"Die!" With that roar, the helmet slammed heavily into the other man's head, producing a dull impact.
The blow seemed to make the frenzied attacker pause for a moment, but only for an instant. Then he swung his fists again, continuing his storm-like assault on the comrade beneath him.
When the other soldiers around them witnessed this, the last shred of reason remaining in their hearts completely collapsed. As if infected by something, they charged at the comrades beside them with bloodshot eyes.
In an instant, the entire scene descended into chaos, with battle cries and screams rising and falling without end.
Comrades who had once fought shoulder to shoulder and shared life and death had now become sworn enemies, slaughtering one another without mercy.
As time passed, the battle below grew increasingly brutal. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the ground beneath their feet red.
Everyone had killed until their eyes were bloodshot, no longer caring for old bonds. There was only one thought in their minds—survive! Even if it meant sacrificing the comrades beside them, they would fight with everything they had for that sliver of hope.
The Space Marines stood expressionlessly atop the edge of the field in their heavy power armor, their cold gazes sweeping across the chaotic, bloody battlefield below like frigid stars.
The mortal auxiliaries, meanwhile, held all manner of weapons and silently guarded the Space Marines' sides, watching this cruel slaughter with the same indifference.
For the Carcharodons Chapter, such scenes were already commonplace, because this was their unique culture and tradition—selecting new recruits through brutal melees.
Every selection was a contest between life and death. Only the strongest and most resilient could stand out and become members of this elite Chapter.
This selection differed from the one in the Jesta Galaxy. There, because of