Horus: Ahhh, what cold violence, you really

You bastard, The Savior!

"How pathetic you are. You can only watch me destroy everything you built, powerless to do anything..."

The supreme commander of the Chaos Coalition, the Dark Emperor Horus, sensed The Savior's faint presence and immediately began mocking him.

That was standard procedure when the strong met.

When two sides parleyed, they usually opened with a few formal lines and introduced themselves, or traded verbal blows to boost morale and crush the other side's momentum.

Horus wanted to take advantage of his overwhelming strategic victory to thoroughly undermine The Savior's authority.

He would not let any chance to weaken his enemy slip by.

Huh?

Ron's phantom consciousness was still hazy. He had only just hacked his way in and had no idea what had happened.

Just as humanity used Blackstone devices to seal off the airspace near Holy Terra, the Chaos Gods had also sealed off vast regions of the Solar System, making even observation and spying extremely difficult.

He had no way of knowing what was happening inside the sealed regions, or what they looked like, and that made him deeply anxious.

To understand the situation at Holy Terra's defensive line, Ron had gone to great lengths to use the authority of the Sun of Hope to tear open a tiny gap, letting his phantom consciousness slip quietly into one region of the Solar System.

But the moment he entered and tried to get a look at the Steel Defense Line, some guy suddenly started mocking him right to his face, leaving him completely baffled.

Ron felt utterly confused. Had he just been mocked? He didn't think he had even done anything.

Then he turned to communicate with a certain existence, sending out a question from the soul:

"Old Guilliman, who the hell is this pitch-black