Sacrifice Is the Cornerstone of Victory

The war had entered its bloodiest phase: street fighting. Ruined buildings lay collapsed everywhere, and lethal Bolter rounds, blades, and Chainaxes could strike from the shadows at any moment.

Yet despite the incessant roar of artillery ahead and the Bolter rounds raining down like droplets, the Dark Angels still did not stop advancing.

The Dark Angels clad in dark green Power Armor were like indestructible fortresses amid the chaotic battlefield, and like blades cleaving through thorns.

The devout Chapter Serf cried out at the top of his voice, in the name of the holy Emperor.

Then, with clean and decisive movements, he brought the Emperor's thunderous wrath down upon the heretics. His hammer, wrapped in a Disintegration field, smashed the skull of a World Eaters berserker, crushing the helmet along with it.

But in the next second, a roaring Bloodletter crawled out from the shadows, its lethal blade piercing the Chapter Serf's chest.

Blood immediately sprayed into the air.

The sudden strike destroyed the Chapter Serf's second heart.

After the serrated blade stabbed into his chest, it twisted viciously, utterly destroying any possibility of an Apothecary reviving him.

At the moment he understood that his life was about to enter endless darkness and return to the Golden Throne, the Chapter Serf's mind remained calm and collected. He casually swung his hammer, smashing the filthy Bloodletter's skull.

Hormones were injected into his body, delaying the Chapter Serf's death.

He swept the battlefield with a vicious gaze, searching for a target of "value."

As a warrior of the Emperor and a son of Ryan, he could not accept dying in battle without meaning. Even if he had to die... he would offer the last shred of his strength to this war and to the holy Emperor.

At last, he found his "target."