"Brothers, warriors of the Minotaurs, heed me. The Emperor has charged us with a singular purpose: to stand against the unrelenting darkness. It is not a duty born of pride or glory. It is a burden, a crucible in which our very souls are tested. And none test us more deeply than Chaos.

Chaos is no mere enemy that we can defeat by strength of arms alone. It is a corruption that festers in the hearts of men, a disease that spreads in the shadows while the unknowing walk beneath its poisoned leaves. We burn worlds not out of cruelty, but because Chaos, like heresy, grows back if even a whisper of it remains. We have not the luxury of mercy. We are not warriors who merely win battles; we are the executioners of the Emperor’s will. To hesitate is to invite ruin, and to doubt is to falter.

You may wonder why it is we must purge entire planets, annihilate billions, and leave only ash and smoke in our wake. The truth is simple, yet hard to accept: we have no right to let them live. Heresy cannot be pruned, it cannot be trimmed. Chaos must be eradicated, root and stem, for it will always return if even the smallest spark is left to smolder. Chaos is eternal, festering in the hearts of the weak, ever waiting for the moment to strike. We do not fear it. We destroy it.

The fools who have fallen to the lies of the Warp believe they have found freedom. They believe they have cast off the shackles of the Emperor’s light and found their true power. But they are nothing more than pawns, slaves to a power that devours its own, twisting their souls into hollow vessels of madness and decay. Chaos cannot create—it only corrupts, only consumes. And those who serve it, no matter how powerful they believe themselves to be, are already dead. They are ghosts, shadows of men who traded their lives for fleeting power, unaware that their end was sealed the moment they turned from the Emperor’s light.

We stand as the bulwark against that madness. We are not just Astartes. We are the Emperor’s wrath made manifest. Whilst we draw breath, we stand. Whilst we stand, we fight. Whilst we fight, we prevail. It is not for us to question the cost, to weigh the lives lost. Our only task is to end the threat, no matter the sacrifice. We are the hammer that smashes worlds, and if it takes the death of a planet to ensure Chaos cannot spread, then we will break a thousand if necessary.

The enemies of the Imperium cower before us, for they know we will leave none alive. We do not waver. We do not question. We execute the Emperor’s will, whatever the cost, whatever the sacrifice. We descend upon the foe like Steel Rain, and when we do, none shall survive.

So let them hear us now. The Immortal Emperor watches over us, and through us, His fury is unleashed. We are invincible, for we are His chosen. Chaos will not prevail, not while we stand. Not while the Minotaurs draw breath. For we are the Emperor’s retribution. We are His judgment made flesh.

Enemies of the Imperium, hear me now. You have come here to die. There will be no mercy, no salvation. Only death.

May the Emperor's justice be swift, and His wrath unrelenting."*