Silver Skulls: Heart of Steel, Skull for the Golden Throne (6)! (Wishing All Students Success in the College Entrance Exams!)

Dark clouds blanketed the gloomy sky.

A superstorm that had been brewing within Planet Xavius for a long time was continuously gathering energy.

Amid the dense rainforest centered around the Silver Skulls' fortress-monastery,

the Metal Fortresses and firepower platforms within a twenty-kilometer radius had fully emerged from concealment.

Large numbers of newly awakened Servitors and cogitator arrays were rapidly receiving orders and updated combat directives.

At the same time, countless Savage Tribes, summoned again and again by the Silver Skulls, arrived upon the grounds of the fortress-monastery.

Every one of them was like an ignorant child.

They kept widening their eyes, glancing back and forth at the Astartes reinforcing the fortress walls and setting up heavy-firepower defense platforms.

And when three massive, ancient Sacred Dreadnoughts slowly marched out from the monastery's underground vaults,

waves of cries and sighs rose repeatedly from the Primitive Savages sitting obediently upon the ground.

Soon afterward, several Silver Skull veterans pushed out an ancient Knowledge Crown originally used to instill combat skills into Astartes Recruits.

They began feeding vast amounts of combat knowledge and battlefield instructions into the surrounding Primitive Savages.

Even though this foreign knowledge would greatly shatter the Primitive Savages' former understanding of the world and their precious memories, the veterans had no intention of stopping.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, most of the Primitive Savages would never live to see the next rainy season.

Rather than die miserably as sacrifices to Chaos, they might as well devote their final lives to the Silver Skulls and the Honored Primarch.

At this moment, Rorschach, clad in Vibranium Power Armor, stood atop the fortress-monastery.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared into the mist-shrouded depths of the distant rainforest.

Faint, indistinct tremors from the bloodline between brothers made him instinctively draw a breath of cold, damp air.