Rogal Dorn: What's the Matter, the Imperium's Martial Virtue Now?

Rogal Dorn: What was going on? Was the Imperium's martial spirit this abundant now?!

"Oh God, what kind of enemy is it? Can we survive?"

Fear was spreading through the ship's cabin. Everyone knew what it meant for a vessel to be attacked mid-voyage.

All they could do was pray for the protection of Golden Sun and The Savior.

"There's no need to worry. This ship will be fine. The Redemption Fleet and the Angels of the Emperor won't stand by and do nothing."

The short, thickset Abhuman with a greying beard remained calm and composed.

He soothed everyone's emotions.

"I'm an honored citizen of the Imperium. I took part in the battle of Baal. If danger comes, I'll protect everyone!"

This Abhuman was a retired veteran. He had spent time in the trenches of the Apocalypse War and had not feared even the sea of insects, let alone a bit of turbulence like this.

The short Abhuman looked at Dorn and said rather heartily, "Big guy, you're a veteran too, aren't you? If an invasion really happens later, we'll go kill those heretics and xenos!"

Dorn nodded.

His instinctive vigilance just now had exposed a trace of his aura, allowing the veteran before him to sense it.

There was nothing he could do about that. He had experienced too much war and slaughter, and it was difficult to conceal his killing intent.

Dorn decided to act.

He did not want these devout believers to meet with disaster, not to mention that this was his means of transportation to Terra.

Whatever kind of enemy it was, they had chosen the wrong target!

Creak—

Dorn grabbed the railing of the metal bed and exerted force, tearing off a solid metal bar to use as a weapon.

Over the years, his weapons