The World Eaters' assault was broken apart. Whether in discipline or organization, they were far inferior to the Ultramarines. Even their more ferocious brute strength, stimulated by the Butcher's Nails, was suppressed.
And after several exchanges, Khârn had confirmed one thing:
The power armor worn by those Ultramarines, with its strange design, was absolutely unlike any known pattern of Imperial-issue power armor.
It stood nearly half a meter taller than Mark IV Maximus-pattern power armor, looking like a scaled-down version of Cataphractii Terminator armor. Its sleeker shape was utterly different from other Imperial power armor patterns, and they did not even carry power packs?
The power source of Astartes power armor was the fusion pack on its back. It supplied the electronic muscle bundles with energy and powered its communications and life-support systems.
Without power packs, how were these Ultramarines operating their armor? And with that terrifying level of strength output, their power was clearly far beyond that of the World Eaters.
The unknown was always frightening, and Khârn was no exception. He was not like those brothers who had been tortured by the Butcher's Nails until they lost all reason. His mind remained calm.
"Those damned Ultramarines have changed into some powerful new armor. They set an ambush here and waited for fools like us to step into their death trap."
The World Eaters still trying to tear apart the defensive line before the shield wall fell in droves. Crossing that wall had become the most laughable fantasy.
The Ultramarines began their counterattack. They leaped out from behind the shield wall's protection and showed the World Eaters, with blade and martial skill, who the true slaughterers were.
When Ultramarine power swords came down, the World Eaters were cut into chunks of flesh scattered across the ground. The difference in