Chelast's gaze swept through his faceplate over the enemies flooding down the passage ahead.
Those faces had once been human. Now, all that remained were vacant eyes and twisted limbs, surging forward one after another like puppets on strings.
Yet faced with these despair-inducing numbers, Chelast felt neither fear nor shock, but a profound sorrow.
These souls defiled by xenos, these mortals who had once served the Imperium, had now become obstacles barring their advance.
He slowly raised his Chainsword and held it across his chest, as though performing a silent ritual.
The green slime coating its blade glimmered eerily in the dim light.
He murmured under his breath, his voice quiet but carrying an unwavering resolve:
"I will bring you release, mortals of the Imperium."
The instant the words left his lips, Chelast shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow!
His Chainsword unleashed a deafening roar, its teeth spinning at high speed as they tore through the air. The first replica in his path was shredded as easily as paper, spraying green fluid and fragments of tissue in every direction.
"Citizens of the Imperium..." Chelast continued murmuring as he advanced, as though giving meaning to every killing stroke.
His voice rang unusually clear through his speakers amid the din of battle.
"This is the last mercy I can offer you..."
The Plasma Pistol in his hand spat destructive blue fire once more.
Every shot struck with unerring precision, vaporizing the enemies blocking his path.
His Chainsword swept through deadly arcs at close range like the scythe of death, cleaving and shredding any xenos puppet that dared approach.
His movements were swift and efficient. Every step brought another enemy's death, as though he were carrying out a brutal rite of purification.
"Just ahead! I can feel it!" Chelast