A Spectacle That Ruins the Empire

Rayne stood among the Extreme Warriors, accepting their worship.

He looked at the Extreme Warriors, who were almost as tall as he was even while kneeling, and the Soul Eye saw the changes in some of their beliefs with perfect clarity. As their Primarch, he had subtly changed the symbiotes, who had advanced step by step from ordinary Barbarians to what they were today. This transformation was bound to happen sooner or later.

For him, this was undoubtedly a good thing.

Gileman, the God of Loyalty and Glory, was still sleeping in the Astartes Temple. Rayne did not want the god to suddenly awaken one day and fight him for control of the Extreme Warriors.

If Gileman continued sleeping, they could coexist peacefully.

Otherwise...

Rayne did not mind obtaining another Divine Fire.

"Go, brothers."

He raised his voice. "Go train on the plateau outside. The sooner you become familiar with the Power Armor, the better. There will be many battles waiting for you in the future, along with countless enemies for you to destroy."

"Yes, boss!"

The Extreme Warriors responded with a thunderous roar before rising and entering the Portal leading to the Uninhabited Plateau.

Rayne had two of Rayne's Heavenly Soldiers guide them in their training, then returned to the Mechanical Alchemy Room to continue working. The materials he had collected were enough to make another thirty suits of Power Armor. Many of the components were already finished and awaiting assembly and testing. He aimed to complete everything within three months.

Several days later.

It was a clear day.

The sky was cloudless, and the temperature was neither cold nor hot. It was exceptionally pleasant.

Gotham City was shrouded in a fervent atmosphere. The streets were packed with people, and carriages and vehicles flowed endlessly. Wherever one went, people