![]() ![]() Adeptus Custodes are not Adeptus Astartes, and time and time again have been said to be the mightiest force of the Imperium, above any astartes (Book from the Master of Mankind and the 8th codex edition of the Adeptus Custodes): Also, yes, Grey Knights are above any astartes, but that's the thing, ASTARTES, aka spaces marines, AKA not Custodes. Behind the Custodian, the bodies crashed to the ground in slow succession.Ĭlick to expand.Old lore has been.very inconsistent when showing feats for the Custodes with only now actually showing just how OP they trully are. Vendatha span the blade in his hands, letting it come to rest with the tip and gun barrel aimed at Lorgar’s heart again. Deumos had a scarce moment to draw in a stunned gasp before the spear sliced again, this time cleaving through his collarbone and spine, ripping his head free. ![]() Vendatha weaved left, thudded the base of his spear into the Chapter Master’s bolter, knocking it aside, and followed with a cutting swing that sheared both the Word Bearer’s hands from his body, severing them at the forearms. Tsar Quorel died next, decapitated with a buzzing sweep of the energised blade, dead before he’d pulled his trigger.ĭeumos managed to fire a stream of bolt shells, none of which connected. ![]() The Custodian’s blade crunched into the soft, jointed armour at the Chaplain’s throat, punching from the back of his neck. Four Word Bearers blocked his path, and those four Word Bearers had to die. The golden warrior leapt at the primarch, guardian spear spinning in his fists, an oath to the Emperor on his lips. The explosions threw the captain to the ground, his grey armour scraping along the stone with the shriek of offended ceramite. The swords of red iron smashed the first three bolts aside, their power fields strong enough to detonate the shells as they streaked towards the primarch’s heart. He pulled the haft-trigger, and his spear’s underslung bolter cracked off a ![]() He actually expected his offer of truce to hold some weight, and that lapse in judgement was enough for Vendatha to take the chance. He knew the odds of surviving the next few moments were slim, and he knew a primarch’s reflexes were the peak of biological possibility, faster than even his own, which bordered on the preternatural.īut Lorgar was at ease, his muscles loose. ![]()
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