"Heh heh... Put away that pathetic expression, damn you, Rorschach!"
Rorschach's words had barely fallen.
The first to step forward was naturally Magnus, gripping the Golden Scepter.
In fact, judging from the current situation alone,
as a Tzeentchian Daemon Prince, Magnus seemed more like a Daemon Prince of Khorne than Angron did now. Both his words and actions were filled with agitation and rage!
"My little brother, the grudges between us have continued on and off for tens of thousands of years... If a single unavoidable fight side by side could make us change our minds, aren't you being far too naive?"
At the same time, Fulgurite Daemon Prince, his massive serpentine body winding forward, fixed Rorschach's huge form with an eerie gaze and spoke in a somewhat wistful tone.
However, Rorschach, gripping the Dawnbreaker Warhammer tightly in his enormous palm, gave a slight shake of his head.
He first turned from side to side, swiftly exchanging glances with the other Primarch Brothers, before calmly saying to Magnus and Fulgurite Daemon Prince,
"I merely gave you a choice. Whether you accept it is your problem... But since you want to fight, we'll accompany you to the end!"
Before Rorschach had even finished speaking,
Regent Guilliman, clad in the Armor of Fate, stepped forward first.
The Emperor's Sword clenched in his massive palm immediately blazed with even fiercer Golden Flames!
Raven King Corvus, his black hair whipping wildly about, also unconsciously revealed a savage grin from the corner of his pale lips. His enormous body was instantly lifted into the air by countless pitch-black shadows!
Lion El'Jonson, standing nearby, said nothing.
The expression on his aged face gradually turned solemn as he raised the Emperor's Kite Shield and his loyalist sword before him!
Rumble—
However, just as a fierce battle between