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While Angron and his guard unleashed a bloodbath in the enemy ship's core, drawing the attention of most of the Healing Brotherhood's elite forces, the Word Bearers Legion launched their assault at the other end of the warship.

"For Lorgar! In the Emperor's name, cleanse this place! Attack!"

Amid the battle cries of countless Word Bearers Legion warriors, the Word Bearers Legion's boarding pods breached the enemy ship's shattered outer defences and forced their way down onto separate access points.

The hatches burst open with a thunderous crash. What emerged first was not wild shouting, but low, unified chanting.

Clad in dull grey armour adorned with scrolls and sacred runes, the Word Bearers advanced with a solemn, ruthless sense of ritual.

Company Captain Paulus led them. His Power Sword was already activated, its ghostly blue power field tracing lethal arcs through the dim corridor and illuminating his calm, resolute face.

Several nearby white Healing Brotherhood mechs immediately detected this new threat. The nanometal on their arms instantly coalesced into sharp spikes or blades, and they lunged at Paulus from the flanks, hoping to swiftly eliminate the apparent commander.

But Company Captain Paulus was an experienced warrior of the Adeptus Astartes, his combat skills honed through countless battles.

He showed no fear of the encirclement. Beneath his grey helmet, he instantly picked out his first victim.

Gripping the Power Sword's hilt in both hands, he drove forward. Under his precise control, the blade struck like Viper darting from its den, thrusting with lightning speed straight at a seam in the leading mech's breastplate.

The mech's pilot clearly had not expected such terrifying speed and precision. Caught off guard, the pilot could only watch as the sword tip flashed towards them with its lethal blue glow.

Squlch!

With a soft sound, the