"Here it comes, here it comes, the classic famous scene."
"Quick, take photos, record videos. This historic moment must be posted on the official forum."
"Among Khorne's subordinates, this person can be called the bravest."
"What is this person's name, to have such courage?"
"Before you upload, send it to Old Thirteen first."
"Wow, you are too malicious. Old Thirteen will definitely be devastated."
"Khorne: Warrior, I am willing to accept your blessing!"
"Warrior: No, you are not worthy."
"You guys, have you gone against the heavens, right! You want Khorne to accept a blessing, and he's not worthy!"
"…"
The Players who had been fighting until now were all exhausted, covered in wounds and blood.
But this did not affect their enjoyment.
If such a classic scene was not recorded, it would truly be a pity.
In the Players' camera lenses, the Khorne Berserker, clad in scarlet armor, flew up and charged directly at the Primarch.
He had the feeling of a lone warrior challenging a god of destruction.
Guilliman moved.
His flaming sword traced a phantom arc in mid-air.
The proud Berserker was cut in half at the waist, split into two, and both parts were flung by immense force to the ground far away.
Only Alex and the Cultists of Death present saw this thunderous strike.
Thousand Faces, the Death God's Chosen Champion, and Yvraine, the Daughter of Shadows who had interned in Gomorrah, both showed expressions of shock.
They had all deeply explored the Path of the Warrior, and had thoroughly studied the art of slaughter.
However, they discovered a tragic truth: all killing techniques were meaningless in the face of absolute power and speed.
The Primarch's speed was too fast.
Even they could only barely catch glimpses of his afterimages.
No wonder the Human Emperor could launch the Great Crusade with the help of the Primarchs, establishing a grand empire in just over two hundred years.
If not for the Horus Heresy, it would have been a simple matter for the Human Empire to rule the entire galaxy, because the Primarchs were demigods walking upon Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
The sound of the body hitting the ground broke the spell of silence.
"Kill him."
A grotesque-faced sorcerer in bone-spiked armor waved his staff, issuing the command.
The Chaos Space Marines fearlessly charged towards the Primarch, firing their plasma and melta weapons.
They would accept any price if it meant killing Guilliman.
Several sorcerers chanted ancient evil incantations, drawing energy from the Warp, intending to summon Chaos Daemons to deal with the Primarch.
Before launching their assault on the Primarch's temple, the Chaos faction had sacrificed all tens of thousands of captured Imperial slaves.
This was also why Masked Dancer and her handmaidens could enter the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
As the sorcerers chanted, the effects of the blood sacrifice were utilized to their fullest.
The sky tore open, emitting paradoxical radiance.
Unclean energy surged out through the rift.
The entire hall began to tremble and shake.
Pillars cracked from bottom to top.
The dome shattered, and large chunks of debris fell.
Shadows moved within the temple.
Darkness rolled, spreading along the walls, devouring all forms and dissolving all light.
The expanding shadows shrieked, their voices like wind whistling through skeletal teeth.
Hideous demons took shape at a visible rate.
Alex twirled his spear, thrusting it sharply at Masked Dancer, forcing her back, then flapped his wings and flew up.
"Protect your loyal followers, Human Emperor."
As Alex whispered, a golden radiance suddenly erupted.
A golden sun slowly rose.
The forming demons shrieked in agony.
The golden sun did not last long.
It transformed into a rain of light, showering over the entire Hera Fortress.
The veil between Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) and the Warp was torn.
Not only were the demons enhanced, but Alex also received the Emperor's blessing.
Normally, performing such large-scale prayers and blessings would consume an astronomical amount of power.
But with the Warp rift open, it only required a small price to cast.
As the golden light fell, the previously exhausted Imperial loyalists suddenly felt an endless surge of power into their bodies.
Fatigue vanished, replaced by abundant vitality.
Fear dissipated, blood boiled, and endless courage was born from within.
Even their weapons received blessings, doubling their damage against demons and even allowing them to easily land critical hits.
"As expected of the strongest healer, Guide is forever awesome."
Zigman shouted, exhilarated.
