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Several of the bolts of energy seem to be blocked by the field of energy surrounding the terminator. Those that come through seem to simply dissipate upon contact, striking the anti-magic field that guarded the Paladin's Aegis Armour. Valentus glares at Rex, and the necromantic horror finds his magic suddenly backfiring, knocking him backwards. The Inquisition had granted their military arm the power to withstand any arcane assault, and the Grey Knights were trained to deny the powers of those who would wield the Warp against them. The hood he wore within his armour even granted him the power to extend this protection to his allies, forming him into the pillar of divine might that he was, an arcane champion of order.

The vampire fell before him, his rage draining. The forces of Chaos raged against Mithias' mind, urging him on. But he had never been theirs, not truly, not permanently. For even as his anger drained, so did his will to fight. Their permission severed the Ruinous Powers were locked from his mind, their corrupting influence rendered powerless against him. It had been of his free will that he had accepted their power, and yet it was his free will that rejected it with equal ease. But such things would not gain him the mercy of the Grey Knight, who merely saw an enemy felled before him. To show weakness before the Angels of Death was to welcome their master. And as Mithias looked up with pleading eyes they met only the cold embrace of death, the powerful Daemonhammer already en route to his face. Perhaps in those last moments he accepted death, perhaps some part of him longed for life. Regardless, his wishes were soon swept aside.

Luigi seemed to tear him aside, the force of the blow blasting the ground to pieces under him. Five Chaos Marines opened fire on the tireless Paladin, and he was temporarily forced backwards. A hail of Bolter fire flowed around him, exploding rounds bursting against his armour or tearing into the buildings behind him. Luigi injected Mithias with a powerful mutagen, carrying the power of Nurgle within the warp-enhanced liquids. While Mithias' mind might be immune to the corrupting powers of the Warp, his body was as vulnerable as any other, and the energy surging through him twisted him into an abomination. The form a Daemon grew from him, twisted limbs, tentacles and arcane powers flowing through and from him. And yet he was, in some ways, unique. For even as the power of the Chaos Gods filled him, his mind retained it's own will, he remained himself, the forces of Chaos locked out of his consciousness.

Valentus roared, and the ground seemed to shake. He charged forward, Bolter rounds glancing off his armour as he ran. One of the Chaos Marines simply exploded, a fireball erupting from inside of him long before Valentus reached the squad. Another was struck down by a blast of flame that seemed to flow from the charging Paladin, slamming into him like a biting snake. They were mere corrupted warriors, facing one of the champions of justice. A true Angel of Death, a champion of the Emperor imbued with the greatest of his gifts. However, even as he reached the group, a single Bolter round seemed to tear through his armour, a chink flying off the nigh-indestructible suit of plasteel and ceramics. A single weak spot, through which one might strike the Space Marine within.

Then, of course, the Chaos Marines found themselves in melee with an angry paladin. And even as they whipped out their chainswords, whipped into a frenzy by their Dark Gods, they faced certain death. If anyone were to stop Valentus, it would be Luigi and Mithias. Or, perhaps, the vast army of Daemon marching on this world.