*You feel... drained* *A squad of Grey Knights and a team of Daemonhunters enter - no doubt my retinue* That was an experimental piece of anti-teleportation tech. If you attempt to teleport, some very... nasty things will happen. I am an Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus, and you will tell me what kind of "special technology" is on your keg.
*Slightly lifts his hand, and says: "They are all yours, flesh." Suddenly, Marculario collapses on the floor and you hear a voice coming from his chestplate say: "Yes... Yes... YES! I FEEL ALIVE!!" Fleshmetal spikes start appearing all over Marculario's body, suddenly they expand and retract. All of the loyalist scum falls down on the floor, blood starting to flow out of their bodies a million places. The Flesh then says: "How, just HOW, could you find his house?" Hundreds of SoB come out of the shadows, and they start tearing the armour of the Inquisitors apart, to find the delicious flesh and devour it with inhuman speed.*
So Marc just bested a bunch of Grey Knights with Daemonic power... Without effort. Just call Exterminatus Crazy.
Around 500 pages ago, we gave my flesh souls. Turns out it was one of the first Dark Apostles, and the last Thunder Warrior. Some shit happened and other shenanigans.
New archival records reviewed, Inquisitor presence detected. *readies AGRO Cannon, it hits the thread with the force of a thousand planets, the veil of reality shudders, the thread is leveled and scarred with deep chasms falling away I to the threads molten core* Oh great, the damn thing didn't work.
