Rogal Dorn: Alas, Chaos is too insidious, I've been tragically

"Horus, are you afraid? Do you not dare come forward and fight?"

"You traitors who willingly became slaves to the Dark Gods—are you going to keep hiding like this? Come and duel me!"

Rogal Dorn was that confident, his emotions running high.

His roar rang through this area, then gradually spread outward, shaking every heart.

The Master of the Phalanx had directly challenged Horus, the Dark Emperor.

More importantly, he seemed to be provoking not only Horus, but all the Fallen Primarchs as well.

He was only one step away from saying that everyone present was trash.

With the Armor of Redemption empowering him, Dorn felt no Fear for the battle to come.

Instead, he was itching to try.

The armor his elder brother had bestowed on him was simply too powerful. He wanted to know just what kind of might it would display once its performance was fully unleashed.

Today, he would take on all the Chaos traitors alone!

Soon, under the amplification of the sound projectors, Rogal Dorn's provocation spread to other areas.

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The Master of the Phalanx's reckless challenge left those Chaos beings who did not know the situation utterly astonished.

Just how did that guy dare? He had actually challenged the Dark Emperor and the other Chaos Champions at the same time?!

"What courage." The Greater Daemon of Khorne widened its eyes, and a trace of admiration rose in its heart despite itself.

Even the bravest Blood God Warrior would not dare charge in like that.

Horus was an existence who had once grievously wounded The Cursed. He was the strongest of the Primarchs, and had received the shared blessings of the Chaos Gods.

That was a grace and favor not even the Chief Greater Daemon possessed. Beneath the gods, no one was stronger than