Even you, who had faced countless desperate predicaments and horrific battlefields, could not help but feel a flicker of anger.
The White Scars Legion had been only one step away from having to suffer horrific casualties during their breakout in order to completely escape the traitors' encirclement and return to the Solar System to support Holy Terra.
And the instigator of all this was a mere Navigator who had betrayed all of your trust!
Thud, thud, thud—
Before long, under the silent watch of countless Tech-Priests and maintenance Servitors, your massive body drove the Vibranium Power Armor at full speed, charging from the Starport of the Artificial Space Station toward the location where the Black Glazed Throne was stored.
You spotted at once the female Navigator, Vera, her body covered in wounds as she was firmly restrained against the metal floor by Lord of the Kheshig Qin Xia and Chief Storm Seer Yasu Gai.
Before you could step forward to question her, your gaze gradually turning cold—
Avida, the Loyal Thousand Sons warrior holding the Golden Power Maul in his palm, his expression clearly more grave, immediately drove his scorched Power Armor over to you.
"Little Khan, this woman had plotted alone for a long time. We unexpectedly foiled her scheme to destroy the Artificial Space Station, but the Psychic Sorcery we unleashed affected some of the Black Glazed Throne's ancient maintenance mechanisms. Once this ancient creation has been activated, it can no longer be stopped!"
"Given such a dangerous situation, I believe Yasu Gai and I should handle it. As a Primarch, you need not bear such enormous risk!"
However, the moment Avida finished speaking—
You took a deep breath and stared at him as you said solemnly, "Rest assured, last of the Loyal Thousand Sons. My Psykic Power