Три новых отрывка из "Предателя":
You can't help him. He's gone. Lost to the Nails. Kharn's already dead."
Argel Tal's wings lifted and spread, black-veined and bloody. He spoke in two voices: the man he'd been and the daemon he was becoming.
"It would be a grave mistake to believe I care about anything you have to say, Erebus. Spin your lies in other ears. I'm going to find my brother."
* * *
He gestured with his empty hand, and a misty image formed before both brothers. Magnus recognised it at once: a figure, armed with two heavy, brutal axes; armoured in the stylised bronze finery of a gladiator-king. The figure threw back its scarred head, roaring in silence to the sky. Cables thrashed from his skull: a mane of cybernetic dreadlocks. Most were plugged into the power feeds of his arm...our. As usual, several had torn free in the heat of battle.
"He's dying," said Lorgar.
Magnus looked at the noiseless image of Angron, as it faced down a charging Rhino transport. The tank struck... and stopped dead. The primarch lifted it by the front ramming spikes, and hurled it onto its back. Its treads raced in futility the entire time.
"He looks in fine health to me."
"No. He's dying. The implants are killing him."
Magnus turned to Lorgar. "So?"
"So," the Word Bearer stared at the image, "I'm going to save him."
* * *
He could hear Skane's quiet chuckle behind the scorched faceplate. "You're not going to like this, sir."
Kharn resisted the urge to sigh."Where's Angron?"
"No one knows for certain. He was lost to the Nails at the Krytica Junction half an hour ago. Delvarus was the last to report in; he says he saw the primarch eating some of the enemy dead."
"Tell me that's a joke."
Skane merely shrugged and said nothing.