"These Mechanicus people are utterly insane. They don't deserve to remain alive! How can they be so ruthless toward their own kind?"
One of the Space Marines stared wide-eyed at the scene in the hall, his face filled with rage as he could not help but curse aloud. His clenched fists trembled slightly with extreme fury.
Even though this was already the second weapons factory they had encountered, the darkness and brutality displayed by the Adeptus Mechanicus before them still left them unable to accept or adapt to it.
Such cold, merciless disregard for life seemed to have utterly erased all humanity, leaving behind only machines of ice and twisted faith.
Hearing his teammate's hate-filled curses, the squad leader could not help feeling deeply helpless.
He let out a soft, heavy sigh, wanting to comfort his agitated teammate, but when the words reached his lips, he did not know where to begin.
Such a horrifying scene was a darkness and terror beyond imagination, even for those who had once lived in the Underhive for a long time.
Just then, a muffled bang suddenly shattered the brief silence.
A Servitor that had been spraying paint onto the floor somehow came silently to the side of one of the Space Marines.
Its expressionless, half-metal head slammed straight into the Space Marine's heavy powered greave, producing a dull impact.
Since the Servitor had not displayed any obvious dangerous behavior, neither the radar detectors installed on the Space Marines nor the Exploding Hound standing guard nearby—
—had detected this anomaly in time or issued a warning. For a moment, the entire scene became strange and tense.
The Servitor that had accidentally bumped into the Space Marine realized that it had struck something that should not have existed along its assigned route. It was instantly