Rogal Dorn: Tears, Pure Numbers, This Is

Rogal Dorn: Tears in My Eyes—Pure Numbers. Is This the Sense of Security Big Brother Gives?!

"By the Savior, this battle will be extremely difficult."

Tako slowly raised his head and looked into Rogal Dorn's eyes. "You need arms. More arms..."

"Indeed."

Rogal Dorn nodded lightly, his expression resolute. "Take me to the weapons. I will fight to the end, until the Savior returns to Holy Terra."

Several hours earlier, the Savior—his elder brother—had sent a psychic message: before long, he would return to the Solar System with Guilliman.

The other loyalist Primarch brothers were also on their way.

But before that, he had to lead the Imperium's elites alone to hold back Horus, the Fallen Primarch, and every Greater Daemon of Chaos.

It was a battle they could not afford to lose. Otherwise, once the Dark Rift pierced through the Imperial Palace, traitors such as Horus would arrive directly in the Throne Room.

Everything would be beyond saving.

Whether Rogal Dorn or the other Imperial elites taking part in this battle, all of them carried the resolve to die on the battlefield!

"May the light of redemption shelter you all." Tako once again performed a rite of blessing.

He quickly led the Master of the Phalanx to the Redemption Armory.

This area was the Savior's private Armory, as well as the Imperium's most elite weapons-storage zone.

Stored there were many of the Savior's personal arms, along with the newest types of combat equipment.

As soon as Rogal Dorn arrived at the Redemption Armory, more elite warriors began arriving one after another.

The New Imperium urgently needed to make use of every possible strength.

They were all Chapter Master-level existences, possessed rich combat skill, and had also been granted emergency authorization to use the Savior's Armed Forces.

Amid the solemn