The Thirty-Six Stratagems: Retreat Is Best!

At that moment, Cypher Rorschach, hearing Primarch Rorschach's order, showed neither hesitation nor doubt.

He casually slung the White Tiger Greatsword across his back, then drew the never-overheating Plasma Pistol and Bolter from his waist. Driving his Power Armor, he broke into a long-striding sprint toward the fiercely contested battlefield in the distance.

Primarch Rorschach, wearing the Skull Helmet, kept a vigilant watch on the surrounding sky and the direction of the explosion's center.

That area was now filled with vast amounts of Chaos Psychic Energy that had yet to fully disperse.

"Thanks, Primarch Brother. If you hadn't come, I probably would've fallen flat on my face today."

At that moment, Wolf Rorschach, his steps somewhat unsteady, arrived beside Primarch Rorschach with the Frost Axe in hand.

His gaze remained fixed on the front as he casually spoke to Primarch Rorschach.

"Helping each other was the promise we made back then. Besides, how could I stay out of a fight against these Traitor Primarchs?"

Rorschach, wearing the Skull Helmet, replied without turning his head.

However, before the grinning Wolf Rorschach could speak again—

The two of them clearly sensed an even denser mass of Chaos Psychic Energy beginning to rage through the air around them!

"Russ above! Is that revolting One-eyed Ogre still not dead?"

At that moment, Wolf Rorschach bared a pair of snow-white fangs and cursed viciously.

"That's because the Eye of Terror is too closely connected to the Warp. If this were the real world, that melta explosion just now would've sent Magnus crawling back to the Crystal Labyrinth!"

"Also, I've noticed that the Chaos Psychic Energy is gathering too quickly. He'll reappear before long. We need to buy the other teams some time to evacuate!"

At that moment, Rorschach lightly shook his Skull Helmet and abruptly