"Panties for the Blood Good! Losers for the Throne!"
The Cadian 487th infantry had held the trenches of Lamosia for the better part of three weeks. Traitors, heretics, mutants and worse had launched themselves in mad charges against the disciplined women of the guard, only to be pushed back, sobbing with shredded cotton pouring out of their pants. Scores of these traitors could still be seen crawling back to their lines, or at least trying to while struggling to pry the cotton clinging to their heads. It was a sight which filled Cadian hearts with confidence. They had managed to beat all the Archenemy's assaults before. Surely, they could do the same again.
Commissar Ashifa seemed to believe the same thing. She held her power sword high as she shouted encouraging words to the squads "Courage, daughters of the Empress! These are the strongest fortifications in the planet! There is no way the foe can d-!"
"A-Astartes!"
"Who dares interrupt my motivating speech?!" barked the now glaring woman. She then noticed what one of the trembling guards was pointing at. All color drained from the commissar's face "Oh no...TRAITOR ASTARTES!"
The 50 charging warriors greeted the fusillade of laser fire amongst screams of rage and eagerness for battle. They sprinted with inhuman speed, crossing the battered land between both forces in less than a minute, barely slowing down as the increasingly-scared guard launched everything they had at the red-clad warriors. The commissar needed a long moment to find her voice and squeak an order.
"F-Fix bayonets!"
Five hundred guard against fifty chaos space marines. Ten seconds after the first astartes leaped into the trench and the defenders had been reduced to four hundred. Clad in blood-red armor with glowing, dark runes, the snarling giantesses made short work of the whimpering defenders. Guards flew, eyes crossed and bubble butts exposed as they were literally launched by their granny panties. Just a single astartes could lift six guard dorks at once, but the berzerkers would not be satisfied by such a small number. Some left squealing dorks dangling by the spikes on their shoulder pads and still continued the carnage of cotton. A few lucky guards managed to flee, all with atomics which reached all the way down to their chins, blinding them to anything but the hellish pain inside their poor asses.
"Empress, protect your faithful servant during this dark time!" cried commissar Ashifa.
But maybe the Empress was busy with something else. The dark-skinned beauty went from charging at the leader of the chaos band, to being slammed so hard into the ground only her big, wobbling rear and twitching legs remained outside. The leader of the Red Dawn amused herself by slapping this exposed booty, right until its redness nearly matched the crimson on her own armor.
"I swear, these lapdogs grow weaker and weaker with every passing millenia" scoffed the Khorne champion "Where are their true champions?"
"I think we are going to find out soon enough" chuckled one of the warriors.
The leader turned her head to see a line of vehicles coming their way. A grin grew under the champion's mask when she recognized not only the design of these mechanical monsters, but also the white sigil on each, blue armored hide.
"Ultramarines! Look alive girls. The Empress' biggest dorks are here to give us a proper greeting!"
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