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each page； Burias had not the patience for such pursuits。 He took pleasure in destruction； whether it
was ripping apart a living creature and watching its life fade； or smashing apart the profane statues
of the Imperium。
What worth was a hundred years of toil if a man could destroy it in seconds？
Thankfully； the Host was almost constantly at war。 It was at times like these； however； when the
enemy was so close； yet the thrill of battle was denied him； that his fury rose； clouding his mind and
shattering his concentration。
He paced around the extent of the lift； until finally he saw a soft glow permeating up from below
through the porthole windows。
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In the distance below； the lights from the mining station were radiating up from the ocean floor。
It looked like some outpost station on a desolate asteroid or moon； with the blackness of space
all around it。 A broad； domed central hub； roughly the size of the largest galactic battleship； was
rooted in the rock bed； surrounded by dozens of bulbous satellite outbuildings。 Cylindrical；
transparent corridors connected all the sub…structures to the main hub。 Light； harsh and unnatural；
spilled from the arterial tubes； and peering closely； Burias thought he could see vehicles and people
moving through them； like tiny insects within an artificial environ…farm。
Burias rolled his shoulders and stretched the muscles of his neck。
“Finally；” he muttered。
Pressure gauges vented； equalising the compressed air within the lift with that of the mining facility。
The sides of the lift slid aside with a clatter and water gushed down from above； slipping off the
angled surfaces of the lift’s hull； and draining away through the grates set in the floor。 Darkness
greeted them inside the mining facility； though an infrequent strobe of light sparked from severed
cables hanging loose from the low ceiling。
The Word Bearers walked cautiously forward； stepping through the dripping water； weapons
seeking targets。 There were none。
Kol Badar’s Anointed led the way； combi…bolters and repeater autocannon tracking from side to
side。
The air was hot and humid； a far cry from the dry； gelid atmosphere on the planet’s frozen
surface。
“There is no one down here；” growled Kol Badar。
“There are people here；” said Burias。 “I saw them on the descent。”
The warriors drew towards the main entrance into the mining facility； an immense arched
processional that led from the lift base to the main hub of the structure。
Marduk’s eyes were drawn up above the archway。 A massive figure had been roughly painted
onto the plascrete wall； like a mural； though its workmanship was crude to say the least。 A low hiss
escaped his lips。
“What is it？” asked Burias； his eyes wide。 “A daemon？ Are these miners cult worshippers？”
“No； it’s not a daemon；” said Marduk； not taking his eyes from the primitive mural。
“You are sure？” asked Kol Badar； glowering upwards。
“I feel no touch of the warp here；” said Marduk。 “Worship of the great gods of the immaterium
would leave a palpable trace； a lingering presence； but there is none。 No； this is no daemon。 I could
command a daemon。 There is no commanding that。”
The warriors of the Host shuffled uneasily。 A four…armed figure was daubed on the wall above
the archway； painted in garish blues and purples。 Two of its arms ended in claws； while the others
ended in humanlike hands。 Its eyes were yellow and its mouth was wide； exposing a caricature of
sharp teeth； painted as simple triangles and dripping with garish red paint representing blood。 A
long； stabbing tongue protruded from the toothy maw。
“I think your battle…lust will soon be sated； Burias；” said Marduk in a soft voice。
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
“You want us to go in there？” asked Kol Badar flatly； looking in disdain at the maintenance
submersibles bobbing slightly on the surface of the dark pool of water。
“This is the way that the explorator came； we must follow in his footsteps；” said Marduk evenly。
“That statement is categorically false； Marduk； First Acolyte of the Word Bearers Legion of
Astartes； genetic descendant of the glorified Primarch Lorgar；” intoned Darioq…Grendh’al。
Marduk turned slowly towards the daemonically infused magos； glowering within his skullfaced
helmet。
“What？” he said in a low； dangerous voice。
“Repeat： ‘This is the way that the explorator came； we must follow in his footsteps’ is
categorically false；” said the magos。
Marduk licked his lips。 If he did not feel like he had such control over the daemon inhabiting
