"Clang! Clang!"
Caseless Explosive Rounds, virus-loaded explosive rounds, and the psychic flames of Yuri Recruits still clanged against the Astartes' Ceramite Armor, unable to penetrate it effectively at all.
Ceramite Armor was the most defensive and expensive type of Power Armor without an Energy Shield.
Even large-caliber Gauss Rifles needed Spike Rounds to hit the same spot more than ten to fifteen times in succession before they could penetrate Ceramite Armor.
Even Plasma Rounds could withstand several hits, but Ceramite Armor had poor defenses against melta and Particle Beam weapons.
Obviously...
Yuri's Gene Technology was decent, but they had not mastered the ability to mass-produce Gauss Weaponry. Or rather, Yuri had not invested his funds in that area.
"Die! Die!"
"You weak heretics!"
"Face the judgment of the Astartes!!"
The Astartes carefully advanced while shouting battle cries at Yuri's soldiers in their unique metallic voices.
Meanwhile, the three Primarchs with Energy Shields coordinated perfectly with one another. They had long since broken away from their "offspring's" formation and were rapidly advancing toward Yuri's palace.
"Everyone."
Just then, the airborne troops that had entered the city heard Serena's voice come through the communications:
"The boss orders you to remain where you are for now. Clear the streets in your area, move those unconscious civilians out of the way, and wait for the follow-up troops to regroup with you."
"What the..." After hearing Serena relay the order, Mylon—the most opinionated one and the one who had been "having the time of his life killing"—immediately grumbled, "Seriously...? We're almost at Yuri's palace. The credit for the first victory of the expedition is right in front of us. Sigh..."
"A-003 Mylon." Serena had naturally heard Mylon's complaint and immediately replied, "This is an order personally issued by the boss. If you can bear the