Guilliman: Wuwuwu, brothers, have they...

Forgot?!

"Hiss...

"Brother, you can't just say things like that. You raised that flag way too hard!"

When Ron heard Dorn's confident words, he immediately sucked in a cold breath and could not help thinking that to himself.

That was way too unlucky.

If Chaos did not come, it would be letting down that line of yours!

Rogal Dorn looked at The Savior's somewhat worried expression, and his own face grew even more serious.

"I know you're rather cautious by nature, big brother, but the Solar System's defenses are now at their strictest state, unprecedentedly solid.

"Even Terra's defenses ten thousand years ago were far inferior to what they are now. Please trust my judgment as The Praetorian."

To be honest, the New Imperium's defensive forces were a little too abundant. Even he was not quite used to it yet, and could only do his best to adapt.

After all, Rogal Dorn had always defended cities alone before, bitterly and miserably, with every defensive line on the verge of collapse.

But the defensive line around Terra now—if he himself were the one attacking it, he would not even know how to breach it.

If he had been able to command this level of defensive force ten thousand years ago, why would he have defended the city at all? He would have led the Imperial army out and slaughtered his way forward long ago.

Fortunately, after these days of continuous study, Rogal Dorn had gradually begun to adapt to the New Imperium's defensive doctrine, while further strengthening the relevant defensive lines.

He had pushed them to the limit of his own defensive standards.

He firmly believed this was the most unbreakable Bastion Line he had ever defended, and he had even more confidence in facing any enemy of Chaos!

Hearing this,