Killing the Heart and Punishing the Soul, the Scent of an Unfamiliar Primarch's Loyalty?!

On the battlefield of Chaos, the Daemons crouched with their hands over their heads, a dark mass of them huddled in fear.

It was absurd beyond belief.

"Emperor above...

"Are those still the Daemons that once slaughtered mankind?"

Not far away, Olson, the old Imperial scribe, was stunned.

If humanity had won a great victory and pursued the Daemons, that was still within the bounds of his understanding.

But the scene before him had already gone completely beyond his imagination.

This old Imperial scribe's very understanding was being challenged.

Neither the tomes he had read nor the knowledge he had learned could explain what was happening before his eyes.

As a scribe on the battlefield, Olson had followed the army all his life.

He was responsible for recording the course of wars and holy deeds. Born on the battlefield, destined to die on the battlefield, he was forbidden for life from revealing any secrets.

Because of that, he had also gained the chance to read forbidden texts and come into contact with one terrifying stretch of history after another.

Those Chaos Daemons were so powerful, and the Imperium's wars against Chaos were filled with suffering and torment.

Every single war was accompanied by the destruction of cities, the fall of planets, and the deaths of hundreds of millions of warriors and even more humans.

People were twisted into deformed, grotesque shapes.

"Daemons cannot be touched, cannot be defeated. Only the mysterious silver-white Imperial angels can withstand them..."

That was the view of Daemons Olson had received during his studies, and it had filled him with fear.

So when the Vostonia Chaos War began, he had already prepared himself for sacrifice. The only thing he had to do was record as much as possible of the Imperial warriors' bravery and deaths.