At this moment.
Even Kardan Stronos, the Iron Father, found himself in an emotional paradox that defied his mechanical logic.
If they were to deal with this.
Then everyone who had taken part in the war.
Would have to be dealt with.
And many of them were Chapters they had personally brought here—the Astra Militarum, the Imperial Guard, the Penitent Legion.
These were the Empire's elite. To execute them all was difficult to accept.
But if these Chapter elites were spared.
Then the entire Empire would likely be unable to accept them, and it would become the greatest rift between the Chapters and the Empire.
This hidden danger would sooner or later become the beginning of turmoil between the Chapters and the Empire.
Stronos looked toward the other Chapter Masters. "How should we deal with this?"
His voice was not transmitted over the channel, but the others understood that this was something they needed to do with their own hands.
The Red Scorpions.
As one of the most extreme Chapters.
Their very purpose was to prove their purity toward the Empire.
And now, everything about them could no longer prove the purity of their bodies and souls.
Before Chapter Master Sabius.
Valsas, Captain of the Red Scorpions' Second Company, knelt on one knee before him.
The grand ritual of Tzeentch lurked within his arm. His body was still being corroded by Warp psychic energy, and he had begun to show signs of Chaos's nightmarish transformation. Upon the burned-out Purity Seal, a black mark of Chaos had been branded into his Power Armor and soul.
His eyes spoke of a final loyalty, suppressing the rage in his heart as he allowed the Chapter Master before him to judge his purity before the Emperor.
"Chapter Master, please help us."
"..."
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