"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
Kam's roar echoed across the heavens. His bloodshot eyes seemed ready to spew blazing fury as they locked firmly onto the foremost Apocalypse Tank.
He moved like lightning, weaving across the battlefield like a phantom. Laden with endless killing intent, he charged straight toward the Apocalypse Tank.
By then, Kam's heart had long since been consumed by rage. He kept roaring, "Those damned tanks dared to wipe out so many of my men! The Bloodhand Warband is all but gone now. If I don't destroy every last one of them, how can I soothe this hatred in my heart?!"
Just then, a rapid burst of gunfire rang out, painfully sharp amid the dense barrage from the anti-aircraft machine guns.
As Kam sprinted at full speed, he suddenly realized that countless bullets were pouring down on him like rain. Unlike the unusually large rounds from before, these incoming shots were all bolts.
Faced with the sudden hail of gunfire, Kam reacted with incredible speed. He swiftly twisted aside to evade while using his incomparably heavy shoulder pauldrons to block the incoming attacks. A Space Marine's shoulder armor was the thickest part of his power armor and could withstand a great deal of punishment.
No matter how Kam dodged left and right, he could not completely evade every bullet. Every so often, one or two rounds would fly at him from tricky angles, only to vanish abruptly before reaching him. Clearly, the blessings of the God of War had always protected Kam.
Kam understood that there were Space Marines among those tanks, but he was extremely confident in his own strength. If he could not kill a Greenskin boss, could he not kill a few weak Space Marines serving the False Emperor?