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"Recruit, the Astartes Codex is only a set of rules. My brother Guilliman wrote it merely as a reference for you Astartes, not for you to worship as an unchangeable, rigid dogma!"

You looked down impassively at the Ultramarines recruit lying on the ground.

You had no choice but to forcibly suppress the murderous urge to slap his head clean off, then spoke flatly.

"Recruit, you have not learned to trust the veterans beside you, your Battle Brothers. You have not chosen to trust your superior, Captain Titus. You would trust your Company Commander and Librarian even less. And now, you do not even trust the Honored Primarch? As an Astartes, you have failed completely. As an Ultramarine, you are absolutely unqualified!"

At that moment, the Ultramarines veteran standing nearby delivered a fierce rebuke to the recruit on the ground, as though furious that he had failed to meet expectations.

Next Moment, Captain Titus, gripping a Thunder Hammer in his palm, slowly rose from the ground in his damaged Power Armor.

He first swept his gaze over your utterly expressionless bronze face, then stared at the recruit whose expression kept shifting.

However, just as Captain Titus secretly gritted his teeth and prepared to raise the Thunder Hammer in his hand—

You suddenly stopped him and spoke to everyone before you.

"Although the recruit's words and actions were highly problematic, he was not entirely wrong about some things... This body of mine has already suffered Chaos pollution and corruption. It absolutely cannot be kept and must be destroyed as soon as possible."

The moment your words fell—

Captain Titus and the Ultramarines veteran, their expressions growing increasingly terrified, hurriedly turned around and drove their Power Armor forward before dropping to one knee in your direction.

"Absolutely not, Honored Primarch—"

"You are