The Space Marines still stubbornly resisting outside the weapons bay quickly scattered and withdrew under the company captain's orders, no longer paying attention to the Star Space Marines continuing to pour out of the weapons bay.
After the Astartes Space Marines retreated, the Star Space Marine squadron captain commanding the front line swiftly reported over the communications channel:
"Commander Dorak, the enemy has withdrawn."
Commander Dorak, who had just teleported over, sounded somewhat surprised upon hearing the squadron captain's report. "Those False Emperor lackeys actually retreated? What scheme are they plotting?"
Dorak was puzzled by the situation. He had not expected the enemy to be so incapable; the fierce battle had barely begun, yet they had already withdrawn. He could not make sense of it.
"Commander Dorak, they should be trying to fight us in the corridors. They are no match for us head-on, so their only choice now is to entangle us and delay their deaths."
The squadron captain in charge of the front line voiced his thoughts.
The squadron captain had been directing the Star Space Marines against the Astartes Space Marines on the front line and knew the strength of both sides extremely well. After thinking it through, he understood the Astartes Space Marines' intentions.
Since they could not defeat the Star Space Marines in a direct confrontation, it was only natural for them to make use of their own advantages. Using one's strengths against the enemy's weaknesses was their only chance of claiming final victory.
"Heh, they actually want to fight us in the corridors. Perfect. The brothers can learn how to fight corridor battles better as well. We will probably face this sort of situation often in the future, so more practice is not a bad thing."
Hearing the squadron captain's analysis, Dorak sneered over