The battle in the passage had reached fever pitch.
The shriek of energy weapons and the clash of metal were deafening. The air reeked of Ozone, molten metal, and scorched xenos machine oil.
Hercules tore through the enemy ranks like a massive tank. His roaring Power Sword swept all before it, every swing accompanied by the shriek of its Disruption Field as it dismantled one fused construct after another.
His valor not only steadied the line but also gave every mortal soldier an enormous boost in morale.
Company Captain Menoetius stood at the center of the defensive line, his keen eyes scanning the entire battlefield like the most precise tactical sensors.
When he saw Hercules single-handedly tear apart the enemy's attacking spearhead and destroy those massive specialized constructs one after another, approval flared in the battle-hardened commander's eyes.
The chance to strike would vanish in an instant!
"Well done, Hercules!" Menoetius's thunderous roar drowned out every other sound on the battlefield.
Before his words had faded, Menoetius moved like a lion that had long been poised to strike. He stomped through the metal brace beneath his feet, unleashing astonishing strength from his massive frame encased in dark gray Power Armour.
Then he vaulted out from behind the relative safety of the fortifications like a cannonball, landing heavily in the debris-strewn open ground.
The Heavy Volkite Pistol in his left hand spewed a white-hot torrent of destruction, blasting apart an enemy ahead that had just raised its Disruption Cannon. The enormous Power Axe in his right hand was already raised high, the energy field along its edge humming hungrily.
He turned toward the Word Bearers behind him, all gripping their weapons with burning gazes, and pointed his Volkite Pistol toward the oncoming enemy. In a voice powerful enough to shake the