![]() The two of them ran, boots hammering across the road, shouldering their way through the swarming throng of terrified people. The machine grunted and sighed, the glass in the windows popping as it shifted and changed shape. THEY ABANDONED THE groundcar at the port gate when blood began to drool from the ventilator grilles. ![]() ![]() ![]() TO BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. These arc the talcs of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.īLOOD DEBT Authorʹs note: This story takes place several years before the events of Deus Encarmine and the Third Armageddon War. YET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon‐infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican. the psychic manifestation of the Emperorʹs will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers arc the Adeptus Astartes. the Space Marines, biocnginecred super‐warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever‐vigilant Inquisition and the tech‐ priests of the Adcptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they arc barely enough to hold off the ever‐present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants ‐ and worse. ![]() IT IS THE 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Impcrium for whom a thousand souls arc sacrificed every day. so that he may never truly die. ![]()
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