Nanomachines, son!

Khârn noticed Paulus watching him, and Paulus noticed Khârn watching him in turn. Their eyes met briefly, then, in unspoken agreement, they turned to slaughter the enemies around them.

The competitive spirit of Space Marines from different Legions flared up. Both Paulus and Khârn wanted to prove that they were the finest warrior.

"Are they Word Bearers?"

Khârn twisted off the head of the enemy before him, casting a curious glance at Paulus, who was leading his Terminators toward the enemy warship's control center.

But he soon put those thoughts aside and devoted himself to the exhilaration of fighting for the Emperor and his Legion.

Company Captain Paulus led the charge, with twenty Word Bearers in heavy Cataphractii Terminator Armour advancing behind him like mobile steel fortresses.

The roar of their Bolters mingled with the hum of their Power Weapons in a symphony of death. Any white mech that dared stand before this tide of steel was instantly torn apart by the Terminators' unmatched firepower and strength, blasted into brilliant, brutal clouds of blood mist and metal debris.

They smashed through everything in their path with sheer brute force, finally fighting their way to the warship's innermost section—the heavy doors of the main control room, covered in heretical patterns.

"Prepare to breach!" Paulus raised his Power Sword, its Force Field humming sweetly.

The warriors quickly adjusted their formation, ready to blast open this final barrier with heavy weapons.

But before they could attack, an unimaginably powerful blow struck the sealed doors from within!

BOOM!!!

With a deafening crash, the thick metal doors buckled as though struck by a battering ram. Their frames warped, then the whole assembly burst apart.

Even protected by their heavy armour, the Terminators at the front were hurled backward by the sudden shock wave and