With a crackling, roaring hiss, the incinerated Beserker was nothing more than a cloud of red mist left coiling to the ground. K'Lath Veerstoll did not pause to grieve the passing of his battle brother of over 5,000 years. In fact, he barely noticed as he continued his charge up the embankment toward the Tarantula position. With rage all but consuming him, his war cry was now nothing more than a hoarse bellow as strained vocal chords tore and bled. K'Lath knew that the ear of his bloodthirsty god was turned toward this battle. He had to make certain his oaths were heard. Clearing the embankment, his hatred and fury raged like a firestorm, which he focused on the cyborg manning the weapon platform. Leaving it butchered on the ground in six different pieces, he cursed the impassive creature for being an inadequate vent for what burned inside him. Seeing no living forms, only carnage amidst a landscape of death, K'Lath growled contemptuously. His warband had decimated the opposition all too easily. Imperial Guard from four different systems had come to stop the rape of this world. All had been offered up to the Blood God. "Lord Khorne, truly you have blessed us this day!", K'lath bellowed as he felt strange energies surge within. "And on this day blood must continue to flow", he growled while unconsciously raising his chain axe and gazing up at the crimson sky. "Lord Khorne I have only myself to sate your eternal thirst!" After the words came, K'Lath turned his chain-axe inward and proceeded to do gruesome work upon himself in a frenzy of bloody devotion.

By Karnexxus

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