It worked. The thralls dropped mid-stride, their cerulean veins flickering. Karn carved through the remaining dozens like scythes through wheat.
They formed firing lines. Using their own talons as projectiles. Using crystallised bone as shields. One thrall grabbed a fallen heavy bolter and fired it—poorly, but firing it. Warhammer 40K - Deathwatch - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf
The crystal screamed. Not audibly, but psychically. Every human skull in the matrix opened its mouth in a silent wail. The thralls on the surface froze, twitching. It worked
“Then we blind it,” Aldric said.
A figure stood at the intersection of two collapsed transit ways. Humanoid. Naked. Skin the colour of old ivory, but veined with glowing cerulean lines that pulsed in sync with the planet’s gravity signal. Its eyes were faceted, insectoid. Its fingers had fused into single chitinous talons. They formed firing lines
“Contact front!” Aldric roared. “For the Emperor, purge them!”