Iron Warriors: Hurry and call for backup, His Majesty the Savior, you are

Hear our plea and do us justice!

Bang—

The dark-gold, luxurious Assault Gunship accelerated even further to reach its target location faster.

It simply smashed straight through the obstacles blocking its path.

It was a stone-slab structure older than the Imperium itself, covered in ancient writing.

Under the shock of the flames, it collapsed completely.

"The Emperor above..."

The warriors garrisoning the Imperial Palace fortress watched the vessel flash past and the sacred relic ruins collapse, unease stirring in their hearts.

It felt like some omen before disaster struck.

Bang, bang, bang!

Amid the roar, scorching flames billowed upward, the heavy vehicle engines kept running, and faint screams could be heard.

Inside the Sanctuary of Holy Terra, the atmosphere in Hell Sauna Park remained unchanged.

The Savior's heavy electronic sacred music grew ever more stirring, even faintly drowning out the roaring engines.

"Hold on!"

"We are the Imperium's unshakable bedrock!"

The warriors of the Imperial Fists' Third Battle Company were immersed in all manner of Hell Challenge Projects, tempering their bodies and wills in the harshest ways possible.

Previously, they had competed with the Ultramarines, and the two sides had been evenly matched. They had found this deeply regrettable and agreed to compete again next time.

Only then would victory and defeat be decided.

These brawny men of the battle company had resolved to train even harder to improve their endurance.

In their eyes, there was only the thirst for victory, a stronger body, and an even more unshakable will!

Sizzle—

The flames in this area suddenly dimmed, and all kinds of alloy machinery slowly stopped. Someone had urgently shut down the engines of the mechanical facilities.

"Training is over."

The bruised and bloodied figure of Third Company Captain Tor Garadon appeared before everyone, clearly having just gone through