Young Wolf Lord, Ragnar Blackmane!

The entire Primarch fleet continued making blind Warp jumps along the route toward Imperium Nihilus.

The flagship's interior also gradually entered an increasingly hectic state of war preparation.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

As a Warp Portal rapidly opened inside the ceremonial hall,

Warp creatures of terrifying shapes surged out of the Warp Portal like moths rushing toward a flame after spotting a light in the deep sea.

The next second, Astartes Combat Squads wielding melee weapons and Bolters, their Vibranium shields raised, swiftly charged forward.

Like walls of steel, they launched a frenzied assault against the masses of Warp creatures.

The overly frequent portals opened within the Homeworld and the fleet had attracted quite a few Warp creatures.

If these things were not dealt with quickly, even more Chaos Demons would be drawn over.

Once the Warp creatures that had appeared had been almost completely slaughtered by the Astartes,

the Great White Librarians responsible for maintaining the portal gave the signal.

Thud, thud, thud—

One hulking Great White recruit after another, each standing around 2.7 meters tall and clad in iron-gray Power Armor over their muscular bodies, slowly appeared atop the metal floor.

They were the Astartes Recruits created from mortal Berserkers through Augmentation Surgery on the Homeworld!

To a certain extent, aside from being considerably taller than the veterans, these Great White recruits also possessed more astonishing combat statistics on paper.

This was because the Great White recruits had already mastered an active berserk skill comparable to Khorne's blessing.

Although the Great Whites themselves suffered from gray blindness, that genetic flaw could only be passively triggered in desperate situations.

At this moment, Tyberus, the massive Great White Company Commander, stepped forward in ancient Terminator Armor.

He gazed at the Great White recruits before him with great satisfaction.

He immediately began