In the depths of the cold void.
Several Cobra-class Destroyers in assault formation sped toward the Primarch fleet stationed at the edge of the star system.
Although Shadow Realm Star had inevitably been destroyed.
There had been no further losses apart from the planet itself and several hundred thousand Mortal Warriors.
The results Rorschach and the others had achieved this time could be called exceptionally brilliant.
Even though Chaos Demons and the Tyranid Swarm were nearly impossible to eradicate completely.
The Imperium of Man had endured ten thousand ancient years precisely by patching itself together like this.
And with the victory of this battle.
The anxiety that had long wound around Rorschach's heart seemed to have eased considerably.
At the very least, he no longer had to worry about the whereabouts of the other half of the fleet.
Rorschach believed that Blood Ravens Company Captain Gabriel and Raven Guard Company Commander Sulari were capable enough to handle any situation.
Their two Legion Fleets, forced apart from one another, would eventually reunite on Macragge.
Not long afterward, once everyone had returned to the flagship one after another.
Rorschach did not immediately give the order to set sail.
After discussing matters with Iron Man David, who oversaw the fleet's supplies.
He promptly announced to all Mortal Warrior crewmen and Astartes that a grand barbecue feast open to everyone would be held.
Such a thing was actually quite unfamiliar to the people of the Warhammer Universe.
It was not that ordinary people lacked the desire or means for entertainment.
It was simply that countless Mortal Warrior crewmen and Astartes had long maintained an austere, ascetic life due to their duties and the threat of Chaos corruption.
Thus, Rorschach's proposal was met with enthusiastic support from a great many Mortal Warrior crewmen.
Although quite