Even though the Astartes offspring slaughtering vast numbers of civilians were utterly shocked that you had torn one of the Emperor's Custodian Guards into bloody chunks of flesh,
those who remained loyal to you still carried out your order to kill until the very end.
By the time there was no living human left within the range of their lenses,
the Astartes, their white Plasteel Casings stained crimson with blood, swiftly returned to your side.
At this moment, even Kharn, who had always obeyed your every command, began earnestly trying to persuade you.
Their central aim was to make you admit your mistake to the Emperor, then return to the Legion and lead more offspring in the Great Crusade.
However, with the Butcher's Nails humming within you, you merely revealed a bloodthirsty, twisted smile by instinct.
You opened your blood-red eyes wide and growled at them in a deep voice.
Until all of Nuceria had been utterly destroyed, you would not leave this world.
You immediately led this Combat Squad of Astartes aboard the Thunderhawk Gunship.
You ordered the terrified crew to head for Desha, Nuceria's Capital City.
You intended to return to that immense city, which had left such a deep impression on you, and take command of part of your Warhound Legion.
In truth, the Emperor had never left the command carrier Emperor's Dream, which remained in low orbit.
The ones who had come to meet the High Riders were Custodian Commander Constantin Valdor, known as the Lord Commander, and an entire company of the Warhound Legion.
You believed that the Emperor's psychic power was enough for him to know of every killing you were currently carrying out.
And as long as he did not intervene to stop you, that represented tacit approval.
Not long afterward, you and