Within the cold void.
Cobra-class Destroyers and Sword-class Frigates carrying Astartes Combat Squads repeatedly departed from the Legion Fleet.
It was said that at the fleet's peak, fifty vessels had simultaneously been deployed across entirely different Imperial Worlds, carrying out combat support missions that ranged from exceedingly difficult to remarkably easy.
This allowed large numbers of Astartes Recruits who had just arrived from the homeworld to rapidly grow into battle-hardened veterans.
Meanwhile, most veterans who formed the backbone of the legion either died in battle or, after suffering severe wounds, chose to undergo Primaris Transformation in order to increase their strength.
Fortunately, under the effects of the vast quantities of Heart-shaped Herb, Super Soldier Serum, and other supplementary drugs sent from the homeworld,
the risks of Primaris Transformation had gradually been reduced to around ten percent. Even if someone was unlucky enough to fail the transformation, there was still panacea to heal their physical injuries, preventing them from dying on the operating table.
This dull and tedious life had become the daily routine of the Astartes within the fleet.
Each company conducted live-combat training against the others, boarded ships to join battles, and then either died in combat or returned successfully.
They then waited for the next combat mission during breaks in training, until death finally brought everything to an end.
And this was the destiny of countless Astartes: to devote themselves wholeheartedly to The Emperor, the Primarchs, and the Imperium of Man, until death.
Bzzzz—
Within the Primarch's Private Palace, Rorschach's enormous body sat upon a massive Metal Throne.
Inside this dimly lit, empty chamber,
he tightly gripped a Hypercube Labyrinth that slowly emitted a green glow in one enormous palm.
At this moment, Rorschach's eyes were slightly closed.
His consciousness was directing a vast amount of Shadow Power