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Uriel stood in front of the daemon, its tiny body masking its unbelievable strength.
“You GreyKnights are all the same you waste your time vanquishing my kin but in the end we still return to you realm”
The only replay from Uriel was “open fire”
Uriel’s squad opened fire on the daemon tearing holes in its flesh, but the wounds cauterised themselves and healed, Uriel leapt at the daemon and thrust his sword through its neck and shoulder bone, the daemon howled in agony and blasted Uriel to the far wall with warp blast.
A member of Uriel’s squad, Buriel charged at the daemon and severed its left arm, the daemon’s warp scream cracked the crypt’s stone floor and slaanesh daemons crawled up from the cracks in the ground and assaulted Uriel’s squad. Buriel slammed his wrist mounted storm bolter into the mouth of Aragnos and emptied the clip into the daemons skull, Aragnos now armless and headless squirmed and screamed his body pulsating with ruinous power he exploded out of the fleshy body he was wearing, seeing his one chance for freedom with his daemonic vision he could make out the heat signatures of Astartes warriors making there way towards him though the left wall beside him, through the right wall hulking terminator Astartes warriors making there way towards him. With his choice made the daemons warp spirit headed through rock and earth to the Astartes warriors to the left.
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Chaos is a decison not a life