40K SN Battle Report (Nurgle Daemons vs Blood Angels)
SN Battle reports brings you another great battle report! “The Angels are here!”
Mission – Purge the Alien
+3VP for the Daemons if the Scout squad is killed
+3VP for the Blood Angels if Great Unclean One is killed
(Extra Rule) Daemons first unit destroyed can come back from the players table edge as reserves.
Deployment – Vanguard Strike
Points – 2000pts
Valdoren scanned the horizon for the umpteenth time. Nothing. Just the various shades of white and grey that seemed to make up the entire colour spectrum on this frozen moon. The air left a foul taste in his mouth but Sergeant Castiel had ordered the whole squad to don their rebreathers and initiate counter-chem rituals. Valdoren swore he could still make out the acrid smell of bloated corpses in an advanced state of decomposition. Rebreather malfunction perhaps? His training had emphasised trust in his own trans-human senses as well as pragmatic thought but both seemed to be at odds. His senses told him he smelt rotting death and that the background noise on the vox was actually the buzzing drone of countless millions insectoid wings. Valdoren’s rational mind knew these things to be impossible. His rebreather kit was sterile. The vox was encrypted and secure. Valdoren surveyed his surroundings. Grey and white nothingness greeted his prying gaze. Wait. “Smoke, Sergeant.” “Where?” Came the quick reply. Sergeant Castiel sounded unnerved but surely that was impossible. The grizzled scout sergeant had seen all the horrors of a galaxy seemingly intent on mankinds eradication. Today was a day of impossible things it seemed. Castiel peered at the nebulous black smear on the northern horizon. “Prepare to move out! Valdoren, boost vox gain to maximum! Repeat ident rituals and request urgent support for extraction!”
Valdoren looked at his Sergeant. As he followed he carried out his orders. Castiel met his gaze, “Smoke doesn’t travel against the wind… initiate now! move!”
The squad broke cover and dashed away from the now quite obviously moving pall. Valdoren’s vox was completely drowned out by the sound of buzzing insect wings, though he thought he could make out a droning, counting voice. “Vox is jammed Sergeant!” “Transmit anyway! Remember the Emperor and his sacrifice! Faith will be our strongest weapon and shield against this foe!” “Sergeant?” Valdoren quizzed. “Daemon filth.” Breathed Castiel. As if on cue, the pale white light of Noricum’s star dimmed as he watched the grey sky transform and take on the colour of a bruise. The diseased sepia light brought with it the sound of untold millions of flies as the clouds true form was horrifyingly revealed at last. Beneath the insectile miasma the brilliant white of Noricum’s snow turned to brown slush as the arctic environment was polluted by the foetid, shambling horrors that lumbered in the scouts direction. Valdoren made to mouth a warning but instead of his voice countless bloated plague flies erupted from his mouth. Valdoren ripped of his helmet and ran. They all ran. Even the wind had changed direction, as if the frigid air of Noricum’s atmosphere was fleeing the putrescent abominations that now blighted a reality too pure to bear their existence for long. Valdoren looked to the sky for salvation as he ran. He found it. Drop pods. Bearing the brilliant blood-red heraldry of the Sons of Sanguinius. Red armoured angels of retribution descending on wings of fire to bring salvation and death in equal measure. “Thank the Emperor!” roared Sergeant Castiel. “The Angels are here!”
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