Beyond the Mountains, Beyond the Seas, There Lived a Group of Smurfs (1)

Inside Rorschach's Private Palace.

Fulgrim, clad in Purple-Gold Power Armor, was exchanging opinions with Rorschach beside him, discussing their next combat assignment.

By now, the Primarch fleet had cruised through the Far Eastern Sector for long enough, saving one Imperial World after another from the brink of collapse.

Although the Astartes' casualties were far from encouraging, their efforts had not been in vain.

Therefore, Rorschach believed it was time for them to change direction.

They would begin advancing toward Imperium Nihilus, which had likewise been cut off by the Great Rift.

However, the only problem was that the Primarch fleet would need a bit of luck to enter Imperium Nihilus.

Because Navigators on the Imperial Dark Side could not see the light of Terra's Astronomican at all, they could only grope their way through blind Warp jumps.

Thud thud thud—

At that moment, heavy footsteps from Power Armor rang out.

A Dark Green Cloak draped over a Plasteel Casing.

Doom's towering body, faintly radiating wisps of green light, slowly entered the Private Palace.

"Doom? Let me guess. Did Trazyn choose to bribe you with Necron technology and send you to persuade me? Come to think of it, I've always been curious. Why does everyone who studies Necron technology in depth gradually start glowing green? I seem to recall Archmagos Cawl being the same way?"

At that moment, Rorschach shifted his gaze away from the star map's routes and stared at the approaching Doom as he spoke calmly.

Fulgrim, standing nearby, also glanced at his Primarch Brother's trusted subordinate.

Something seemed to have come to mind behind those exquisite eyes of his, and a fleeting sigh escaped his lips.

"Lord Rorschach, Trazyn probably has no other options left. It could only place its hopes on me. Not only did it provide