Fighting With Faith- Twenty-Seventh Entry
“HAHAHA!” a malicious cackle of laughter erupted from Elshilta’s putrid lips.
He sat on his grand armchair of moldy tanned and stretched sacrificed human and Tyranid skin, somehow managing to remain impervious to the foul stench that has clouded the surrounding air.
His eight legs were splayed about him, as though ready to strike at any oncoming enemy and leap immediately into the fray. His segmented right arm grasped tightly onto a heavily modificated laspistol, at his side on an armrest.
The other arm clutched a human skull.
The atmosphere in the new hideout was tense, although as Elshilta was impervious to the foul stench that pervaded it, he was as well impassive to the darting glares and venomous glances from his adjutants.
“Just what is that thing laughing about? Where will we get our reinforcements?! ” Lolgrim hissed irritably to the scowling face of Zulkan beside him.
“I don’t know, but he seems pleased about what is happening, have faith.” Zulkan snarled, gesturing for Lolgrim to cease his dissent.
“FOOLS! Do you not see? Our Myceptic Spores were found; in exchange for the attention of the weakling Imperials! Be it the Arbites, Inquisition or the Imperial Guard, all of their forces are on the spores, not us!” Elshilta exclaimed, exuding an unwavering statement, barely suppressing his excitement, anticipation and impatience.
Soon, around the gorily decorated vaulted circular room of the newly erected hideout, snarling faces and heated debates ceased. Applause and attention was immediately given upon the hulking figure on the podium.
“Be silent.” Elshilta boomed across the room. “For it is now down to us to pave the way before our Mother fleet arrives.
“You all,” Elshilta gestured with one of his limbs at the mass of cultist and mutant warriors assembled before him. “Have been given a mission. It is your destiny, it is your fate. It is of great value that you are to succeed, for in not doing so, will result in death and defeat. With the majority of the military efforts of Homeworld Asat concentrated on the imminent destruction of our Myceptic Spores and its denizens whom we are sure that will fight fearlessly to the very end, the very heart of the Asat System is gaping open at us. Right now, fellow followers of the greater being, WE SHALL SEIZE IT.”
Bellows, shouts and roars erupted endlessly from every mouth of every assembled warrior, all raising their weapons and bio-enhancements in audacity.
“Now you see.” An applauding Zulkan whom was also grinning ear to ear said as he cast a sidelong glance at Lolgrim.
“HAHAHA!” a malicious cackle of laughter erupted from Elshilta’s putrid lips.
He sat on his grand armchair of moldy tanned and stretched sacrificed human and Tyranid skin, somehow managing to remain impervious to the foul stench that has clouded the surrounding air.
His eight legs were splayed about him, as though ready to strike at any oncoming enemy and leap immediately into the fray. His segmented right arm grasped tightly onto a heavily modificated laspistol, at his side on an armrest.
The other arm clutched a human skull.
The atmosphere in the new hideout was tense, although as Elshilta was impervious to the foul stench that pervaded it, he was as well impassive to the darting glares and venomous glances from his adjutants.
“Just what is that thing laughing about? Where will we get our reinforcements?! ” Lolgrim hissed irritably to the scowling face of Zulkan beside him.
“I don’t know, but he seems pleased about what is happening, have faith.” Zulkan snarled, gesturing for Lolgrim to cease his dissent.
“FOOLS! Do you not see? Our Myceptic Spores were found; in exchange for the attention of the weakling Imperials! Be it the Arbites, Inquisition or the Imperial Guard, all of their forces are on the spores, not us!” Elshilta exclaimed, exuding an unwavering statement, barely suppressing his excitement, anticipation and impatience.
Soon, around the gorily decorated vaulted circular room of the newly erected hideout, snarling faces and heated debates ceased. Applause and attention was immediately given upon the hulking figure on the podium.
“Be silent.” Elshilta boomed across the room. “For it is now down to us to pave the way before our Mother fleet arrives.
“You all,” Elshilta gestured with one of his limbs at the mass of cultist and mutant warriors assembled before him. “Have been given a mission. It is your destiny, it is your fate. It is of great value that you are to succeed, for in not doing so, will result in death and defeat. With the majority of the military efforts of Homeworld Asat concentrated on the imminent destruction of our Myceptic Spores and its denizens whom we are sure that will fight fearlessly to the very end, the very heart of the Asat System is gaping open at us. Right now, fellow followers of the greater being, WE SHALL SEIZE IT.”
Bellows, shouts and roars erupted endlessly from every mouth of every assembled warrior, all raising their weapons and bio-enhancements in audacity.
“Now you see.” An applauding Zulkan whom was also grinning ear to ear said as he cast a sidelong glance at Lolgrim.
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