling in their sockets. Surely he had earned the right to regroup, to find others who had shown less bravery in the name of the Emperor and punish them instead?

His mind whirled, casting about for ways to salvage some kind of progress from this disaster. Somehow he had lost his peaked cap. He scratched his itching scalp, and his hand came back with a clump of loose hair. His skin was taut and hot. He had to get back into shelter, and fast.

Given enough time, they could form echelons on the arid plains, and level enough fire to keep the xenos fiends away.

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