Bang! Bang! Bang—
High Sister Jessica's agile body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the shattered ground.
Her black Sister Armor was already covered in brutal marks from blades and axes.
Even the master-crafted Power Scythe she had been gripping in her palm had fallen far away atop a mass of corpses nearby.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A series of extremely heavy footsteps echoed through the surroundings.
A Chaos Astartes standing nearly four meters tall—
His ancient Terminator Power Armour adorned with all manner of human body parts and metal ram horns—slowly stepped forward.
At the same time, more Chaos Astartes wielding Daemon Weapons continuously rushed past him, launching an unceasing pursuit of Commissar Cain and the others, who had already penetrated deeper into the laboratory.
"A mere Battle Sister actually dared to hold the rear for the entire team? Are you looking down on our Black Legion? Or do you doubt the combat prowess of us Chaos veterans? I deeply admire the courage you have displayed, but I despise your stupidity!"
At that moment, Galan, the commander of this Black Legion force, lowered his head and glanced down at Jessica as she struggled back to her feet from the ruined ground.
His entire face had mutated to resemble that of a Chaos Demon, and his voice grated harshly like metal scraping against metal.
"Tch, why do you Chaos traitors talk so much?"
"Is it because no one talks to you while you hide in the Warp every day? Oh, I forgot. Perverts like you probably sleep with Chaos Demons in your arms too, seeing as you're Chaos Cultists!"
Jessica raised an armored hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her cold gauntlet, instinctively narrowing her bloodshot eyes.
She was doing her