Sanguinius: You Are the First to Kill the Wizard Idol

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Raldoron tightened his grip on his Power Sword. "Wizard Idol!"

Since the Great Crusade had begun, there had never been a single conflict in which this foe had been defeated.

Every appearance of this terrifying xenos creation had been accompanied by the annihilation of an entire expeditionary force.

Nimrod stood in midair, taking the towering warrior in blood-red armor into his obsidian eyes, and then recognized his identity.

One of the three champions of the "Great Crusade"—Raldoron.

In his memory, he had stood shoulder to shoulder with Ezekyle Abaddon of the "Luna Wolves" and Sigismund of the "Imperial Fists."

Mm... because of my appearance, there aren't only three champions anymore.

Howard and Bukayo are also often mentioned because of their records of conquest, discussed alongside them.

He gathered his thoughts and looked with a frown toward the elegant Aeldari Titan.

Its right arm held a gleaming Aeldari spear, a Missile Launcher rested on its shoulder, and its left arm had been replaced by a Star Cannon.

Compared with the current Imperial term Raldoron had used, he thought Warlock Titan was a more fitting name.

Buried within the Titan were not Aeldari triplets bound together in life and death, but a mighty warlock.

They retained all their power and combat instincts from when they had been alive.

After taking control of the perfect body made from Wraithbone, their immense power was amplified to a terrifying degree.

The Primarch's consciousness spread out, and then sensed one powerful bound soul after another more than thirty kilometers behind him.

He withdrew his consciousness.

There's no waiting for a Warlord-class Psy-Titan.

With Sanguinius nearby, Nimrod could not unleash his full strength, and had originally intended to leave the Warlock Titan to a Warlord-class Psy-Titan, just as in his memories.

But now, there was no