Ultramarines: A Warhammer 40,000 Movie Page #3

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but I know evil when I taste it.

This is your work.

Captain, you are making a mistake.

No mistake, daemon.

No! You...

Heretic!

Be resolute in the face of heresy.

Deal with it

before it's demonic force can manifest.

If the daemon is dead,

why is this still burning?

Daemon!

We couldn't have done it without you.

Mithron was a trap.

Why else would I have left the Chaplain

and his lackey alive?

Begone!

No!

Main engines start in five minutes.

Proteus, can you walk?

What in Throne's name?

We have five minutes to kill your Captain

or this ship will be delivering a daemon

directly to your precious Macragge...

thanks to Proteus.

The daemon!

Brother Pythol!

- Brother Pythol.

- The Captain...

Our Captain died on Mithron.

Tell me, which way did it go?

The reclusiam.

Main engines start in four minutes.

Take this and follow my lead.

Proteus, left side.

Nidon, with me.

Main engines start in three minutes.

That codex is a Warp Gate,

it will destroy Macragge!

Then we must destroy this beast, now.

Above. Up there.

Jammed!

There!

Proteus. Draw it out.

Main engines start in two minutes.

Come out...

Come out.

Come out, daemon.

Show yourself.

Macragge first...

and then we shall destroy a million worlds...

I need new flesh to wear.

Yours, I think.

Imagine how they will whisper your name...

...after you walk into your Chapter House,

your precious Macragge,

holding this great trophy aloft.

Think of the glory, Proteus.

Forget glory! Get up and kill this beast!

I can't take it alone!

Yield to me.

Yield.

Main engines start in one minute.

One minute Proteus,

and your death will have no purpose.

Everything has a purpose.

The Emperor ordains it so.

You may corrupt the souls of men,

but I am steel!

I am doom!

I march for Macragge.

And I know no fear.

How can I ever explain

what I have done to the sacred reliquary?

Brother Proteus,

it will be an honor to help explain.

Engines start in five seconds...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

Close in! No more drills.

No more practice.

You are all about to receive the honor

of going into combat

for the first time as Ultramarines.

- Brother Verenor.

- Brother Proteus.

You shall make your battle pledges

upon this sacred warhammer.

This hallowed weapon has fought

in the hands of our greatest veterans.

It has slain alien beasts and daemons alike.

One day

you may be worthy enough to wield it.

Until then you may kneel before it.

We march for Macragge!

And we shall know no fear!

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