"So this was the weapon you found for me? A Solar Auxilia volkite gun that had been sitting around for who knew how many years?"
"What, you didn't like it?"
The Khan drove his bike through the tangled terrain of Commorragh's lower levels, racing at full throttle. As he dodged the fire of Scourges in the air, he also gave Lin Fan the best possible firing angle from the back seat.
Lin Fan raised the volkite gun, swiftly locked onto a fast-flying Scourge, and pulled the trigger. This weapon, now exceedingly scarce within the Imperium and already regarded as a great arm worthy of passing down through the Legions by the later years of the Great Crusade, unleashed its attack.
The thermal beam fired from its muzzle carried far more energy than any laser weapon. Laden with immense heat, it struck the Scourge's body. The slender black silhouette was instantly set ablaze by the thermal beam, followed by a continuous series of explosions and burning cracks.
The blast not only incinerated him into ash, but also reduced the other Scourge troops caught in it to cinders. Such a terrifying weapon was beyond the ability of the skin-tight armor worn by the Scourges—armor as nimble and swift as flesh itself—to withstand.
These Drukhari, who treated agility and dexterity as their very lives, generally relied more on their own skill and battlefield judgment to evade attacks with elegance. Or they simply depended on gear that deflected attacks and illusions to preserve their lives, like deadly, frenzied masked dancers.
So sometimes, when Imperial forces faced the raids of Drukhari pirates, saturating an entire city block with firepower and shooting with your eyes closed were your best options. Of course, the very best option was to put a bullet through your own head. A