Total War: Warhammer 40K - The Emperor's Wrath Unleashed!

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The plasma coils hummed, a low thrumming that vibrated through the ceramite of Sergeant Valerius's armor. Another quiet night on the fringes of the sector, or so it had seemed. Then the screams started. Not the panicked cries of civilians under fire, but something far more primal, a guttural agony that ripped through the vox channels like shrapnel.

The initial reports were chaotic. A planetary defense battery, manned by the stalwart Astra Militarum, had gone dark. Not just offline, but *silenced*. Then, the first orbital scans came back, showing massive energy signatures flaring on the surface, not the controlled bursts of a legitimate military engagement, but something wild, something unleashed.

We moved in, Valerius and his squad, the Emperor’s Angels of Death. The transport’s descent was rough, buffeted by atmospheric disturbances that felt less like weather and more like a colossal fist punching the sky. As we broke through the clouds, the scene below was an abomination. Cities, once gleaming spires of Imperial might, were now smoldering ruins. But it wasn't the familiar devastation of xenos or heretical war. This was… different.

The ground was littered with bodies, not just the fallen defenders, but something else. Mutated horrors, their forms twisted into grotesque parodies of life. And amidst the carnage, the perpetrators. Not a known enemy. Not a Chaos incursion with its predictable, sickening iconography. These were… corrupted. Twisted echoes of Imperial forces, their power armor stained with the blood of their brothers, their bolters spitting rounds indiscriminately.

Valerius ordered a sweep. The silence of the battle-scarred land was punctuated only by the metallic rasp of our power armor and the distant, mournful wail of the wind through skeletal ruins. Then, a flicker of movement. A hulking figure, once a proud Space Marine, now a monstrous perversion, its power fist dripping with the ichor of its victims. It charged, a roiling mass of rage and corrupted biomass.

The engagement was brutal. The Emperor’s light seemed to dim as we fought these fallen angels, these betrayers. Their strength was amplified, their madness a palpable force. We had to cut them down, not just for the living, but for the memory of what they once were. Each fallen corrupted Marine was a tragedy, a stain on the Emperor’s vision.

The investigation is ongoing. The source of this grotesque corruption remains elusive. But one thing is clear: the Emperor’s wrath is a terrible thing to behold, and when it is twisted, when it is perverted, it becomes a force of unimaginable destruction. We are the Emperor's fist, and we will scour this heresy from the galaxy, no matter the cost.

Total War: Warhammer 40K - The Emperor's Wrath Unleashed!

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