40k SN Battle Report (Marines & Imperial Knight vs Craftworlds)
SN Battle reports brings you another great battle report with the newest codex’s! Clash of the Knights!
Mission: Purge the Alien (D3 victory points instead of 1 for slay the warlord and any gargantuan creature or super heavies destroyed )
Deployment: Hammer and Anvil
Points: 1400
Gelimer’s unblinking, bloodshot eyes were blind to the claustrophobic armoured cocoon in which his flesh resided. His legs spasmed occasionally as his brain fought to regain control of his mortal body against the wishes of his conscious mind. Sensory input from all four of his senses failed to find purchase on his neuro-cortex. The fifth sense, hearing, had been obliterated by green skin ordnance in the battle of Ad Decium. Felix Belicosa bore the scars of that brutal ambush too. A notable lag in the second cogitation bank and overheating issues that flared up intermittently on the fifth dorsal manipulator. A wound that had never quite healed despite the tenderest ministrations of the red priests of Mars. Anger flared in the neuro-link that fused Gelimer and Felix Belicosa into one being at the memory of their shared brutalisation. Gelimer beheld the world through Felix Belicosa’s optic sensory array, cycling through targeting spectrums to optimise visibility, finally settling for the acidic green of low-light amplification. Gelimer’s thoughts impelled Felix Belicosa’s towering stride, taking care not to outstrip his allies, Astartes of the Raptors chapter. They moved with liquid grace from shadow to shadow, hugging the contours of the terrain in a way that seemed impossible for beings of such size and power, though to Felix Belicosa they were nought but ants. Gelimer knew better, having dealt with them shorn of Felix Belicosa and it’s God-like destructive power he had found the Astartes unnerving to be around, though as a proud knight of the House of Justinian, ward protectors of Constantinopolis Nova and the Byzant Stars, he would never admit his consternation to anyone. Except Felix Belicosa. In the neuro-link they were one, memory and data banks shared information freely, twelve hundred years of war and the memories and personalities of eight score knights amalgamated into a single being made of two bodies. The flesh of Gelimer. The Adamantium of Felix Belicosa. A data burst transmission from the leading Astartes units halted the general advance, industrial ruins ahead, scouting units despatched, air support standing off to maintain operational secrecy yet ready to streak in guns blazing should the need arise. Armoured units peeled off and began to flank the facility, their sound dampened and thermally sleeved engines rendering them almost as stealthy as the dismounted Astartes that even now skulked towards the ruins. All this had happened with just one data burst consisting of three short phrases in what could only be Astartes battle cant, entirely indecipherable to all but those initiated into the chapter. Gelimer-Felix Belicosa could not help but admire the efficiency of the Emperor’s finest, fearsome warriors who knew no other trade but death. The castigator pattern bolt cannon slaved to Gelimer-Felix Belicosa’s sight tracked the line of the industrial facility, covering the Astartes advance as his ancient power unit rapidly spooled up, raw energy running through its metal veins rendering the metal leviathan vital and alive with the joy of battle. The roof of one of the warehouses erupted in a volcanic display of force. “CONTACT FRONT!” The deep, tectonic rumble of the Astartes commanders voice broke the silence. The crash of the warehouses demise broke the gloom that had been pervasive up to that point. Something was rising through the dust cloud that marked the warehouse’ destruction. Whatever it was, it was large. At least five metres tall. No ten. fifteen. Throne! With alien grace, the Eldar wraith construct uncoiled like a dancer ending its stretching rituals, it’s garishly bright yellow and blue panoply dazzled in the light of the pale suns. The clatter of boltgun fire and shredding silk sound of shuriken catapults enveloped the battlefield. Gelimer-Felix Belicosa heeded none of it. Their mind/machine spirit united into a single will, propelling the ancient Knight Castigator to chew up the distance between it and the giant wraith construct with gargantuan ten metre strides of its plantigrade legs, actinic fire bursting along the length of its colossal tempest war blade and a flaring nimbus of ionised energy projected to its fore. The alien wraith-beast turned with a languid grace to face its titanic onrushing foe, it’s immense arrogance and disdain for Felix Belicosa clear in its body language. Felix Belicosa’s tempest warblade held low to the rear as the knight bowled over trees and threw up huge clods of frozen earth as it charged, it’s castigator bolt cannon adding to the din of war with its throaty roar. Gelimer-Felix Belicosa’s thoughts were as one: “DIE XENOS BASTARD!”
Farseer
Spiritseer+ The Spirit Stone of Anath’lan
5 Rangers…
10 Guardian Defenders
• Heavy Weapon Platform
+ Scatter laser
• Warlock Leader
+ Singing spear
10 Guardian Defenders
• Heavy Weapon Platform
+ Scatter laser
• Warlock Leader
8 Wraithguard
Wraithlord
+ 2× Flamer
+ Scatter laser
+ Bright lance
+ Ghostglaive
2 War Walkers
+ 2× Scatter laser
+ 2× Scatter laser
Wraithknight
+ 2× Scatter laser
+ The Shield Eternal
+ power weapon…
+ artificer armour
+ Space Marine bike• 4 Space Marine Bikers
+ 2× flamer
+ 1 Biker Veteran Sergeant
+ combi-flamer• 4 Tactical Marines
+ 1 Veteran Sergeant
• Rhino• 4 Tactical Marines
+ grav-gun
+ 1 Veteran Sergeant
+ combi-grav
• Rhino• 4 Tactical Marines
+ plasma gun
+ 1 Veteran Sergeant
+ combi-plasma
• Razorback
• 2 Devastator Centurions
+ 2× grav-cannon and grav-amp
+ 1 Centurion Veteran Sergeant
+ grav-cannon and grav-amp
+ missile launcher
Imperial Knight Castigator
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