'Warmaster?'
'Bomb the city,' said Horus. 'Wipe it off the face of the planet.'
Loken couldn't move his legs. Every heartbeat was agony in his lungs as the muscles of his chest ground against splinters of bone. He coughed up clots of blood with every breath and he was sure that each one would be his last as the will to live seeped from his body.
Through a crack in the rubble pinning him to the ground, Loken could see the dark grey sky. He saw streaks of fire dropping through the clouds and closed his eyes as he realised that they were the first salvoes of an orbital bombardment.
Death was raining down on the Choral City for the second time, but this time it wouldn't be anything as exotic as a virus. High explosives would bring the city down and put a final, terrible exclamation mark at the end of the Battle of Isstvan III.
Such a display was typical of the Warmaster.
It was a final epitaph that would leave no one in any doubt as to who had won.
The first orange blooms of fire burst over the city. The ground shook. Buildings collapsed in waves of fire and the streets boiled with flame once more.
The ground shuddered as though in the grip of an earthquake and Loken felt his prison of debris shift. Hard spikes of pain buffeted him as flames burst across the remains of the parliament building.
Then darkness fell at last, and Loken felt nothing else.
A hundred of Tarvitz's loyalists remained. They were the only survivors of their glorious last stand, and he had gathered them in the remains of the Warsingers' Temple – Sons of Horns, Emperor's Children, and even a few lost-looking World Eaters. Tarvitz noticed that there were no Death Guard in their numbers, thinking that perhaps a few had surВvived Mortarion's scouring of the trenches, but knowing that they might as well have been on the other side of Isstvan III.
This was the end. They all knew it, but none of them gave voice to that fact.
He knew all their names now. Before, they had just been grime-streaked faces among the endless days and nights of battle, but now they were brothВers, men he would die with in honour.
Flashes of explosions bloomed in the city's north. Shooting stars punched through the dark clouds overhead, scorching holes through which the glimВmering stars could be seen. The stars shone down on the Choral City in time to watch the city die.
'Did we hurt them, captain? asked Solathen. 'Did this mean anything?'
Tarvitz thought for a moment before replying.
'Yes,’ he said, 'we hurt them here. They'll rememВber this,’
A bomb slammed into the Precentor's Palace, finally blasting what little remained of its great
stone flower into flame and shards of granite. The loyalists did not throw themselves into cover or ran for shelter – there was little point.
The Warmaster was bombarding the city, and he was thorough.
He would not let them slip away a second time.
Towers of flame bloomed all across the palace, closing in on them with fiery inevitability.
The batde for the Choral City was over.
The temple was nearly complete, its high, arched ceiling like a ribcage of black stone beneath which the officers of the new Crusade were gathered. Angron still fumed at the decision to leave Isstvan III before the destruction of the loyalists was comВplete, while Mortarion was silent and sullen, his Death Guard like a steel barrier between him and the rest of the gathering.
Lord Commander Eidolon, still smarting from the failures his Legion had committed in the eyes of the Warmaster, had several squads of Emperor's Children accompanying him, but his presence was not welcomed, merely tolerated.
Maloghurst, Abaddon and Aximand represented the Sons of Horus, and beside them stood Erebus. The Warmaster stood before the temple's altar, its four faces representing what Erebus called the four faces of the gods. Above him, a huge holographic image of Isstvan V dominated the temple.
An area known as the Urgall Depression was highlighted, a giant crater overlooked by the
fortress that Fulgrim had prepared for the Warmas-ter's forces. Blue blips indicated likely landing sites, routes of attack and retreat. Horus had spent the last hour explaining the details of the operation to his commanders and he was coming to an end.
'At this very moment seven Legions are coming to destroy us. They will find us at Isstvan V and the battle will be great. But in truth it will not be a batВtle at all, for we have achieved much since last we gathered. Chaplain Erebus, enlighten us as to matВters beyond Isstvan.'
'All goes well at Signum, my lord,’ said Erebus stepping forward. New tattoos had been inked on his scalp, echoing the sigils carved into the stones of the temple.
'Sanguinius and the Blood Angels will not trouВble us, and Kor-Phaeron sends word that the Ultramarines muster at Calth. They suspect nothing and will not be in a position to lend their strength to the loyalist force. Our allies outnumber our eneВmies.'
'Then it is done,’ said Horus. 'The backs of the Emperor's Legions will be broken at Isstvan V.'
And what then?' asked Aximand.
A strange melancholy had settled upon Horus Aximand since the battles of the Choral City, and he saw Abaddon cast a wary glance in his brother's direction.
'When our trap is sprung?' demanded Aximand. 'The Emperor will still reign and the Imperium will still answer to him. After Isstvan V, what then?'
'Then, Little Horns?' said the Warmaster. 'Then we strike for Terra.'
TIMELINE
MillenniaAgeNotes
1-15 Age of Terra Humanity dominates Earth. Civilisations come and go. The Solar system is colonised. Mankind lives on Mars and the moons of Jupiter, Saturn and Neptune.
15-18 Age of Technology Mankind begins to colonise the stars using sub-light spacecraft. At first only nearby systems can be reached and the colonies established on them must survive as indeВpendent states since they are separated from Earth by up to ten generations of travel.
18-22 Age of Technology Invention of the warp-drive accelerates the colonising of the galaxy. Federations and empires are founded. First aliens encountered and first Alien Wars are fought. First human psykers scientifically proved to exist. Psykers begin to appear throughout human worlds.
22-25 Age of Technology First Navigators are born allowing human spaceships to make even longer, quicker warp-jumps. Mankind enters a golden age of enlightenment as scientific and technological progress accelerates. Human worlds unite and non-aggresВsion pacts are secured with dozens of alien races.
25-26 Age of Strife Terrible warp-storms interrupt interstellar travel. Sporadic at first, the storms eventually prevent any warp-jumps being made. The incidence of human mutation increases rapidly. Mankind enters a dark period of anarВchy and despair.
26-30 Age of Strife Human worlds ripped apart by civil wars, revolts, alien predation and invasion. Human psykers and other mutants dominate some . worlds and these rapidly fall prey to warp-creatures. Humanity is on the brink of destruction.
30-present Age of Imperium Earth is conquered by the Emperor and enters an alliance with the Mechan-icum of Mars. Finally the warp-storms abate and interВstellar travel is possible again. The Emperor builds the Astro-nomican and creates the Space Marine Legions. Human worlds reunited by the Emperor in a Great CruВsade that lasts for two hundred years.
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His previous novels include the Soul Drinkers