As he pondered, his bolter-equipped helmet beeped, signaling an incoming transmission from the Chapter Master. "Brother-Sergeant, this is Azrael. Intelligence suggests that the Orks are not the only threat we face. A Chaos cult has infiltrated the local population. Your mission is to neutralize both threats, and ensure the sector's stability."
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