Daily thought: Life is the Emperor's currency. Spend it well, warrior.
Amid the white fog shrouding the battlefield, charge, charge—at this moment, all value in life became charging forward with a gun in hand. Their minds no longer thought, marching on through instinct alone: the instinct to kill and fight.
Billions of Astra Militarum soldiers ran through the fog. Beside them, the tracks of Cerberus tanks and Hellhammer super-heavy tanks rolled across the muddy earth, grinding Necron wreckage deep into the soil.
Towering shadows hammered the ground step after step, nearly making the entire battlefield tremble. Brilliant fire burst from the muzzles of twin Gauss Cannons,
only to be swallowed by the thin fog once more, leaving nothing but a fleeting bright streak on the retina.
The rusty tolling of bells came from behind the fog. The Undertakers of the Death Guard struck their scythes against bells, their chimes spreading layer by layer. Wherever the bells and fog reached became the territory of the Pale Lord.
And all you needed to do was... run. Keep running—soldiers were tasked with pushing the front line forward.
Krieg Mide did not question why the fog was so thick, but his gas mask lenses did not fog up. He simply clutched his gun and charged onward.
Countless comrades charged alongside him. A Krieg soldier beside Mide was cut apart by the scythe of an advancing Necron Warrior,
but the Krieg soldier nimbly ducked low to evade it, then smoothly turned and fired. The muzzle of his Gauss Rifle glimmered with a faint green light.
Hiss!
Green sparks scattered. The Krieg soldier resumed running, while Mide had already surged far ahead. The Hyper Phase Blade in his hand hummed; it was the weapon he had been rewarded with after the battle against Slaanesh.
Immense