Thud, thud, thud—
Deep within the lowest levels of the main hive, where light had nearly vanished.
The incomparably dark, foul air was thick with lethal toxins capable of killing any mortal, as well as Mutants that occasionally lurked in the deepest shadows.
The next moment, a tremendous sound shattered the stillness of this silent place, where no one had ever set foot.
Looking ahead, Primaris Great Whites clad in new-model Power Armor carried heavy weapons suited for every kind of battlefield. Maintaining the Great Whites' battlefield custom, they repeatedly brought their heavy steps down upon the rusted ground before them.
At the very rear of their formation, more than a thousand Abominants wielding Chainswords, Star Fortress Sentinels carrying Hellhammer-class Laser Cannons on their massive shoulder plates, and three ancient Dreadnoughts from the Iron Hands Chapter continued advancing as well.
At that moment, Avien Ras of the Iron Hands Chapter's Rakuan Clan was exerting himself to operate his damaged Power Armor while guiding everyone along the route ahead.
At the same time, he subconsciously turned his head and swept his gaze across the veteran Primaris Great Whites behind him, all of whom radiated an intense killing intent.
"When I was still on Medusa, I heard that there was an Honored Primarch within Imperial Territory whose combat power was beyond compare, one who descended upon countless mortal worlds in their darkest hour of despair. I never expected to encounter him on Shadinus, much less find that the Astartes under his command were so elite."
Upon hearing Avien's words, Chief Librarian Tehra suddenly raised the Power Maul in his palm.
The remaining thirty-odd Iron Hands Astartes immediately divided into several combat assault squads.
They began scouting the depths of the hive conduits ahead.
"Then you have yet to witness the terrifying sight