The Golems came to life.
The same five Living Origin Golems that had eviscerated the three Primarchs emerged from the crimson-gold stillness.
The dual-spear bearers.
The twin-shield juggernaut.
The silent assassin.
The radiant crossbow sniper.
Their masks glowed white-hot.
Their Authority surged.
But Master Hannibal?
He did not flinch!
He was an Originus Venerant entity.
And he had a glorious purpose. Even those behind him did not know the weight he bore!
The first spear-wielding golem surged toward him.
It never reached.
BOOM!
A hammer blurred out like a thunderbolt, colliding with the golem's chest and detonating Living Origin Authority in a geyser of molten force. The white mask cracked, splintered, and exploded outward in shards as the golem folded inward with a wet crunch.
The second spear wielder swept in low, but it was too late.
A shield spiraled down with surgical speed, flattening the golem's skull into the floor with a sickening snap.
