Victor had made his meaning perfectly clear: no Chaos Warrior could halt the Crimson Tide Warriors' advance.
Neither could any warrior of the Imperium.
If they rebelled, it would deal the Imperium a devastating blow.
The Adeptus Custodes had to fulfill their duty and keep them under constant surveillance.
If they rebelled, the outcome would be the same for the Adeptus Custodes.
Whether they fought the Custodes at the Imperial Palace after annihilating the Imperium, or both sides clashed at the very beginning of the rebellion.
Victor would return to the Crimson Tide, taking along the two brothers still searching for clues on the Chapter's Homeworld. They had to watch Evan carefully.
The Adeptus Custodes also had to remain ready to provide support at any time. At the first sign of rebellion, they had to destroy them immediately.
There was no evidence that the Crimson Tide really was a force founded on the Emperor's orders. They had only one warrior who had once received his blessing. Guilliman's word alone was no reason to indulge their every wish.
The Biologist sighed. He had just finished working overtime, and now he had to treat Victor too. Couldn't he have chosen a safer fighting style?
Victor: "Hmph. I'm used to the Fire of Cutting. This fighting style goes with an invincible weapon. If I'd had the Fire of Cutting, I'd have cleaved the Marshal alive long ago."
The Marshal was still the Marshal, and Victor was still Victor.
Amid the vast sea of ships, Victor set off for the Chapter's Homeworld.
"Chapter Master, forgive my impertinence, but I still want to know the secret to becoming stronger." Barton stuck close to Evan. Evan had issued a whole jumble of orders, and Barton had followed every one, then eagerly run back as soon