"Ancient Spell"

The battle in the city streets had entered a new phase.

The Imperial Martial Soldier Astartes served as the vanguard and the "hammer," responsible for crushing the main Necromorph clusters and the most troublesome enemies.

The Auxilia acted as shields and "combs," securing positions, clearing out stragglers, and, most critically, protecting and evacuating the unarmed innocent civilians.

The golden Imperial dragon emblem flickered through the smoke, bringing a glimmer of order to this dying city.

However, the Necromorph "Waterfall" pouring down from the Blood Moon continued without end. More threats were closing in, and the ground battle was far from over...

What the Imperial Martial Soldiers displayed on the streets was a thorough, overwhelming "Purification."

They were like red-hot brands plunged into a filthy tide. Wherever they passed, the Necromorph horde howled as it retreated and vanished.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The roar of Boltguns formed the battlefield's main refrain.

Every Bolt Round carried devastating kinetic force and internal explosives.

A hit on a Necromorph that still retained a humanoid shape instantly blew its upper body into scattered chunks of flesh, spraying foul blood and bodily fluids across shattered walls and pavement.

Even against enhanced variants with mutated limbs and twisted forms, the rounds easily tore through tough hides, shattered supporting bones, and turned them back into heaps of immobile rotten meat.

Muzzle flames reflected off the expressionless helmets of the Astartes—cold and efficient.

The overloaded hum of Plasma Cannons was like the Reaper's sigh.

Clusters of dark-blue plasma trailed distortions through the air as they fell into the densest Necromorph concentrations, followed in the next instant by blinding flashes and deafening explosions.

The high-temperature plasma expanded instantly, vaporizing and melting every organic substance and even metal within range, leaving only charred, glass-like craters on the ground and the stench