"Omega" strode forward, his eyes warily sweeping the surroundings.
For the past thirty-seven minutes, the Shadows of Order had launched attack after attack.
Even after activating full optical camouflage, they had still failed to shake off the Shadows of Order.
They were like a pack of wolves moving through a steel jungle, launching relentless attacks from burning furnace wreckage, collapsed ruins, and other places.
As "Omega" pondered, a projectile suddenly flashed past the corner of his eye.
Boom!
Just as "Omega" was about to react, everything before his eyes went black.
His chest exploded, and his thoughts slowly sank into darkness.
I'm wearing Father's armor, armor forged specifically for a Primarch. Why did a single bullet break through my defenses?
His vision blurred as he swept his eyes over the scarlet warning runes flashing across the tactical interface.
Chest plate shattered! That Librarian's earlier attack—damaged the chest plate— But there was no visible damage—why—how did he discover it—
"Omega" slowly fell, seeing a black combat boot slam onto the ground before darkness swallowed his consciousness.
Thibault, First Company Captain of the 7th Legion, strode over as the "Reapers" continuously pulled their triggers.
Deadly bullets struck the weak points in the Headhunters' armor with perfect precision, reaping enemy after enemy.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the hands of the Honor Guard, surging molten streams swallowed Mark VI Power Armor.
After picking up the power crystal bestowed by the Black Emperor, Thibault walked to the enormous corpse.
He recalled the battle just now and the information granted by the Black Emperor.
They weren't the real Alpharius and Omega, but Alphas whose bodies had grown after drinking Primarch blood.
They should be brought back to meet my lord.
Three standard hours later, in the Primarch's office aboard the Shadow of the Throne.