Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 231: The Primarch and the Emperor

The emperor sat on the golden throne. Even if he turned into a mummy, even if he turned into dust, the silver-white light would still not dissipate.

Guilliman looked at his father helplessly. In his memory, the golden giant had been so great and glorious, but now the corpse looked so miserable.

The corners of his mouth moved, but he still didn't say anything. He just listened to the information his father told him through psychic power.

Soon, the Emperor's words changed many times in referring to Guilliman, sometimes referring to him as the Child, the Heir.

Sometimes it is called the Sword of Hope, sometimes it is called Number 13, or it can be called a tool or even a sword.

As Guilliman now faced his father, the dead corpse was replaced by a fiery silver light.

It turned into a huge star, and even Guilliman had to lower his head and dare not face its light.

Next, he saw the star transform into countless faces and then return to silence.

When he was fully aware of what was in front of him, the Emperor once again turned into his shriveled body, as if he had never moved.

The Emperor spoke now, or perhaps He never spoke at all, it was a mere thought in Guilliman's mind, but he could be certain of its origin.

"Guilliman, my child."

"The Primarch, the last hope, the one who returns, my child."

"You are the Sword of the Empire..."

He said this, but he said nothing. He showed everything to his offspring, but he showed nothing.

He is no longer human, and he will never become human again. The body he once used to walk the mortal world has shriveled up.

Ten thousand years of expectation and worship, and ten thousand years of torture on the throne have made this the greatest wizard, commander, officer, bishop, and god in human history.

Emperor...

It becomes something that transcends any individual.

It was difficult for Guilliman to call him father, but he knew that he was his father.

The Lord of the Heavens who rules over all worlds, the Lord of humanity in the Milky Way.

Guilliman was a little confused. He couldn't tell what that person was now. He was like a burning star, not an existence he could understand.

He could only tentatively tell his father his only expectation along the way, even though he had already realized it.

The withered and corrupt monster before him, this towering and burning god, this twisted and terrifying existence, this great and irreplaceable Lord, was not something he could understand.

Guilliman spoke. "Tell me, Father, what shall I do?"

After saying this, Guilliman felt a myriad of emotions churning, and he suddenly knelt on one knee.

He didn't raise his head for a long time, God knows how much time had passed, and when the Primarch raised his head again, he covered his cheek in pain.

Even the Primarch's superhuman minds could not understand the Emperor today. Guilliman just realized it after his human body was destroyed.

His father had died at the hands of Horus, and all that remained were the remains of the Emperor.

Even if he is so great that he is irreplaceable, even if he inherited the Emperor's memory.

He loves humanity as much as he loves himself, no, even more than himself.

But the golden giant who would smile at Guilliman and feel happy for his brothers has completely disappeared.

Guilliman stood up painfully. He understood the situation and knew what he should do.

He had once thought he was the one who changed the empire, the one who handed the tools to his father, but now he understood.

He is the tool itself.

But Guilliman did not blame the Emperor. Instead, he still believed that the Emperor loved humanity, and that was enough.

He, Guilliman, could be turned into a tool, and secondly, even if the Emperor's consciousness communicated with him, the Primarch did not collapse.

Because his mortal father had told him what all the beauty and hope in the world should look like.

On Macragge, he had witnessed the hope and prosperity, the creation and success of human civilization.

At the same time, his mortal friend Taylor also told him.

The madness of the empire today is not the basic character of humanity.

Therefore, he lamented that he had been helped by mortals all his life...

He walked out of the palace and hurriedly gathered his troops.

The Primarch's guards quickly followed the great Primarch out of here, and at the same time, the Astronomican that had been extinguished for a long time on Terra began to burn, and the scorching light spread from the warp, causing the demons great pain.

At this moment, the Grey Knights who were struggling to deal with the Great Demon raised their heads, and the demons on Terra suddenly began to retreat in fear.

Even though the attacks of the demons slowed down, Taylor, who was struggling to deal with the demons, breathed a sigh of relief.

He swung his chainsword, tearing open the body of a demon while commanding the Hydra tanks to fire at the monster.

Roland had tried to use molten metal to delay time, but the demon was too agile and had little effect. Now his attacks were actually starting to grazed the demon's wings.

This situation made Taylor almost the first person besides the psychics to realize the change in the situation. He mustered up his courage and spoke.

"Something seems amiss? Could it be that Guilliman actually heard what I said?"

He muttered to himself, and at the same time, the sniper rifle of the girl Lightling hit the demon's eyeball. Amid the big demon's crazy roar, the main gun of the Hydra tank pierced his tendons, making him unstable.

Taylor yelled. "Roland boy! Is the hot melt ready?"

Roland replied. "Boss! Overload!"

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Taylor cursed inwardly as he watched the demon quickly repair itself and gradually try to get up.

Taylor was almost desperate and wanted to retreat from the area, but unexpectedly, a blue shadow with a flying backpack flew across the sky.

Wearing blue armor and a sharp power sword, he cut through the battle lines like a fighter plane, quickly slicing off the demon's head.

The huge demon's head rolled down, and the bright red hot blood splashed all over Taylor's face, making him look miserable.

But he didn't blame the man. He just looked at the blue giant that landed and asked, "Sicarius?! What happened to Master Guilliman?"

Sicarius replied. "The Primarch has arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Primarch walked out of the palace gate holding the Emperor's Sword, followed by the blue Ultramarines Guard.

Although those true elites are not as good as the Imperial Guards, with the power and morale of the Primarch, they are the most powerful Ultramarines.

Guilliman, who was four meters tall, was even taller than the Custodes. He strode forward and ran as exaggeratedly as a locomotive.

With a swing of the scorching Emperor's Sword, a gigantic demon was cut in two. However, his body did not disappear, but remained fixed there.

he died.

The other great demons began to retreat in a hurry, under the fear of death and the power of the Primarch.

But Guilliman simply said, "Fire."

The Ultramarines all fired bolts at the wings of the demons. After their wings were riddled with holes, Guilliman would step forward and kill the monster.

Soon, the big demons died one by one, and the lord of the demon army also lost most of his men.

By the time people realized the reversal of the tide of battle, Guilliman had already achieved results that the Custodes and Grey Knights had failed to achieve in a single day.

Of course, the sacrifice of the Custodes was not without cost. They gave Guilliman the opportunity to meet the Emperor for the first time.

And the light of the Astronomican is the core of the demons' retreat. The Astronomican is not only a lighthouse during transportation, but also the core of the Emperor's power radiating to the imperial area.

It is those powers that prevent demons from easily coming to the real world, and they are also the sun that weakens demons.

In other words, this tragic war will never happen again because those lawless demons have been driven out of the real universe once again.

This is why the Custodes allowed Guilliman to see the Emperor earlier.

This is also the reason why Khorne launched a massive invasion.

Even if the price is the sacrifice of two thousand imperial guards...

At this moment, the Grand Marshal of the Guards, Trajan, walked up to the Primarch and knelt on one knee.

He said. "The Custodians are willing to obey the Primarch's command."

"We have waited for this moment for too long!"

Guilliman touched his shoulder. "Thank you, Trajan, and all the sacrifices."

"And I already understand what the empire needs today."

"We will strike back and drive the forces of Chaos from Imperial territory!"

"This is the Unyielding Expedition!"