After the two concluded their deep and important conversation, Tyberos turned without hesitation. His towering, formidable figure was like an impregnable fortress as he led Farahel and the other four through dimensional transit, leaving the Underhive of Jerma Hive World.
The Space Marine captain who had first encountered Farahel watched Tyberos and his party vanish from sight, then immediately snapped back to attention.
His eagle-sharp gaze swept across the somewhat youthful yet battle-hungry faces around him—his nineteen Space Marine recruits.
These young warriors gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with the desire for battle as they awaited their captain's next command.
"Brothers!" the Space Marine captain shouted, his voice rolling through the empty Underhive like thunder.
"Though Lord Tyberos has departed, our mission is far from over! This Underhive still harbors countless gang members, xenos creatures, and all manner of cultists.
"We must show them no mercy and wipe them out completely. We will not allow even the slightest danger to remain on this land!"
At their captain's impassioned words, the recruits roared in unison, their morale igniting in an instant.
Then, under their captain's command, the squad swiftly sprang into action, shooting like an arrow into the dark, unfathomable depths of the Underhive.
To Tyberos, Jerma Hive World was merely a battlefield for tempering recruits.
Even so, every Astartes warrior understood the weight of his duty: no matter which galaxy it was in, any territory reclaimed by them could not be allowed to harbor dangerous elements at large.
Before they had even left the Jesta Galaxy, the logistics department had already conveyed this clear message to Tyberos and the others.
After each Chapter successfully reclaimed a galaxy, its foremost task was to uproot and completely purge every hidden threat on its planets.
Only then could the logistics department