Dizziness.
2273 struggled to steady himself—the enemy's resistance was far more tenacious than expected. They had large amounts of heavy weaponry, and had placed it throughout the factory well in advance. The aftershock of the shell's explosion made him feel unwell, a dry-heaving urge rising in him, but fortunately the array installed inside the Aquila quickly eased him back down.
When the Krieg launched their attack, these traitors, who had previously been ambling along as if out for a stroll, suddenly moved with incredible speed. A few even strapped bombs to themselves without hesitation and ran back against the Krieg charge, causing them a little trouble.
Corporal 2273, covering the main force's advance from the second floor, was likewise unable to escape unscathed. The ceiling collapsed, and a group of fanatical, emaciated civilians charged at them with clubs in hand, only to be killed to the last—but throughout the entire process, not a single person fled.
It was all too strange, too orderly, almost as if they had foreseen it.
"Advance! Push forward! Grip your guns, grip your weapons! He is with us, and The Emperor is with us! Charge!"
The commissar roared over the vox channel. Only at times like this did he sound like an assigned commissar, rather than a true native-born Krieg in every sense.
Of course, no Krieg had ever served as a commissar. They could not shoulder that responsibility. Therefore, within the Krieg Legion, all commissars were "natural-born humans."
The title was somewhat ironic, but no one had any objections. The Krieg knew how they were born, and had no objections to that either.
Just like now.
They surged out from behind cover. A shell landed amid the charging black tide and scattered them. But this was no issue. The Aquila Armor swiftly activated its