Darioq’s body； he would think that the magos was being wilfully obtuse。
“What is incorrect about that statement？” asked Marduk slowly。
“Explorator First Class Daenae；” said Magos Darioq in his monotone voice； “originally of the
Konor Adeptus Mechanicus research world of UL01。02； assigned to cl4。8。87。i； Perdus Skylla； for
recon/salvage of the Dvorak…class interstellar freighter Flames of Perdition； which reappeared
within Segmentum Tempestus in 942。M41 and crashed onto the surface of cl4。8。87。i； Perdus Skylla；
in 944。M41 after being missing presumed lost in warp storm anomaly xi。024。396 in 432。M35； is of
the female gender。”
Marduk blinked。
“Well I am certainly glad that we got that cleared up；” he said in a deadpan voice。
“I am pleased to have caused you gratification； Marduk； First—” began the magos； but Marduk
held up a hand to stop him。
“Enough；” he impelled； the word laced with the power of the warp； and the magos fell silent
mid…sentence。
“Why don’t we rip out his tongue？” suggested Burias。 “Or his speaker box； or whatever。”
“The thought had crossed my mind；” said Marduk； before turning back towards the line of
docked submersibles。
“We are going in those；” he said to Kol Badar。 “No discussion。”
Though wary of possible attack and on edge having witnessed the profane mural upon entering
the mining facility； they had encountered no resistance as they penetrated deeper into the complex。
They had come across several shrines that appeared to venerate the four…armed creature that Marduk
recognised as xenos in origin； with crudely scrawled images of the beast in alcoves surrounded by
offerings of tokens； charms and coins。 He ordered these fanes destroyed； and the walls cleansed with
bursts of promethium from flamer units。
Though they faced no resistance； a growing crowd of humans； miners it would seem； were
shadowing their progress。 At first； just a few figures were seen ghosting their steps； ducking into the
shadows whenever warrior brothers looked in their direction。 As they continued onward they
attracted more of a following； until hundreds of miners were following in their footsteps； though
they still maintained a wary distance。 Marduk felt their anger as the shrines were obliterated but；
wisely； they did not dare to attempt to stop the actions of the Word Bearers。
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Not wishing to be slowed； Marduk ordered the warrior brothers to ignore the growing crowd that
shadowed their progress； pressing on with an increasing sense of urgency。
The interstellar freighter Flames of Perdition had settled on the ocean bed some eight kilometres
from the mining complex； and the last recorded location of the explorator he sought had been a
docking station of submersible maintenance vehicles。 Presumably； the explorator and her team had
commandeered a flotilla of the craft to investigate the submerged ship； and so Marduk’s progress
had led here； to the very same dock。
Half a dozen submersibles were docked here； held in place by massive locking clamps that
looked like giant； mechanical crab claws。 Each of the submersibles was the size of a Land Raider
and roughly spherical in shape； with an array of sensors protruding from forward hulls like the
antennae of inserts。 A pair of mechanical arms were under…slung beneath their bulbous chassis； just
visible in the dark water； and the monstrous insectoid limbs ended in powerful claws； industrialsized
welding tools and drills the length of two men。
Hundreds of onlookers watched from the shadows； crowding in around the gantries overlooking
the holding pool of the dock。 Marduk glimpsed hooded faces； eyes gleaming with feverish light and
their skin an unhealthy； blue…tinged pallor。 The tension in the crowd was palpable； and the warriors
of the Host kept their weapons ready； yet the miners made no move to obstruct them。
Four…armed stick figures had been scratched into the circular boarding hatches in the sides of the
submersibles； as well as phrases scrawled in what must have been the local Low Gothic dialect。 It
made little sense to Marduk； though he was schooled in dozens of Imperial dialects； but the general
message could be understood。 The scratching seemed to indicate that the submersibles were the
“carriages of the earthly gods”； and that to enter them would bring enlightenment。
Marduk was repulsed by the idolatrous pseudo…religious sentiments； but he had not the time nor
the inclination to “educate” these wretches of their misguided beliefs。 They would all be dead soon
enough anyway。
“You still maintain these people are not daemon worshippers？” asked Kol Badar； tracing his
finger along the deep gouges that formed the stick figu