“If He trusted you, why did He need ten thousand bodyguards?” HeresyEmperorSpace MarinesCustodesAstartes Book:Era of Ruin Source: Era of Ruin
“That's all you get," said Alpharius, and split him in half. Alpharius sheathed his gladius, and dragged the sabre out of his torso. He tossed it away, and walked through the liter of bodies to where Namatjira was kneeling on the deck. "Please! My lord primarch! Please, I beg you!" Namtjira pleaded, his hands making a desperate namaste. Alpharius drew his boltgun. "Why?" shrieked Namatjira. "Why are you doing this? "For the Emperor," said Alpharius, and pulled the trigger.” SaidBodyHandsHalfLordPleaseDesperateSplitsTriggersEmperorDeckKneelingTorso Author:Dan Abnett
