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The bosses retreated to their respective lines, and the slaughter began.
Someone in the Fertilizer Syndicate screamed, "FOR THE EMPEROR!" and three thousand voices roared in response.
What followed was a skirmish in the pure, unadulterated style of the 41st Millennium: a chaotic blend of primitive steel and roaring gunpowder. Morale was unnaturally high. These were bottom-tier hive gangers, yet they fought with the fanatical zeal of Imperial Saints, hacking and shooting at one another without a single step of retreat.
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