Plague Army: It's here, the Savior is here, those

The worker suddenly started glowing gold!

"For The Savior," Oris said softly.

After he devoutly prayed to The Savior, his Fear gradually faded, and his gaze became resolute.

Will House had received The Savior's grace, and the family's descendants should not run from any responsibility.

Otherwise, even if he fled back, he would be severely punished by the family and expelled.

"Since there's no way back, then we fight to the last moment and do justice to our family blood!"

Oris said through gritted teeth.

He would keep fighting—fight until the family went bankrupt, fight until they ran out of ammunition and supplies, then take the enemy down with him!

As one of the New Imperium's great Rogue Traders, though Will House did not belong to the Imperium's regular military or armed orders, they were no pushovers.

"The Imperial reinforcements won't arrive anytime soon. At least, there's no definite word. I'm afraid Holy Terra may also be under siege by Chaos."

Once Oris made his decision, his emotions settled, and he turned to his steward as he spoke.

As an outstanding Rogue Trader from the Schola Progenium, he could judge the situation facing this demolition site.

The Chaos Rift had covered the Solar System, which meant this place was not the only one under attack. This might be an all-out offensive by Chaos.

This was not an important defensive line, so the chances of receiving support were not high.

Especially with Holy Terra under pressure, the Imperium would certainly prioritize protecting the Throne instead of splitting off forces to come rescue people.

"The Savior, what a disaster this is. Holy Terra..."

When the white-haired steward heard that, his pupils instantly contracted, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.

He knew what this meant.

If Holy Terra