Hammurabi took a deep breath.
Before him, several supernatural creatures that defied the course of biological evolution, covered in malformed extra limbs, lay sprawled across the ground. Their unnaturally cold blood seeped into the desert wasteland. A massive crack split the surface of the Imperial Guard's indestructible golden alloy armor, welded together with blood and frozen frost. Armor that industrial laser mining tools could not pierce seemed exceptionally fragile beneath the battle axes of Outer Dimensional Entities. Hammurabi lifted his leg and pulled his armored boot free from the coarse, dark-red sand. Foul black blood and fragments of Organic Matter from unknown body parts slid down the intricate relief grooves on his Power Armor.
The dry air produced by the filtration system still carried the heat of this dark-red desert wasteland. Though he was using the recycled air inside his armor, he could still smell the dust rising from the scorching, coarse sand, along with the stench of those Extra-dimensional Beings. He could not see where the star was. This blood-red sky was filled with sources of light, and the laws of optics from the Material Universe were unstable here. That did not stop him from fighting. All he needed to do was swing his weapon, and his enemies would bring their blades down upon him.
This had been determined on a conceptual level. Even Outer Dimension Entities could not escape it.
Hammurabi leveled his halberd, the Spear of the Garrison sheathed in a Disintegration Field aimed at several grotesque creatures trying to retreat. These Extra-dimensional Beings possessed no life. Their very existence was a mockery of life. They could not be completely killed; they were merely apostles, fragments, and consciousnesses of evil gods. As long as the corresponding concepts still existed, neither they nor their masters would perish.
But