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Sunday, July 15, 2018

Assassin - Part 47 - NęóTęrrà (Demise)


"This is the dead body of the daemon Prince Angron, former Primarch of the World Eaters originally known as War Hounds." said Orpheus. "I can’t even begin to imagine what slew him. Tyranids would be no match for him. Angron was subpar and wasted his Legion as did all the other Traitor Primarchs, embedding the dark nails of pain into their brains thus erasing any vestiges of martial honor they had left. Angron slew all of his Captains upon being first introduced to them except for Kharn whom was only spared by the dark gods. They fight as small war bands at most now. Their legacy is a stain upon all decency."

Orpheus scoured the immediate area beside the rotted husk. "Look... there’s one of his axes." He pointed to a huge weapon laying upon the ground. The hilt was very long and many highly detailed runes had been intrinsically etched into the bronze. "It’s teeth were taken from a fabled Mica Dragon." Stowing his pistol the Templar got down on his knees grabbing the hilt with both hands. Slowly he curled it up to his chest. It felt so heavy his biceps bulged and sweat broke out upon his brow. Lifting the heavy head he brought it down in one fell swoop obliterating the remains of the malformed being.

"Now we must return to Terra."

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