Lion El'Jonson- Lord of the First - David Guymer by Warhammer 40K

Lion El'Jonson- Lord of the First - David Guymer by Warhammer 40K

Author:Warhammer 40K [40K, Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781781939765
Published: 2020-03-27T04:00:00+00:00


III

From prow to stern, a plague of insanity swept the Invincible Reason. Crewmen ripped up workstation chairs, tearing their own muscles in the process of breaking them from the deck plates, before using them to brutalise their stations. Others ran screaming through the passages as though on fire. Armsmen turned on phantasmal tormentors, unloading entire clips of autoguns and draining the charge cells of lascarbines into whatever it was that their nightmares perceived. But where Savine Grael and a handful like her walked, madness coalesced like accreting stardust into the hard core of something focused and baleful. Officers in blood-drenched fatigues ceased their mindless butchery and fell in behind her Deckhands and serfs abandoned their petty acts of vandalism. Army personnel and Legion armsmen were drawn inexorably towards the gravitic pull of her psychic power.

And so while the legion, and those few humans sufficiently strong of will to resist, were engaged suppressing a thousand insignificant acts of anarchy and mayhem, half a dozen small but growing forces converged, as if by conscious command, on critical sections of the ship.

Through the tendrilous organo-psychic neural architecture that bound the khrave into a unitary consciousness, half in and half out of the warp, Savine was simultaneously aware of the same occurring on every other vessel of the Dark Angels fleet. And on Harvest itself.

The arrival of the Legion had been unexpected, had forced them to gather their minds in conclave, but this would work out to their benefit, this was an opportunity. The Imperium was sprawling and careless, as so many stellar empires before them had been on their anarchic journey towards the pinnacle of their powers. And where there was chaos, where there was distance and confusion, there would be food for the khrave. The addition of the Invincible Reason and her fleet would allow them to project their will over countless more worlds.

Her extended mind drew back to the immediate needs of her physical host as a hail of bolter shells hammered down from an overlooking gantry.

The high-explosive shells ripped through her scantily armoured thralls. Soldiers and crew serfs yelled as they hit the deck - oaths to the primarch and the Emperor that made sense to them if no one else - and crawled into cover. Those who had weapons used them, squeezing off shots that sparked from the underfloor and high rails of the gantry, or else ricocheted harmlessly from hulking legionary armour.

Savine had led her thralls into an enginarium storage bay on her way to the launch bay. It was, she had been aware, the perfect site for an ambush, and she had psychically probed the route accordingly before satisfying herself that it was empty of foes. The failure of her sayings was more a cause for curiosity than annoyance.

The legionary did not deign to take cover from her thralls' fire. He stood square on, taking hits, not even angling his body or dropping to one knee to minimise his profile, and mowed the storage bay with bolter fire.



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