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In the brightly lit large Training Ground.

Rorschach, wearing no Power Armor, wielded a Scythe of Blood wreathed in green light and a Forgebreaker Warhammer entwined with Thunder Serpents, swinging them back and forth.

Amid sharp buzzing sounds that tore through the air and howling winds from his strikes.

Dozens of Abominants gripping Chainswords in their mechanical tentacles were sent flying backward through the air like scattered flowers before crashing heavily onto the metal floor.

The next second, Rorschach, his Beast Instinct taking effect, suddenly turned his head.

His abruptly swollen mouth shot out a large glob of Sulfuric Saliva like a volley of arrows at an Abominant attempting to sneak up on him!

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

As large amounts of pungent smoke rose up.

More than half of the Metal casing on the Abominant's writhing serpentine body was instantly corroded away.

Then, the Forgebreaker Warhammer clenched in Rorschach's hand, carrying a terrifying howl and striking Thunder Serpents, slammed heavily into the creature's metal head!

Boom!

Once the unfortunate Abominant had been completely wrecked and rendered inoperable.

Rorschach slightly rolled his thick, muscular neck and temporarily stopped repeatedly brutalizing the Intelligent controlled legion.

Then, carrying both melee weapons and swaying his towering body, he turned and walked toward the edge of the Training Ground.

At that moment, many base personnel from the Stormtroopers and the Weepers dispersed from the crowd of onlookers, making way for the Honored Primarch to leave.

The impassive Rorschach also nodded his gray-streaked head at them as he passed by the worshipful crowd.

For the current Rorschach.

The single-type Intelligent controlled legion alone could no longer put him into a combat state.

Of course, it was not that he did not want to spar with the Astartes.

Rather, once melee weapons were used.

Aside from the