Horus Lupercal in his Luna Wolf Serpent Scales...
Roboute Gilliman...
Horus lead his retinue of Justraerin in their ancient Spartan outflanking into the loyalist backfield catching them off guard...
Many loyalist Night Lords gave their lives in vain in an attempt to halt the Behemoth in its tracks - they were all grind underneath its tracks while the Warmaster patiently waited for the tank to break through their lines...
The Martians must have missed the memo and were left behind assailed by Angron and Daemonkin unleashed by the Word Bearers...
Angron and his Red Butchers arrived via the Kyhbardis Dreadclaw caught by the angry Martians...
The Spartan finds a hole in the loyalist line plunging through with the Green Knight protecting their rear... Many many loyalists both Ultramarine and Night Lord paid dearly...
"Hey sarge is that the Warmaster?"
"Indeed it is." were his last words...
All were butchered to the very last Marine. The Warmaster emerged victorious.
A dark day signaling the beginning of the civil war had begun !
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