"With this healing power, if we get resurrection spells later, entering the Warp won't be a dream."
Old Bird nodded in deep agreement.
"I suddenly remembered Anduin Wrynn. The Queen's actions were fierce, but her score was 0-5. She finally managed to kill a group of Alliance dogs, but then the other side used a Holy Light ultimate, and they all resurrected."
Tenjiro casually released a bolt of lightning, sending the charging Chaos Space Marines flying.
"We must work hard! The harder the Players work, the faster Guide's strength will increase."
"Before, he could only fight Mutants, but now he can go back and forth with a Khorne Greater Daemon, and even cast such large-scale AoE skills."
"Raising a Living Saint, it's up to us." Twisted person shouted, "For feeding Guide, charge!"
"That's called support." Warmaster corrected, "Be careful, Guide might zap you."
"…"
Sometimes, having too good hearing isn't a good thing.
Some things are better left unclear, otherwise, it's too unpleasant.
These guys dared to scheme against him like this, they were truly rebelling.
Alex silently grumbled in his heart.
He planned to send these guys to the frontier as soon as he got back, to suffer, and to dig for STCs and find technological treasures for Cortana.
Of course, it couldn't be too obvious; he'd have to issue a quest.
That way, these little leeks wouldn't have any objections; instead, they would be grateful to Guide for giving them such a quest.
Guilliman looked at Alex with some surprise.
How many things had happened during his years of slumber?
Why was this person so much like his brothers?
And why could he perform such miracles?
Guilliman's heart was full of confusion.
If he weren't on the battlefield right now, he would truly want to grab the other party and ask for a complete explanation.
Guilliman decided to sort through all his questions later.
What he had to do now was focus on the battle.
Guilliman looked at the enemy, his eyes burning with fury, and he charged at them with the Emperor's Sword.
The Chaos Space Marines leveled their guns and fired, a torrent of bolter rounds sweeping towards him.
The powerful bolter rounds exploded on the Primarch's armor, but none could penetrate the invulnerable plating.
Accompanied by a pure and intense roar of rage, the Primarch slammed into the enemy ranks.
The Emperor's Sword swung, severing a Berserker's axe.
Half of his body was cut open, and crimson blood splattered.
A fist equipped with the Gauntlets of Ultramar landed on a Chaos Terminator.
The body of that Chaos worshiper flew out like a cannonball, smashing several marble pillars, and was in tatters when it hit the ground.
Every one of Guilliman's strikes was as fast as lightning.
The superhuman senses of the traitors, who had received the Emperor's gift and the blessings of the Dark Gods, couldn't even track the Primarch's movements.
Like a leisurely stroll, or a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wherever he went, traitors instantly turned into chunks of flesh encased in armor, the process so brief it was startling.
"Is this the strength of a Primarch?"
The Warmaster's face showed shock.
It took him a lot of effort to kill just one!
Yet Guilliman just mowed through them, swish, swish, swish, like he was in a hack-and-slash game.
No one could stand against him, not even get close.
Even the Chaos traitors who were lucky enough to successfully counterattack before dying only managed to bounce off the Primarch's Armor of Fate or break their blades.
"Guilliman isn't even the fiercest in combat.
What would it be like if the Lion came?"
The Bald Donkey muttered quietly, then shouted, "Fire in the hole!" and threw a melta bomb at the enemy.
"The Lion will definitely be resurrected, but he's old.
I think his combat power shouldn't be as good as Guilliman's."
Tenjiro clenched his hand.
In the distance, the helmet of a Chaos Space Marines crumpled, and the head inside turned to pulp.
The Warmaster disagreed with Tenjiro.
"Lion El'Jonson can even fight an ascended Angron and drove him away, so how could he not be able to defeat Guilliman?"
"..."
Witnessing the invincible might of the Primarch, and with Alex's empowerment, the loyalist soldiers were reinvigorated and fiercely charged at the enemies before them.
Commander Calgar charged alongside his Primarch, roaring at the enemy.
His Power Fists were enormous, with underslung bolters, jokingly called "Titan Slayers" by the Players.
