Trazyn raised his obliterator and ignited the artefact within so it flared with a malign hum, radiating a light that was not light. An ork at the edge of the attack turned away from the las-fire pouring out of the bunker and saw him. Bellowed a challenge that sent his lips flapping.
Trazyn crushed him with a downward stroke, mashing the fungal creature to the plaza. The obliterator’s headpiece activated and a blast wave rocked through the mob of green flesh. Worm-lightning leaping from body to body in a cone of howling balefire. Nimbuses of corposant surrounded metal weapons and buckles. Sluggas exploded, their ammunition detonating inside their magazines and shredding brutish fingers. Chainblades whirred out of control until their engines burned out with a cough of ozone. Helmets, turned griddle-hot by the energy flash, seared their owners down to the skull.
The closest orks simply disappeared, flash-burned out of existence to the point that the only thing that remained of them were silhouettes on the cobblestones, the area around them scorched black.

The Infinite and the Divine