Nova Cannon, Blast Them to Hell!

At the same time, countless data codes and bridge systems seemed to fall into an uncontrollable state of chaos.

And within every projection device that had activated on its own,

the image of a massive figure seated upon a throne of flesh piled high with countless mortal corpses swiftly emerged!

At that moment, whether it was Rorschach and the others who had just arrived on the bridge,

or the mortal crew members present, all of them clearly saw that familiar figure radiating a wicked aura from head to toe!

It was the true Daemon Primarch, the Fallen Emperor Phoenix, Chaos Fulgrim!

"Traitor—"

At that instant, Fulgrim, unconsciously tightening his grip around the Sonic Sword in his palm, suddenly let out a low roar.

His expression was utterly furious as he glared at his former self, a traitor to humanity, wishing he could charge forward and fight him to the death at once!

Yet Rorschach, standing beside him, was the calmer one.

With an indifferent expression, he raised a Vibranium hand and held it before Fulgrim's breastplate, signaling him not to act rashly.

At the same time, his gaze turned swiftly toward Tyberus, who stood nearby.

It had to be said that Tyberus truly deserved to be called the trusted commander who had followed Rorschach the longest.

The muscles on his deathly pale face twitched slightly.

One ceramite hand hanging at his side made a subtle gesture indicating launch and detonation, having immediately understood the order.

After receiving confirmation from Rorschach's eyes,

Tyberus nodded heavily, immediately powered up his ancient Terminator Armor, turned around, and rushed out of the bridge!

"Tsk, tsk, don't be so tense, my brothers."

"I didn't bring any men, nor do I intend to launch a Boarding Action. Even this temporary body is nothing more than a