Red Scars Warrior: Magnus's Blade!

At that moment, Wolf Rorschach, who had been sitting on the ground, swiftly drove his Master-crafted Power Armor, its ceramite surface covered in cracks, and leapt to his feet.

He abruptly extended a ceramite hand and gripped a Frost Axe from atop the rubble, its sharp blade constantly flashing with a cold gleam.

Then, Wolf Rorschach swept his gaze back and forth before fixing it on the Red Scars Warriors clad in blue-and-gold Power Armor, muttering instinctively:

"Red Scars Warriors... Magnus's Blade?"

"They're nothing but soulless Power Armor puppets!"

The next second, before Wolf Rorschach could even issue the necessary warning.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Amid the piercing scraping sounds of sharp claws raking across jagged boulders.

Over a hundred massive, towering wolf-brothers swiftly sprang from the rubble where they had concealed themselves.

They all threw back their heads and released long, desolate wolf howls, then charged without hesitation toward the oncoming Chaos Beasts and Red Scars Warriors with agile, nimble Combat Charges!

At the same time, Wolf Rorschach, having reactivated his Master-crafted Power Armor, immediately moved his mag-boots and swung the Frost Axe in his hand with all his strength.

Like a steel train, he launched an incomparably ferocious attack at the nearest Red Scars Warrior.

To be honest, as long as Daemon Prince Magnus himself did not personally enter the fray.

Neither the wolf-brothers of the Thirteenth Great Company nor Wolf Rorschach cared much about attacks from any enemy.

Even if these Red Scars Warriors known as Magnus's Blade, in some sense, bore part of Magnus's will within their soulless puppet bodies and were essentially Chaos puppets directly controlled by him.

Thud, thud, thud—

Mag-boots stomped across the desolate ground saturated with Chaos power, kicking up clouds of red dust.

Rorschach, his expression cold, swiftly whirled the Frost Axe