The Return of the Second Legion

BURN THE HERETIC

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Warp travel is rougher than I remember, as if the warp was getting more volatile, I didn't dwell much on such matters.

We entered orbit above the world of Galaxis a planet that harbored both hive cities and farms, the planet held a advantageous position, a excellent place to launch a spearhead this is why it is vital that we succeed.

The reports say that the world had recently been taken by a chaos Warband, though it is unknown which one. I turned to my Commander "Lysandros prepare battalions one through six for drop." " Yes Primarch. "

I stood up from the seat and made my way down to my armory, there sat my main weapon during the great crusade, Heretic's Bane. Lighting claws with a wrist mounted storm Psycannon, and fixed it in position on my left hand. I grabbed a Nemesis Power Sword as well.

I then made my way down to the drop pod, along with members of my elite guard. "COMMENCING DROP IN THIRTY SECONDS ." I bowed my head and spoke a few litanies of prayer

" DROP COMMENCING IN THREE...TWO...ONE" I felt the pod drop from under me. The feeling continued for a few minutes before we were lurched in our harnesses by the sudden stop.

The Harnesses unlocked as well as the doors to the drop pod. It was there that we saw the horrors of chaos. Dead bodies of civilians where everywhere, all killed in brutal fashion, many missing their heads, Houses and fields burned as far as the eye could see.

I felt my anger start to grow, there was no doubt on who the culprits where "....Worshippers of Khorne." We knew there was no survivors here. "Keep moving, we'll find the enemy eventually, and avenge these innocents." We strode on for hours seeing many of the same sights.

Until we got to a field, at the one end there were trenches, filled with the bodies of vigilant Guardsmen, I could only hope they were given a quick death. "Primarch! Over here!" I turned to see one of my sons crouched over at the ground, I walked over to him, and when I saw what he wanted to show me my body felt cold. The signature Blood red and brass.......The World Eaters had been here.

I turned to my other men "Give these brave Guardsmen a proper burial." We then buried them all one by one, until I heard a faint sound of popping, I turned to Lysandros "Do you hear it too?" "Yes I do Primarch" I became a little hopeful "Some still live yet."

I called out to the rest of my men "We got to move quickly there is little time!" With that, the rush to the sounds of gunfire began, we ran for what seemed to be about five minutes, until we got there.

And as I predicted, I was right. There was a line of Guardsmen about to be overwhelmed by the World Eaters. But when we got into view, the whole battle seemed to come to a stand still as both sides looked up at us, our gold and white armor glowing brightly in the sun, the Guardsmens faces where filled with hope and disbelief, some shed tears. "The Angelic Warriors of the Emperor had come to save them."