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“This is it. This is where we make our last stand.” The cultists had us pinned in an Imperial Church. Who knows how long they had been undermining and infiltrating every organisation on the planet. With an effigy of the Golden Thrown bearing down on us from above the massive alter we prepared to give our lives as dearly as possible. Then the roof exploded in a shower of dust and rockcrete. Las and auto fire halted for one moment as both sides looked up at the hole a series of Krak grenades had just made. A beam of light burnt its way through the debris and then a huge shadow came barreling through, followed by several others. Before they had even landed the unmistakable sound of bolter rounds thundered into the enemy. “Thank the Throne” I thought to myself with the realisation that reinforcements had arrived. The ground shook as the giants clad in power armour hit the ground then began to tear into the foe with an inhuman ferocity that left me feeling uneasy. I had never s