The Bloodied Brand provided the Chaos Space Marines with considerable resistance to ranged attacks. Plasma bolts could only burst into clouds of blood mist against it, dimming the Brand slightly.
Under such overwhelming firepower, those Brands would eventually shatter, but this much time was enough for the Chaos Space Marines to cross the final stretch.
"Prepare to engage!" the frontline officer shouted. The soldiers' ignition rifles had finished charging. They switched to rapid-fire mode and opened the energy channels of their heated monomolecular bayonets.
Those red-hot bayonets had quite the style of Khorne's weapons. Who knew whether such an appearance might earn them the passive blessing of Khorne's winds of war?
Dozens of battlesuits were brought down by the Chaos Space Marines' return fire, opening an obvious gap in the fire net. Harken then led the most elite Raptors through the breach.
Heavy iron boots crushed two expeditionary soldiers outright, while the shockwave left another seven or eight staggering, unable to retaliate. With a sweep of Harken's spear, the expeditionary troops' shields were easily broken, and they were cut in two.
They even had personal shields...
Harken was somewhat angered. Supplying mortals with such fine equipment was simply a waste. If it had been given to Space Marines, they would certainly have achieved far greater results.
Filled with contempt for the weakness of mortals, Harken and the Raptors slaughtered freely among the expeditionary force. With their tremendous speed, they butchered every nearby soldier before they could fire.
Against the Raptors' assault force, which swept in like a gale, only battlesuit masters who had achieved perfect unity with their machines could delay them.
Dozens of XV59 Battlesuit squads charged forward bravely. Red longsword emblems were engraved upon their battlesuits, proof of strength and honor.
Enhanced by both experience and precise machinery,