Bzzz—
Under the Primarchs' expectant gazes, Ron projected image after image.
In the sky above the Secret Armory Planet were several mechanical artificial suns shining with golden light.
"Is that... Father's power?" Rogal Dorn looked at those artificial suns in great surprise.
They looked like miniature Holy Suns, constantly shedding sacred Psyker Power that covered every corner of the planet.
"The Secret Armory Planet is basically covered by sacred power, with no blind spots, leaving evil nowhere to hide."
Ron nodded.
This was the planet's second layer of security, meant to isolate any scattered Chaos Fel Energy, eliminate the soil in which corruption could take root, and even sterilize any possible plague bacteria.
He pointed at the artificial suns. "More importantly, the light of this sacred Psyker Power can bless the armaments stored on the planet. Combined with special Holy Oil, it gives those armaments stronger resistance to Chaos."
That was a necessary measure.
Because once humanity's conventional equipment entered the Warp, no matter how well maintained it was, it was corroded at every moment, drastically reducing its lifespan.
Especially expensive equipment. Without resistance to Chaos, maintenance costs were extremely high, which also placed a considerable burden on the Imperium's logistics.
But with the blessing of sacred Psyker Power, these valuable pieces of equipment gained a longer service life, allowing them to withstand prolonged wars against Chaos.
They had stronger killing power against Chaos lifeforms, and their Machine Spirits were also extremely fierce.
"The Holy Sun has already vanished. How much of this energy reserve do we still have?"
Guilliman asked a key question, somewhat worried about whether the Imperium could continue using these sacred powers.
He knew The Savior had once stored up a batch of the Holy Sun's power to deal with Chaos Daemons.
To a certain extent,