In the bottomless, dark, damp Underhive of the Jerma Hive World, squads of well-trained, superbly equipped Space Marines marched forward with firm, powerful strides.
A large number of mortal auxiliaries followed close behind them, every face stern and resolute.
This Underhive had long since become a den for xenos creatures, bloody and brutal gang members, and cultists of every kind. Now, the Space Marines bore the responsibility of purging these evil forces.
The moment the battle began, the Space Marines displayed incomparable strength.
Their heavy power armor gleamed with a cold light, while the assorted weapons in their hands spat deadly fire. Every shot struck its target with precision, and every charge tore through the enemy's defenses.
On this bloody and brutal battlefield, the Space Marines were like war gods descended upon the mortal realm. Their presence filled the enemy with fear and despair. Their overwhelming firepower and near-invincible combat prowess drove those once-arrogant foes back step by step.
Yet faced with the fierce assault of the Space Marines and mortal auxiliaries, the surviving enemies did not surrender. Instead, like stray dogs, they fled desperately deeper into the Underhive, hoping to use the complex terrain to evade this merciless pursuit.
"Die! You damned invaders!" A furious roar suddenly rang out.
A savage-looking gang leader watched helplessly as the more than ten thousand gangsters who had once served under him were reduced to fewer than a hundred beneath the relentless pursuit of the Space Marines and mortal auxiliaries.
The rage in his heart instantly burned to its peak, and he could no longer suppress his hatred.
Having lost all reason, the gang leader snatched up a Meltabomb and hurled himself recklessly at the Space Marine charging at the front.
With a loud bang, the gang leader, like a ferocious beast driven