Hilling Star, Command Throne.
Hua Wei's projection was replaying, with great interest, the spectacular scene of Liang Bing brutally beating Mortarion on Parmenio.
In the footage, the Death Guard lord's signature gas mask had been beaten out of shape. His massive body fled in disgrace beneath spatial leaps and the pursuit of that dark-purple longsword, every clumsy roll accompanied by a flicker of ghostly light in his abdomen and the wail of his very essence.
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of Her Majesty. Even the way she beats people has... artistic flair." A pleased curve lifted Hua Wei's lips as his fingertips lightly tapped the armrest.
The strength Liang Bing had displayed far exceeded his expectations.
Perhaps it was the bonus from the gift pack, or perhaps it was the foundation of her status as the "Apocalypse King." With Apocalypse's computational support, her normal combat power had already firmly reached the Six-Star level.
In this universe, as long as the four Chaos Gods of the Warp did not descend in person, or the one upon the Golden Throne did not personally take the field, Liang Bing could basically go wherever she pleased.
That power was the most valuable strategic deterrent at present.
Enjoyment was enjoyment, but Hua Wei's gaze soon shifted to the broader star map, his brows drawing together slightly.
The troubles before him went far beyond Ultramar.
His gaze focused on another battlefield—the frontline guarded by Spirit of Fire and Hope.
The tendrils representing the Tyranid vanguard, like murky ink spreading through clear water, were silently yet unwaveringly approaching the Baal System!
The homeland of Sanguinius's descendants, the cradle of the Blood Angels Chapter, was facing utter destruction!
His gaze swept across the numbers jumping across the system screen: 42,000,000+ Emotion Points.
The number looked enormous, but when faced