We Accept

The immense figures of the Primarchs appeared, standing out starkly amid the battlefield. Their armor was protected as well.

But as Primarchs, their protection was clearly far superior.

The Adepta Sororitas' most devout Canoness was chained to Rogal Dorn's massive shield and armor. A burning stake bearing another Sister had been driven into his back, and golden light thick with faith enveloped his entire body.

Tzeentch's Lord of Change wove deadly sorcery against Rogal Dorn, but the Canoness upon him blocked those attacks herself.

The sorcery caused no harm. The Canoness merely coughed up blood, her face filled only with devotion, showing none of the weakness brought by pain.

Rogal Dorn approached the trembling Lord of Change and effortlessly snapped his neck.

"You have done well." A rare smile appeared on Rogal Dorn's stiff face, and the Canoness mounted upon his armor was immediately moved to tears.

"It is my honor to offer my strength to the Emperor's sons!"

The Imperium's religious worlds provided powerful support for the war. Fanatical crowds had memorized the Emperor's holy words by heart. Even when their throats had become hoarse and they coughed blood, they continued chanting.

A man died prostrate upon the ground. This was his final worship of the Emperor. His corpse was picked out by servo-skulls and, under the watch of an Ecclesiarchy priest, thrown into the flames. The scorched ashes of his bones were sent to the battlefield; Perturabo's shells needed them to strengthen their lethality against daemons...

"Th-this is impossible! This can't happen!" Jaghatai's face had gone pale. He could not bear to think any further. Looking at his brothers, his voice was full of despair.

The other three Primarchs knew where Jaghatai's despair came from. Such things were entirely possible in the present-day Imperium, perhaps even worse.

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