"Heh. I had always believed that faith and religion were a lethal poison that evaporated slowly. But the Imperium of Man today simply could not scrape the bone to remove the poison, so I had also been learning how to control the Imperial Creed, hoping to shape it into a tool of faith for my own use in the future."
"But no matter what, I never expected this."
"A group of Black Templars whose faith had somehow gone astray, yet who remained utterly devout, actually believed Guilliman to be a heretic. I wonder how my Primarch Brother will judge this once he learns of it?"
"I detected no signs of Chaos corruption here, which means this was a decision made from the bottom of your hearts, you traitors?"
"Here is the deal. I will allow the traitors among you to take up melee weapons and resist me. If anyone does not wish to die, then stand where you are and do not move!"
In an instant, enormous bodies formed from strands of black shadow reassembled before dozens of Black Templars.
Rorschach, his expression incomparably cold, spoke calmly to the people ahead.
"A Warp Demon! You dare impersonate the Regent of the Dark!"
"Battle Brothers, take up your weapons and prepare for battle!"
At that moment, Castellan Beonos abruptly changed expression and was the first to swing the Bolter aimed at the neophyte toward Rorschach.
At the same time, he backed away in his Power Armor and roared loudly at those around him.
With his extraordinarily keen senses, Rorschach swiftly noticed every little movement the Black Templars were making.
He first let out a sigh, then shook his head.
From deep within those black eyes formed from countless shadows, an intensely thick killing intent suddenly erupted!
"Hmph. A bunch of fools