In the end, Harken was pinned hard to the ground by hundreds of Graviton Guns. His men tried to save him, but Commissar Cain had no intention of letting them succeed.
"The time for the counterattack has come! For The Emperor and our ideals! Destroy them!"
With Commissar Cain's roar, the Chaos Space Marines were driven into a desperate situation.
The battlesuits, slightly larger even than ordinary Chaos Space Marines, forcefully held back their movements. The Chaos Space Marines had to watch out for the pulse cannons mounted on the battlesuits' shoulders, the thermal ion blades installed on their arms, and the surprise attacks from the expeditionary soldiers' deflagration beams. Unlike the battlesuits, they had no Aegis to protect them.
Now, they could only rely on their seasoned combat experience and the fickle blessings of the dark gods to survive the expeditionary force's encirclement.
A warrior who had received too many blessings, making him even larger than the other Chaos Space Marines, let out an enraged roar. On this war-torn land of Cadia, when had he ever fought such a stifling battle?
On the walls of Kreft Fortress, he had slaughtered his way through an entire Astra Militarum infantry regiment alone. Flowing blood clung to his body like thick oil. He charged into the ruins created by Chaos-maintained heavy artillery and began a massacre. Civilians and soldiers alike were his prey, and those pitifully few, fragile Space Marines had become ghosts beneath his chainaxe.
But now, what should have been an enjoyable battle had become unpleasant, even bitter—like fighting a miserable trench war against the Iron Warriors for nearly a century!
He loved the sound of a chainaxe splitting people apart. The momentary resistance as its toothed blade cut through bone intoxicated him. But now, his hobby had become a