"They were too powerful... too terrifying..." Such thoughts inevitably arose in the rebels' minds.
Were they friend or foe?
The question lingered in their hearts.
They soon learned the answer.
Simulation Yun Ming fixed his scarlet eyes on them and let out a dark, chilling laugh. "Hehehe..."
The next second, Simulation Yun Ming sprang forward, wielding the Blood Blade that had just slaughtered countless Ultramarines as he pounced on the rebels like a ferocious beast.
"Fire!" The rebels had already been on high alert when they saw him charge toward them.
Without the slightest hesitation,
they raised their bolters and opened fire wildly at Simulation Yun Ming.
Their bolts were no different from those of the loyalists—equally pale and powerless.
It was as if some unseen will were interfering with everything.
The bolts always missed their mark.
Even when bolts occasionally rained down on Simulation Yun Ming, they could not harm him in the slightest. Those bolts were nothing more than harmless fireworks, unable to touch his indestructible body.
Simulation Yun Ming was like a merciless grim reaper, slaughtering these traitors in the same manner.
The Power Sword in his hand looked even more savage against the backdrop of blood.
The traitors cleaved in half fell like puppets with severed strings, their armor and steel plates shattered into fragments beneath Simulation Yun Ming's terrifying strength.
Following in the Ultramarines' footsteps, the forces of Chaos also fell one by one beneath Simulation Yun Ming's blade.
Seeing the situation turn against them, some scheming Word Bearers shoved the rage-addled World Eaters and the cruel-by-nature Night Lords to the front while they took the chance to flee.
But Simulation Yun Ming slaughtered too quickly. Before the Word Bearers could get far, more than half of the traitors covering their retreat had already been