Perturabo, Dorn Is Here!

Lox stood atop the walls of the Lion's Gate, watching with satisfaction as Adam commanded the Iron Men in an orderly advance across the battlefield.

Whether in personal combat or command ability, Adam had performed exceptionally well, creating an enormous advantage for the Imperial forces.

If time had not been so short and the manufactorums could have produced more Iron Men, Adam's abilities would have been displayed even more perfectly.

Within the limits of his capabilities, he had pushed these tens of thousands of Iron Men to their utmost.

Wearing a proud, smug expression, Lox muttered to the empty air before him.

"Did you see that, Vashtorr? My creations are far superior to those so-called daemon engines you fashioned. Trash is still trash. No amount of trash will undergo a qualitative change."

"I'll keep my eye on you and restrict your Soul Forges at every turn. As long as I'm here, don't even think about completing your path to ascension."

"The faction you bet on has already played every card it could use. What about you? Why don't you even dare show yourself? You don't dare face the Emperor, so how do you dare dream of becoming one point of the Chaos Star?"

"The Emperor was right about you. You're just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

While the battlefield ahead raged fiercely, Lox did not waste his time in the rear. At this moment, he was exerting the full power of his authority to counter Vashtorr's corruption.

In a way, they were suffering from the same affliction. The Emperor was currently in the Imperial Palace, fighting Horus and the four Chaos Gods behind him, while Lox was on the front lines battling that damned Vashtorr.

Ever since the Emperor had entrusted him with the authority