In the light of the teleportation, an ultramarine Power Fist smashed towards Star Reaver Harkon.
Harkon instinctively drew the Hell Spear plunged into the hive city spire, intending to block the Power Fist.
But that chaos relic, which had tasted the blood of monarchs, daemons, alien Overlords, and Chaos Lords, was smashed, pierced, and reduced to a heap of scrap metal by the Power Fist in the blink of an eye.
Harkon noticed the Ultramarines symbol on the Power Fist.
In an instant, Harkon identified the person in the teleportation light.
Among the Ultramarines, the one skilled in using a Power Fist was clearly Chapter Master Marius Calgar of the Ultramarines.
But Harkon was not afraid. What if it was Calgar?
He had sworn to Warmaster Abaddon to deliver this planet within eighty days. After eighty sunrises and sunsets, this planet would become a dark jewel in the Warmaster's crown.
No one could stop Harkon, not even the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines.
"Calgar————— Hmm?" Harkon watched the gradually dissipating teleportation light. A figure even larger than Harkon's mutated body slowly emerged from the teleportation light.
Harkon had heard that Calgar had been on the brink of death several times, and most of his body had been transformed into machinery, making his physique enormous.
But... but this was too enormous, wasn't it?!
Harkon almost felt as if he were standing before a majestic giant god from ancient myths.
Especially when that giant god's eyes, beneath his golden short hair, stared at him.
Harkon only felt as if he was being gazed upon by a profound monarch whose mind held only cold calculations, and this monarch only wanted to bring him death.
Roboute Guilliman.
It was not the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines who appeared before Harkon, but the Primarch of the Ultramarines.
Harkon's expression froze for a moment.
No, he should calm down.
The great Warmaster Abaddon had once said that Guilliman was not skilled in combat among the Primarchs.
Perhaps he, Harkon, the Warmaster's herald and announcer, could offer the Warmaster the head of a Primarch as—
The Hand of Dominion seized Harkon's head. Harkon didn't even understand when the Primarch had begun to move.
The Primarch's fingers tightened, and Harkon felt his vision go higher, higher, higher, until his head, still connected to his spine, detached from his body.
In orbit above Watch Station, on Macragge's Honour,
Alexander made sounds of exclamation as he looked at this row of heads.
An Aeldari Autarch, a Nurgle's Garden Chaos Lord, a plague Raven Chaos Lord, an Iron Warriors daemonculaba, an Ork Warboss, and various high-ranking genestealers members.
Basically, all the leaders of the factions opposing the Imperium on the entire Watch Station had been decapitated by Guilliman.
Then Alexander looked at the last head, which was the head of a Chaos Lord.
Seeing that head, Alexander was slightly dazed for a moment.
"Isn't this my Eighty Brother?" Alexander recognized the face. This Chaos Lord had a miniature in Alexander's previous life, so Alexander had seen this face before.
"Eighty?" Guilliman raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Star Reaver Harkon, Abaddon's mouthpiece. Every time he invades a planet, he plunges his spear into the crust and declares that he will destroy the planet within eighty days and nights," Alexander explained.
"..He landed on this planet for less than a minute before I took his head," Guilliman said calmly.
Relying on the anywhere door, the search stick, Blind Spot Star, and intelligence from the Harlequins, Guilliman had taken out the enemy high command on Watch Station in just half an hour.
Originally, Guilliman had planned to rely on the Harlequins to launch a swift decapitation strike to defend Watch Station.
But unexpectedly, the Harlequins were backstabbed by the Aeldari. Guilliman thought about this for three days and three nights but still couldn't understand the Aeldari's reasoning.
Clearly, the last three intact gods of the Aeldari, Laughing God Cegorach, had formed a partnership with the Imperium; the Aeldari God of Death was now Alexander; and Isha was offline in Nurgle's Garden.
Logically, even if these Aeldari didn't help, they shouldn't cause trouble.
But the result was that these Aeldari not only refused to acknowledge Alexander as the Aeldari God of Death—which was understandable since Alexander himself didn't feel like a god—
But the Aeldari also showed contempt for Cegorach, blindly worshipping gods like Asuryan who were already in Slaanesh's belly, and looking down on Cegorach, whom Guilliman considered a god who had devoted himself to the Aeldari. This was truly incomprehensible to Guilliman.
They also believed that the Harlequins serving and cooperating with humans was a defilement of the Aeldari's nobility and must be severely punished, which hindered the Harlequins' operations.
Fortunately, Guilliman now had Sanguinius propping up half of the Imperium, and Alexander's series of items had improved the Imperium's administrative and military efficiency. Guilliman was able to take time to personally resolve the problem of Watch Station, preventing the war from dragging into a long and tedious state.
The only thing Guilliman regretted was that Abaddon had not personally intervened, only sending Star Reaver Harkon. Otherwise, Guilliman wouldn't mind removing a scourge for the Imperium.
"But you, why did you suddenly come to find me?"
Guilliman summoned Cato Sicarius, indicating for him to throw these heads onto Watch Station to deter the Imperium's enemies and boost the Imperium's morale.
However, if he had known Alexander was coming earlier, he wouldn't have needed to collect these heads one by one.
Alexander had brought a large number of World Eaters troops; the Conqueror was leading the fleet in battle.
In addition, Alexander had also visited the Dark Angels fleet within the system and, through some unknown method, convinced the Dark Angels to begin obeying orders and hunting Orks.
"I am about to fall into slumber," Alexander said, staring at Guilliman.
"Slumber?" Guilliman frowned slightly. Some not-so-pleasant memories suddenly surfaced in his mind.
He seemed to see the Emperor sitting withered on the Golden Throne and himself lying in a Static Field for ten thousand years.
"Is something wrong with you?" Guilliman was a bit anxious. "Is it something on the Warp level?"
He knew that Sanguinius and Alexander were building faith directed at Alexander. He didn't understand much about the Warp and hadn't expressed opposition, but he was still somewhat worried.
"No, don't worry," Alexander shook his head, simply telling Guilliman the specific reason.
Before using the three years neet pillow, he couldn't determine exactly how long he would sleep, but with the Mad Clock to adjust time, it wouldn't be too long.
"You know what items the Future Department Store has. Make a list for me of the items I might need during my slumber, and I will exchange them."
"I have a way to solve the money problem, but I need you to arrange a team of guards for me. I might need to enter the Eye of Terror for a trip."
"You want to enter the boundary between the Warp and reality?" Guilliman frowned. "That's too dangerous. I can spare a few hours. Should I accompany you? Or maybe Sanguinius could..."
"No, no need," Alexander shook his head. "There's a piece of news I haven't told you yet..."
Guilliman noticed that Alexander's tone was a bit strange. Guilliman instinctively felt a sense of unease.
He cautiously asked, "Is it bad news, or good news?"
"It's good with a touch of bad, and bad with a touch of good, but the bad isn't purely bad, and the good isn't purely good."
"You might be a little happy, but it's also unlikely that you'll be happy."
Alexander uttered a string of vague words.
But sweat broke out on Guilliman's forehead. He already had a rough idea of what Alexander wanted to say.
Alexander was silent for a moment, then quietly reached into his four-dimensional pocket.
The four-dimensional pocket suddenly expanded, and an elder, clad in dark green Power Armor, with hair interwoven with gold and white, a beard circling his face, and eyes closed in slumber, was pulled out of the pocket by Alexander.
Guilliman looked at that face, like an aged Lion.
"*Macragge Swear Word*" Guilliman instantly dropped his politician's mask and instinctively cursed aloud.