"I truly never expected this! Those damned heretics actually possessed such a vast number of devastating heavy artillery pieces!
If we hadn't been so lucky, we'd probably all have been buried here by now!"
Isel, captain of the Brass Dragons' Third Company, collapsed onto the dust- and smoke-covered ground like a heap of mud.
While gasping for breath, he turned to look at Zuckerberg, captain of the Second Company, who was also panting heavily nearby. Even his normally stern and resolute face showed the relief of someone who had narrowly escaped death.
Astartes Space Marines possessed physical abilities far beyond those of ordinary humans. Yet even beings as powerful as them would be blown to pieces on the spot if they failed to evade such terrifying heavy artillery bombardment in time.
"The terrifying firepower these heretics command is even fiercer than that of some Dark Adeptus Mechanicus factions that betrayed the Imperium! I simply can't understand how they got hold of so many heavy weapons."
A deep look of confusion appeared on Zuckerberg's face as well.
They had only just landed successfully on the planet, but to their complete surprise, they were greeted not by the enemy infantry they had expected, but by dense heavy artillery fire pouring down like rain.
Fortunately, the Astartes Space Marines' extraordinary running speed proved crucial at that moment, allowing them to narrowly escape the sudden barrage and avoid the miserable fate of being wiped out the instant they landed.
"Beep! Beep!"
"Damn it! So many internal systems in this suit of armor have been severely damaged. They can't be used anymore."
Seeing the information displayed on the combat screen inside his helmet, Isel cursed furiously as he struggled to rise from the ground and began inspecting the damage to his armor.
"Many systems inside