The Flesh Tearers Chapter's captain, chaplain, and the others clashed fiercely with the members of Nack's Guard, neither side willing to give a single step.
The battle erupted abruptly and with extreme savagery. The Flesh Tearers captain, chaplain, and company champion were all battle-hardened veteran elites, exceptionally formidable in close combat.
The members of Nack's Guard were no weaker. They had been selected from among those with the strongest close-combat capabilities in the force. There were twenty-five of them in total, each clad in auramite power armor.
Faced with the Nack Guard's numerical advantage, the Flesh Tearers captain, chaplain, and the rest had no choice but to hold on grimly.
"Lackey of the False Emperor, state your name at once. I never kill nameless nobodies."
Nack lowered his head slightly and looked down coldly at Gabriel, who was far shorter than him, asking in a flat, emotionless voice.
Seeing Gabriel's power armor, which was far more ornate than that of the other Space Marines, Nack knew that the man before him was likely a Chapter Master. He simply did not know which Chapter he belonged to.
Gabriel glared at Nack with wide, furious eyes and roared, "Listen well, heretic! The one who will take your head today is Gabriel, Chapter Master of the Flesh Tearers! Now tell me, who exactly is your primarch?"
After announcing his name, Gabriel immediately threw the question back at him.
Gabriel had only answered Nack's question because he wanted to learn the background of these heretics. If not for that, with his violent and unyielding nature, he would have disdained to acknowledge a heretic who had betrayed the Imperium.
Nack froze for a moment, then burst into wild laughter, his voice filled with mockery and contempt.
"Hahahaha! A primarch? That sort of thing is an