The key to victory!
"Can big brother's Armor of Redemption... still hold?"
Dorn felt the constant heat radiating through it and drew a deep breath.
He could not help feeling a flicker of worry.
The unnatural Chaos flames Magnus had summoned had already exceeded the limits of physical law, even throwing the sensors into disarray.
And the special alloy on the outer layer of the armor had begun to melt to a certain extent.
That meant the armor might not be able to withstand this kind of attack.
If he lost the protection of the Armor of Redemption, Dorn would have to face the siege of several Fallen Primarchs with his flesh alone, with that traitor Horus watching hungrily from the side.
In all likelihood, he would fall under their brutal assault.
Worse still, once he fell or died, no one would be able to stop those traitors, and the situation would plunge into an irretrievable state!
Anyone facing such a thorny situation would feel the heavy pressure.
"Move, damn you!" Dorn struggled with all his might, trying to break free of the Death Lord's fungal bindings and escape the crimson flames.
But no matter how he struggled, he remained firmly locked in that space.
The restraint of the Fungal Abyss did not exist in physical reality. It was more like a confinement in time.
That confinement forced the armor to remain in the same place.
"Alert. High-intensity sorcerous threat detected. Activate Emergency Response System..."
Just as Dorn was feeling the situation grow increasingly difficult, a new prompt suddenly appeared on the armor's built-in visor.
The Machine Spirit of the armor's system asked whether he wished to activate emergency countermeasures to help the armor escape the extreme environment.
It was an integrated, foolproof emergency handling system capable of responding to