"Do not feel the slightest sorrow or despair, for there is still a wise and merciful choice before you.
As long as you are willing to lay down your weapon and sincerely surrender to us, I swear upon my own honor and that of the entire Legion that you will never suffer any form of mistreatment. We respect every life, even those who once stood against us.
But if you insist on clinging to your delusions and resisting to the bitter end, then do not blame us. We will show no mercy as we send you to reunite with those comrades who have already departed.
I am sure they will warmly welcome your arrival. At least then, you will not be lonely on the road to the underworld, nor will you suffer the torments of war any longer, or endure the pain of losing your freedom and dignity. So please, consider it carefully."
Among the three Star Space Marines surrounding the First Company Chaplain, the leader spoke with calm composure, his words earnest yet authoritative as he patiently tried to persuade the Chaplain.
"You bastards! You shameless scum dare spout such nonsense here? What a ridiculous dream!"
After hearing the Star Space Marine's words, the Flesh Tearers Chapter First Company Chaplain's eyes instantly reddened with rage, veins bulging across his forehead. He was like a savage beast driven to the utmost fury, jaws agape and ready to devour someone whole.
He glared viciously at the enemy who had dared insult him, the hatred and fury in his gaze seemingly capable of piercing straight through the other man's soul.
"Damnable heresy! Go to hell, all of you!"
With an enraged roar, the First Company Chaplain raised his gleaming Power Sword high. Like a shell blasted from a cannon, he charged at