The Savior: Ultimately, that Perturabo guy

This was downright inhuman!

Ron looked down at the terrified Chaos Daemons and sighed with feeling.

"Sure enough, establishing deterrence really is important.

Otherwise, raw force alone could never make daemons act this humble."

For the past two hundred years, he had been spreading his intimidating image into the Warp in all kinds of ways, cultivating the daemons' fear of him.

Now, that level of deterrence had climbed to a point close to the gods—and to The Emperor himself.

Not only could this make great use of the Warp's idealistic nature, forming intimidation and suppression against Chaos life-forms, it could also influence humanity in return, further shaping his own authority.

A leader like this, one who could guide the way and overawe foreign enemies, was always the most popular.

Especially in wartime.

And because of the dirty tricks this Savior used specifically against Chaos, the daemons of the Warp now held him in awe almost no less than they did The Emperor himself.

In certain environments, it was even stronger.

After all, The Emperor was stuck on the Golden Throne and could not move. No matter how terrifying he was, he remained only a symbol.

But Ron really could strike into the Warp, hunt down those Chaos existences, and drop a few big fat Hell Missiles onto their Chaos territories.

That was the truth.

Even if he could not launch a frontal assault or send in a large army, he could still dispatch special forces to pull off raids.

With Blackstone technology maturing, the day when a large army marched into the Warp was close at hand.

At that moment, the entire Imperial Palace region fell silent. Only the faint rumble of mechanical engines could be heard.

Would The Savior spare these Chaos Daemons, or would he fight a great