"Trying to run?"
"Where do you think you're going?"
Horus, who had remained motionless until now, finally moved. He walked toward Vashtorr in the tower, while Vashtorr struggled to control everything on the battlefield with Chaos sorcery.
He had been watching the battlefield all along.
His goal was to prevent Vashtorr from leaving, especially from taking those Webway Key fragments.
Buzz!
All of a sudden, Horus and Vashtorr both felt a ripple coming from the Warp.
Vashtorr's Chaos sorcery faltered for an instant.
At that moment.
It was as though some force had absorbed his Chaos sorcery, making his magical control extraordinarily difficult.
An ill omen!
A terrible ill omen!
Dammit!
Damn it!
Detestable!
Vashtorr directly abandoned the Dark Mechanicum.
Those evil members of the Mechanicum now became loyal servants, fending off every attack for Vashtorr.
"Stop them! For the true Omnissiah, destroy the enemies before us!"
"Damn it, why are there so many enemies? Why is their artillery fire so fierce?"
"Stop them! Don't let them hurt my lord!"
Those loyal Dark Mechanicum members controlled their neural-linked armor and marched forward in unison, charging toward the enemy.
But they did not realize that, to Vashtorr, their interception merely made them disposable pawns he could discard at will to ensure his own survival.
Vashtorr had felt the upheaval within the Warp just now.
It seemed as if the Four Gods, in their fury, had truly stirred the powers of the Warp and raised towering waves.
What kind of force could make even the Four Gods rage?
Who had done something?
Clearly, what was happening here could not possibly provoke the Four Gods' wrath.
Even the failure of the Great Game would not anger them.
The only thing that could truly enrage the Four Gods was a grave affront to their