The Savior: Hey, hey, hey, The Emperor, please don't get excited

Move!

Not long ago.

Dull footfalls shook a metallic hum from the ground, as if striking against people's hearts.

It made them instinctively wary, solemn, as though something heavy had settled over their chests.

They were the Legion of the Damned, the Emperor's holy army. On the most dangerous battlefields, they executed the Imperium's enemies in the coldest way.

Even if they did nothing, they brought pressure to every living thing around them.

"Could it be that the Rift Lords have received the Emperor's forgiveness, and that is why they can obtain this blessing..."

Facing the black-armored warriors burning with flame, Anselmor could not help holding his breath, filled with an indescribable devotion and worship.

Those holy soldiers were so sacred that they simply could not compare themselves to them.

The black of the holy army's armor was closer to the shade of ebony, adorned with skull relics as decoration.

Their helmets were like jagged skeletons, cold flames burning in their sunken eye sockets, cruel and merciless.

They had no emotion, no reason. They were like pure fighting machines, and no enemy could stand in their way.

As the Legion of the Damned passed by, Anselmor and the warriors of the Rift Lords dropped to one knee one after another, offering their reverence to the black-armored warriors and to the Master of Mankind.

"The redemption of the Rift Lords has come. Gather all our brothers. We will fight alongside the holy army."

Anselmor had never felt so at ease. The Emperor's mighty power had descended, and those strange Genestealer Xenos and Flayers no longer posed any threat.

What awaited those xenos heretics was only the fate of being utterly destroyed.

The Chapter Master and the Captains were all very excited.

"Where the blade of the holy army points is the