Their immense power could smash a Terminator's head, and the underslung bolters could create a barrage of bullets, shredding enemies to pieces.
He apologized to everyone for his earlier recklessness.
If not for Chief Librarian Tigurius's persistence, the Primarch would never have returned.
"We almost made a huge mistake."
Commander Calgar felt some guilt, which he then transformed into wrath, unleashing it even more fiercely upon the traitors.
Celestine hummed a holy hymn, slaughtering enemies while keeping an eye on the Primarch's movements.
As a faithful follower, her long-cherished wish was once again realized: a beloved son of the God-Emperor, a demigod of the battlefield, would wield authority and lead the Human Empire to victory over the darkness that gnawed at humanity day and night.
The Battle Sisters followed closely by her side.
"Thank you," Celestine prayed to the God-Emperor.
"Thank you for sending him back to us, my Emperor.
How are we worthy of such love from you?"
The fire of faith burned on Celestine, and golden light shone from her eyes.
She once again wielded her flaming sword and charged at the enemy, slaying the foes of Chaos in the name of the God-Emperor.
Greyfax watched this scene, continuously pulling the trigger, shooting down Heretics from all directions with her bolter.
"I was wrong," Greyfax shouted.
"You and the Guide are both manifestations of the Emperor's will; I was too foolish."
"Vigilance is not a sin," Celestine said, uncaring.
"Your loyalty has long been recognized."
Amaric and the others showed excited expressions.
The return of a Primarch would change the current battlefield situation, tilting the scales of victory in their favor.
Grand Master Woldaes of the Grey Knights impaled a demon with a spindle-shaped body and oozing flesh with his halberd, then cleaved a blood-and-smoke hound with a gaping maw.
Other Grey Knights rushed from various parts of Hera Fortress to provide him with support.
"Kill those sorcerers," Woldaes pointed at the Chaos Sorcerers.
"They are anchor points; if we don't eliminate them, demons will keep pouring in."
Meanwhile, Alex, having unleashed his large-scale abilities, held his war spear and the Holy Judgement Blade, and once again fought the Masked Dancer.
Thousand Faces, Yvraine, and other Aeldari skilled in the way of the warrior assisted from the side.
They harbored deep hatred for the Masked Dancer, who had corrupted the soul circuits of the Biel-Tan craftworld, causing countless souls to be devoured by the Prince of Pleasure.
Such blood feuds, they would never forget.
The Masked Dancer danced with her weapons, blending slaughter and art, fighting Alex and the others alone.
As the battle reached a fever pitch, and the Imperial forces gradually regained control of the battlefield, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A dozen more Hell Talons landed, making deafening sounds.
The hatches opened, and numerous Chaos Space Marines poured out.
They came from various legions, their only commonality being their hatred for the Human Empire.
A towering Chaos warlord emerged from a Hell Talon drop pod, followed by five three-meter-tall war machines armed with destructive weapons.
He was one of the Chaos warlords invading Macragge, the Warsmith Honsou.
Honsou looked around, his gaze falling on Guilliman.
"The Despoiler said the age of Primarchs was over, and I have always believed that statement deeply."
"In this era, what good is it if you've even resurrected?"
"Your head shall be taken by me, the Warsmith, Honsou."
The Players' eyes widened when they heard the newcomer's words.
"My goodness, is this the legendary 'Bastard' Honsou?"
"The notorious Chaos villain rumored to sit at a table with Ahriman, Kor Phaeron, Fabius Bile, and Lucius?"
"Holy moly, this is the only ruthless person who, with two bullets, wouldn't shoot Ahriman twice, but would shoot him once."
"When I saw the Daemonculaba back then, I felt physically sick."
"Isn't this guy a bit too arrogant? How dare he declare the age of Primarchs over in front of Guilliman?"
"Honsou hasn't experienced the Great Crusade or the Horus Heresy; he hasn't felt the power of a Primarch, so how would he know how strong a Primarch is?"
"Another spectacle has appeared.
I think Honsou is now qualified for Khorne's blessing."