Crimson Castellans

Chapter One

The traitors swarmed towards them. There was no distinction between them, just a writhing swarm of tattoo covered skin, seeming to form the image of a terrible, unholy beast. Fire! Someones order echoed through the street, even louder than the chanting cultists. The nearby devastator squad opened fire, cutting down the traitors in droves, pulverising flesh and bone easily. Still they came on in their hordes. Someone fired his bolt gun, popping off the heads of a bunch of the heretics, not a round wasted. Even the most untrained trooper would find it hard to miss this group. Bring the predator forth!said someone A loud tank rumbled behind him,