NaddPod Animated - "The Drill Car"
From our latest series, "Gangs of Neo Galaderon!" Listen to the whole thing on Patreon, or wherever you scoop your pods!
‘My princeps? The World Eaters in the ruins… They’re cheering.’
The bleeding demigod had torn his way through the ground, giving voice to his resurrection with a
bellow nothing short of ursine.
Gore sheeted him, painting him in dark, rich red wetness. He threw his axes away, ruined and never to be wielded again, and breathed freedom into his lungs. It smelled of melted glass and felt like sunburn.
‘Lorgar.’
He spat blood as he said the name, rising to his feet at last.
The Word Bearer lifted a scalded hand, not for aid, but in warning.
Angron had no time to lift his
mutilated brother, sprawled at his feet. The sun went dark, as dark as night falling in an instant.
He turned, raising his arms, and took a god-machine’s weight on his shoulders.
Every muscle in his body locked tighter than the iron trying to crush him. Drool stringed through his
metal teeth, skinned knuckles white as he defied the will of a Titan. He gave a bear’s roar as the foot lowered another half-metre.
Sinews crackled in his shoulders. His broken boots skidded back on the patch of unglassed rock; something cracked in his spine, something else cracked in his left knee. The compression of his bones sounded like twigs breaking underfoot, which was a vivid burst of imagination he didn’t appreciate.
But he could hear his men cheering. He could hear them howling as they killed, and crying his name.
He blinked to clear away his sweat’s greasy sting, and dug his boots into the ground. With a smile
slitting across his broken-angel face, he shifted his slipping, blood-slick grip on the Titan’s clawed foot, and started pushing back.
‘Lorgar.’
Angron spoke in something that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a laugh.
‘Get up. I can’t hold this forever.’
—Betrayer
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