Welcome to the Astartes Legion!

For several days, cold drizzle had drifted back and forth above the sprawling city.

It scattered over passing crowds and filthy streets.

Within New York, which had successfully been renamed Gotham,

the overall state of public security had now become increasingly unbearable.

More precisely, public security across all of North America was rapidly deteriorating.

As the Primarch's legions gradually deepened their control over other regions,

large numbers of wealthy people, as well as free citizens unwilling to live under stable rule, poured into North America.

Yet countless supervillains fleeing the pursuit of Astartes companies also seemed to have found a true land without law.

Not to mention all the local scum born there.

So, even though more superheroes either fought crime alone

or chose to join the Vengeance Inquisition to receive the finest training and equipment, it was still difficult to completely curb the yearly surge in crime and vicious incidents.

Thud, thud, thud—

At that moment, a tall figure in a white combat suit, his heavy cape dragging across the wet ground, crouched atop the tallest point of a skyscraper.

His face, completely concealed by a white bandaged mask, silently overlooked Gotham's countless streets.

The innumerable crimes taking place below, along with the ceaseless wail of sirens, repeatedly echoed around his extraordinarily keen ears.

They also made him instinctively tighten his grip around the Crescent-shaped throwing knife in his palm.

The next second, the nameless superhero leaped from the top of the skyscraper.

A drop of several hundred meters was no more than an everyday warm-up for him.

Boom!

The slowing effect of his heavy cape, combined with his own immense strength,

allowed the nameless hero who chose to fight alone to land deep within an exceptionally filthy alleyway.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

One of his hands swept forward, and