It rose up and became an active volcano again, a real volcano!"

But he couldn't do it, there were only five of them, they couldn't take out all the fools, and as an Astartes, some unspeakable code prevented him from attacking the unarmed people of the Emperor.

Hathor waved his hands. After laughing, he was still in a bad mood because of this deep-rooted stupidity.

"Then let them die!"

Hathor had heard about Ms. Morgan's reputation long before he came to Dawn Star.

When they lowered their heads and lined up to walk towards the Storm Bird, Thousand Sons couldn't help but whisper in Morgan's ear.

She spoke vaguely, but Hathor did not choose to ask more questions: For some reason, he always felt a certain fear when facing this face that didn't know how to smile.

Anxiety continued to invade Hathor's brain.

Above this rotten thing, the sky has shown something bad. Anyone with normal vision can see that the gas lingering on the top of the mountain is gradually turning into some kind of sickly yellow color. Behind them is

There are layers of floating volcanic ash, and even lightning and storms mixed in.

Hathor captured some information.

"Yes, both of you."

Ahriman first confirmed this, and then continued to speak in a casual tone. Hathor could hear hoarse orders and the noisy movement of people around him.

"Perturabo is here, and his Iron Warriors."
Chapter completed!