The Primarch's Astartes Legion!

The Primarch's return.

Not only did it immediately fuse the Great White Fleet, which had only just begun to split into factions, back together.

It also completely put the Holy Council of the Archmagi on the Forging world, as well as Forge Master Wesley, who had long resided within the palace, at ease.

No matter what, the oil jockeys of Triple Fahl had no desire to bear the grave charge of causing Honored Primarch's unfortunate disappearance.

And become a thorn in the side of countless Astartes Chapters.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—

Amid the deep, continuous roar of the Vector Engine.

A red-painted Thunderhawk Gunship swiftly departed from the deck of the Battle Barge.

Carrying Rorschach himself and the command echelon of the Blood Ravens into the polluted atmosphere of the Forging world.

After the Thunderhawk Gunship slowly extended its landing gear and landed heavily.

Before Rorschach, clad in Vibranium Power Armor, could even step out of the dimly lit cabin.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—

Within his field of vision.

Blue barriers generated by Teleportation technology began flickering repeatedly around the landing platform.

The next moment, Great White Chapter Master Tyberus, the Terminator Guard, and Raditus, the Servitor Skull hovering in midair.

All revealed their striking forms of varying sizes within the air.

Then, just as a smile appeared at the corner of Rorschach's mouth.

Chapter Master Tyberus and the Terminator Guard swiftly drove their Power Armor forward, dropped to one knee before Rorschach, and lowered their heads to plead guilty before Honored Primarch.

However, Rorschach, who had never cared much about such matters, merely waved a hand.

And let the matter pass entirely.

Next, a large number of small shuttles began appearing overhead.

More Archmagos figures from the Forging world emerged in their strange red robes, arriving in Forge Master Wesley's name