Kanas stared expressionlessly at the Adeptus Custodes writhing in agony on the ground, then strode steadily and powerfully toward him.
Without hesitation, he raised his foot and brought it down with all his strength upon the other man's already ruined, mangled chest.
A dull impact sounded. "Pfft!" The Adeptus Custodes spat out a gush of crimson blood under the crushing blow, spraying forth like a fountain and instantly soaking the helmet on his head.
Yet despite his grievous wounds, the Adeptus Custodes still tried to struggle to his feet and counterattack. But his injuries were too severe, and he had lost all four limbs. Unable to resist, he could only glare at Kanas with eyes brimming with hatred.
Looking down coldly at the enemy beneath his foot, who was lingering on like an ant, Kanas slowly crouched and ruthlessly tore off the other man's helmet.
As their gazes met, Kanas's icy eyes stared straight into the blazing fury and boundless hatred burning in the other's.
Kanas did not care in the slightest about the hatred of a defeated foe. He merely looked down at him and asked in a cold voice:
"Speak! Why were you in the capital of the Delta Sector? And why did you take the initiative to attack us?"
Faced with Kanas's sharp interrogation, the Adeptus Custodes was barely clinging to life, yet he still refused to yield.
He coughed violently as he answered in a weak yet disdainful tone, "Cough, cough, cough... Slaying heretics is our sacred duty. It is everyone's responsibility!"
Hearing such stubbornly unrepentant words, Kanas's expression darkened further. After silently cursing him as hopelessly obstinate—
He gave the other man no further chance to catch his breath. Raising his right foot high once more, filled with rage and killing intent, he stomped down