The Savior: Whose plan is this, who said to take the Imperial Palace

And been ejected out of the Golden Throne?!

The Savior's Sanctuary.

Ron came out onto the terrace and gazed at the azure sky.

He sighed with feeling.

"Sure enough, a burden only gets lighter when someone helps carry it. I wonder when I'll finally be able to retire?"

The main problem was that the Imperium did not have enough Primarchs available right now. Lion and Jaghatai Khan were guarding the border against the Necrons, Perturabo needed to conduct research, and Guilliman had gotten lost somewhere unknown.

Under these circumstances, the duty of guarding Holy Terra could only fall to him, The Savior.

Such an important region could not be left without a Primarch in command. It would be too easy for high-level beings to break through.

Fortunately, the Master of the Phalanx, The Praetorian Dorn, had returned in time, giving Holy Terra an even better guardian.

He was the Primarch best suited to guard Holy Terra.

So after Dorn recovered, Ron immediately handed this defensive task over to him.

That allowed Ron to extricate himself from Holy Terra's defenses and have the spare capacity to do other things.

Ron looked toward the firmament.

An eerie green xenos fleet was slowly leaving the airspace. It was the fleet of the Kharozas Dynasty.

The Living Metal Governor, the Dharma King Zabok, and many high-level beings had already been implanted with the Emotion Virus.

And they had also accepted a new religious faith—the Holy Soul Sect.

Zabok and the others firmly believed that after the Holy Soul Sect's new god—the God of the Underworld, Pluto, who was actually the Sun of Hope in disguise—revived, he would be able to help the Necrons reshape their souls and bodies.

Now, the Kharozas Dynasty was wild with joy and could not wait to head to the