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256 pages, Hardcover
First published July 16, 2016
And Vulkan doesn't care. He's died so many times, what's one more?His armour, plate worthy of a demigod and forged by his own hand, was burnished dark green and gold. In one fist he bore a hammer the size of a Lucifer Black and many times more deadly. His skin was ebon, as dark as a starless night, save for two eyes that glittered like rubies.
They found Vangorich immediately despite his attempts at being inconspicuous, effortlessly identifying and locating the greatest potential threat in the chapel. He flinched at their silent interrogation, his unfettered reaction providing the answer they sought. A hint of a smile creased the primarch’s lips for half a heartbeat. A challenge, almost.
He knew.
We can blame an uncaring universe all we want, but responsibility falls on us and us alone.Marbas growled. ‘Did none stand guard for these lost worlds? Did none count their fall?’
‘I am sure reports of their loss lie somewhere on the desk of an Administratum clerk, unseen beneath tithe receipts and Astra Militarum levy charters,’ said Valefor. ‘We cannot be absolved of blame. We are the defenders of humanity – it is our watch that also fell lax.’
Imagine if Horus had taken his doubts to the Emperor instead of keeping them bottled inside?Eudes said nothing, fixing his eyes upon the monitors and controls. He was clearly ill at ease with the words of his superior but he offered no argument that might be taken as insubordination.
‘A doubt unvoiced is a doubt doubled,’ said the High Marshal.
That was such a holy shit moment, I could start to believe that even the High Marshal could be humbled!The Lord Commander and his warriors drew their weapons to open fire at the stunned orks within, stepping into a mist of molten steel. Koorland felt the tread of Vulkan approaching a second before the primarch passed, snatching up Doomtremor to wade into the greenskins with broad sweeps of the gleaming hammer.
‘There is more to the rank of Lord Commander than being the best fighter, Bohemond,’ the primarch called out, voice stern. ‘Great warriors follow the greatest leader.’
We have never seen Orks like this. We may never again, and I honestly don't know if that's a good thing.While the great minds of the Imperium had been focused on anticipating what new machines and warriors might emerge from this accelerated development of the orks, none had considered the emergence of other social constructs such as music and entertainment. And just as the Ecclesiarchy had risen in power in recent centuries, so it seemed that religion was also emerging in the ranks of the orks.
THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD.‘Retreat, High Marshal?’ Clermont sounded incredulous. ‘What about taking not one step back?’
‘Sometimes, castellan…’ Bohemond paused while he rammed the full length of his sword between two armoured plates, piercing the walker with a metre and a half of power-field-encased blade. Something shrieked inside the machine and its metal limbs rattled with sympathetic death throes. Bohemond dragged out the sword, blood hissing from its field.
‘Sometimes, castellan,’ he started again, ‘you need to take a step back to get a proper swing.’
Hallelujah!The drop-troops landed first, crashing into the Space Marines with bursts of plasma fire and sweeps of wickedly serrated power axes. Eddarin launched himself at them, several squads following his counter-attack.
The Black Templar hammered his chainsword against the raised power fist of a greenskin. His cry was of joy more than surprise. ‘It’s raining orks!’
THIS BOOK IS SO GOOD.‘You mounted a starship cannon on the bastardised remains of my command vehicle?’ Dorr was not sure whether to cry or laugh. He opted for the latter.
‘Behold the great device of the Omnissiah’s retribution,’ declared Zhokuv. ‘Witness the power of the Machine-God’s wrath. Pay homage to the mysteries of the Cult Mechanicus! Be in awe of the majesty of Ordinatus Ullanor!’
At the same time - this shows Primarch Vulkan as some emo kid, always in depression, wining and being totally disappointed with everything cosmic being. After reading his quotes, one question does stand - 'Why he simply does not sit down and kill himself. Why bother to do anything at all'.
I dared what others could not. I knew what awaited me in the inferno and I stepped willingly into the flames. No other could. As above, so below, the fight without and the battle within. Endless torment, unending perseverance. Not one of my brothers could have done it, in body or in mind. It was my agony alone to suffer.For what? For maggots to erupt from the corpse of greatness, devouring blindly the very thing that sustains them, consuming all until is spent. The Imperium is a husk; even the rot has eaten itself. Actually Vulkan is the worst part of this narrative, but at the same time his depressing quotes on Imperium makes episode better.