Commissar Cain had no idea how the Warp Talons, who had been so eager for blood moments ago, had ended up like this. But when his peripheral vision caught Jurgen holding a Graviton Gun nearby, all his questions were answered in an instant.
Jurgen was a soulless, an untouchable. Things of the Warp became exceedingly fragile around him. Those huge, grotesque Chaos Spawn could only lie limply on the ground and wait for Jurgen to blast them apart.
And these Warp Talons before him... their armor was demonic, their weapons were demonic, and their minds were demonic. Though they retained the outline of Space Marines, their essence had become something half-human, half-daemon. Jurgen's appearance caused half of the Warp Talons' bodies to abruptly collapse, and in order to keep fighting, the Warp Talons tried to remove the burdens from their own bodies.
Having figured this out, Commissar Cain did not dare waste time. He immediately rushed forward and killed the Warp Talons one by one with his broken longsword.
Looking at the blood-fouled chunks left behind by the Warp Talons, Commissar Cain let out a long breath. Then the fervent cheers of the expeditionary soldiers reached his ears.
Commissar Cain felt that his survival at the Warp Talons' hands had depended entirely on his absurd luck. But in the eyes of the soldiers, who knew nothing of the truth, his performance just now had been nothing short of legendary.
First, Commissar Cain had detected the enemy ambush with astonishing keenness. Before the expeditionary soldiers could even react, he had charged ahead alone and blocked a Warp Talon's attack, buying time for the other soldiers.
The Warp Talon's attacks had been ferocious, yet Commissar Cain had not been slow in the slightest. He used a clever trick to deceive the Warp