Horus: Rage, What is a Feint, What is

I wasn't using my full strength?!

Something was a little off.

Such a harmonious scene behind the Space Steel Wall's defensive line left the Chaos entity spying on them utterly puzzled.

When humans faced the corruption of Chaos, weren't they supposed to be terrified and panicked, or else shouting for The Emperor in despair?!

Yet now, the humans behind the defensive line showed no trace of disorder. Even the mortals among them were quietly enjoying the lavish food.

"Perhaps the Imperium has hidden all of this. These mortals still don't know what kind of terror they're about to face."

The Chaos consciousness inside the Rot Fly thought this to itself. It did not believe mortals could be unafraid of the terror of Daemons.

At that moment, Draining's voice came over, faintly excited:

"Brothers, the orders are in. In three hours, we'll be stationed at the Eighth War Zone to hold against the attack of the Chaos Daemons.

Looks like this is the official Chaos offensive. Otherwise, command wouldn't be making such a large-scale deployment."

Hearing this, the Cadia veteran and the Catachan big man both perked up at once, smiles spreading across their faces. Even the Krieg veteran raised his head, clearly in quite a good mood as well.

Their nervousness just now had not been because they were worried about the vast number of Chaos Daemons, but because the Daemons were already swarming in, so why had it still not been their turn to go to the front?

At the same time, the other Personal Armor veterans in this dining area also received their combat orders, and they were just as excited about intercepting the Daemons.

Every one of them was eager to have a go.

The veterans' excitement was inevitable. This battle to protect Holy Terra was of