"Heh! Was I wrong? Those crude firearms in your hands need Servitors to change the magazines after firing only a few dozen rounds."
The Defense Force soldier snorted disdainfully, then forcefully patted the imposing anti-aircraft machine gun before him. He smugly showed off to Arjinto, "Look at this anti-aircraft machine gun in my hands. It's been continuously mowing down those Orks for so long, and I still haven't changed the magazine even once!"
His boastful words echoed endlessly in Arjinto's ears like some devilish chant. Only then did Arjinto snap back to his senses as if waking from a dream.
Thinking carefully, he realized that since joining this fierce battle, he truly had never seen these heretics change the magazines of their weapons.
"Hmph! Who knows whether you sinister, utterly evil heretics have secretly used some shameful dark sorcery to avoid changing magazines so often?"
Irritated, Arjinto could not help mocking them.
"Hahaha, what an ignorant savage! Today, I'll let you see what true technological power is!"
Laughing loudly, the Defense Force soldier steadily controlled the anti-aircraft machine gun with one hand and continued firing fiercely at the enemy. With the other, he swiftly unholstered his sidearm and threw it toward Arjinto without hesitation.
Arjinto caught the Ripper Rifle thrown by the Defense Force soldier with one hand. The Ripper Rifle used by the Defense Force soldiers was not so compact in the hands of an Astartes Space Marine that Arjinto could hold it one-handed.
"Hmph! Then I'd like to see just what is so special about the so-called advanced weapons you heretics keep boasting about," Arjinto said disdainfully.
He raised the Ripper Rifle without hesitation and aimed at the hideous Orks in the distance.
Arjinto decisively pulled the trigger. A deafening burst of gunfire rang out: "Bang, bang, bang..."