[Warhammer 40K - The Horus Heresy 11] - Fallen Angels by Mike Lee

Author:Mike Lee [Mike Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Military Fiction, Science Fiction, Warhammer 40K
ISBN: 9781844167296
Publisher: The Black Library
Published: 2009-06-29T22:00:00+00:00

WHEN HE CAME to, he found himself lying on his back a few metres away from the worm’s smoking corpse. Astelan was kneeling beside him, twisting his legs back into their proper position. Dimly, he could feel the tingle of pain blockers blurring the edges of his mind.

‘Hold still for a few moments more, until the bones knit,’ the chapter master said as he orientated Zahariel’s right calf and began inspecting the servo-motors around the knee-cap. ‘Most of your actuators are shot, but you should still be able to move about.’

Zahariel nodded, focusing his thoughts on accelerating his healing faculties and taking stock of his armour. ‘The queen?’ he grunted. ‘Dead,’ Astelan confirmed. ‘And the corpses went inert at the same moment. That was well done, brother. Luther would be proud.’ ‘What of Brother Gideon?’ Zahariel asked.

‘Comatose. His armour is keeping his vital signs stable enough that we should be able to get him back to Aldurukh.’

Satisfied, the Librarian lay his head back against the floor and spent the next few seconds testing the strength of his muscles and bones. Armour plates grated and crimson runes flashed insistently in the corners of his eyes as he carefully flexed first the left leg, then the right. He would be weak for a few minutes more as his body worked to repair the damage, but he was functional. Astelan offered his hand and he took it gladly as he rose carefully to his feet.

The worm queen’s corpse was wreathed in tendrils of black smoke. Zahariel walked slowly over to the body of the monster and pulled his staff from the creature’s forehead. The corpses it had controlled were sprawled about like puppets whose strings had been severed.

Feeble motion across the chamber caught Zahariel’s eye. The queen’s larval hosts were squirming and writhing away from the carnage, drawn by some primal instinct towards the illusory safety of the thermal core. Zahariel limped slowly after them, drawing once more on the psychic power of the warp. The energy came reluctantly, flowing through the dampener and coursing along the staff. It was nothing like the wild torrent of power he’d felt before, and he was relieved to note that the sense of dislocation was receding. The oily feeling of corruption still lingered, however, staining the very stone of the chamber and pooling in the blood-soaked runes carved into the floor. Zahariel slew the larvae one by one, using the power of the staff to slay the host and snuff out the life of the monster within. The last of the abominations had reached the very base of the thermal core, its distorted face and thin arms stretching upwards as though pleading for aid from some nameless, atavistic power.

The Librarian glanced upwards at the core as the last of the larvae burned. He was close enough now to see the symbol that had been painted on the side of the thermal unit. The image was comprised of hundreds of tiny runes that stung his eyes when

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