The Strongest One-on-One Champion

As Blackwatch's black-ops unit, the Darktide Squad might have had only seven members, but each had a special skill, and their fighting spirit and prowess were enough to astonish anyone. They were the Imperium's very own heroes.

The squad enjoyed the best treatment the Imperium had to offer. With the Legion backing them, even their armor had been personally crafted by Hogg. To ensure they could resupply behind enemy lines, each of them also had a Dimensional Pocket for emergencies.

In a truly desperate situation, they could even call down an Orbital Bombardment. If circumstances allowed, Exterminatus wasn't out of the question either.

In short, thanks to their own strength and Hogg's wholehearted support, the Darktide Squad could wipe out an entire Hive City. Outside the realm of human influence, these assorted monsters might even be able to take down a few minor species.

But no matter how you looked at it, the Galaxy was full of powerful fighters. The Darktide Squad, used to smashing, looting, and burning wherever they went, had finally run into a hard target.

Looking down at the dense forest of Necron Obelisks, 47, a Deathmark marksman, felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't even have a scalp, but his thought processor still simulated the sensation.

Under normal circumstances, being able to experience such vivid emotions would have made 47 overjoyed. Now, though, he thought it might be better to be a heartless machine.

"Sigma, you absolute idiot! Didn't I tell you not to touch anything? Did you not hear me say that red button was the final awakening protocol?"

"Yeah! Why the hell did you press it, you bastard? We could've just stolen the stuff and run! You really deserve to die!"

Sigma shrank back under everyone's scolding. He thought, How was I