Evan strolled leisurely down the main passage. No one was suicidal enough to attack him; merely sensing his approaching anti-psychic power sent them fleeing far away. The warriors in the other passages bore most of the pressure.
Clearing this pleasure paradise would take a very, very long time. Every entertainment facility had to be checked.
Anthony alone faced six suicide assassination attempts, five life-threatening crises, and three threats involving deadly poison during the operation.
The recruits also joined this massive sweep. These Primaris recruits learned quickly, and their combat proficiency improved at a remarkable pace. And!
Some of the Guilliman gene-seed from the Emperor's Spears had also been used. There was no telling how many of those recruits would survive to enter service.
The next round of production would also include Space Wolves gene-seed.
The Chapter advanced little by little through countless pleasure facilities.
They passed through luxurious corridors, slaughtered their way across the Baili South Pole Ice Rink, and fought assassins beneath the hot-spring pools. Without realizing it, the Astartes began to loathe these entertainments. They launched increasingly violent attacks on places that bred nothing but enemies and produced no usable resources.
Unlike their usual operations, Evan ordered no swift Astartes strikes this time. Instead, they attacked inch by inch, inflicting carefully calculated damage on the local facilities. Those luxurious venues were left in a peculiar overlapping state: replacing them was unnecessary, but repairing them was too expensive.
They threw the entire planet into chaos.
Under Slaanesh's corruption, the towering, almost entirely mechanized bodyguards developed closer connections between their bodies and their mechanical augmentations. Flesh and machinery fused together. Filled with a lust for glory, they charged straight into the attacking Astartes.
The covert guards lurking in the shadows, constantly on alert, also joined the fighting. Their presence was