Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 307 Guilliman on Top
Primarch, Lord of the Ultramarines, Regent of the Imperium, Roboute Guilliman.

The Planet of Macragge, Lord of Five Hundred Worlds, a true warrior, Roboute Guilliman.

He was called so many things that one almost forgot he was a warrior, a warrior born on Macragge.

Guilliman now realized that the war situation was slowing down and the Empire was losing its combat effectiveness all the time, which was something he, as an idealist, could not tolerate.

At this moment, Guilliman decided to take a part of the Custodes and the Sisters of Silence, as well as the guards composed of Sicarius and others to launch a raid.

Now in a huge command vehicle, the Primarch roughly allocated the troops' breakthrough targets.

The Sisters of Silence and the Custodes carried out the cutting, giving Guilliman the opportunity to enter the interior, while Sicarius remained beside the Primarch, responsible for guarding his master.

Sicarius asked now, after making preliminary preparations.

"Father, what about the Skadi?"

Guilliman paused. "They will continue their current mission, bringing new blood to the Imperium."

"That base is very important, and I really didn't expect them to take that position in a short time."

His words were full of admiration, but Sicarius sensed something was wrong. "Father, you didn't consult Taylor, did you?"

Guilliman hesitated, then replied, "True, but it is unnecessary."

Sicarius said. "That's unlike you, Father. You always say mortals matter."

"And Taylor is definitely the representative of the mortal side. The Imperial Guard, the Sisters, and the Ecclesiarchy all favor him. The Imperial Navy and the Macragge Guard also serve as his advisors."

"But such a person is not greedy and remains loyal and optimistic. With such a character, he also serves as your guard and think tank."

"But this time, father, you want to bypass him?"

"The night before you and your brothers fought?"

At this point, Sicarius' tone became slightly irritated and high-pitched.

This was definitely an offense to the Primarch's supreme power. Even the Second Captain of the Ultramarines could not treat his father like this.

But Guilliman was not annoyed.

He simply said, "Prepare for battle, my child."

Sicarius left silently to fulfill his responsibilities, leaving Guilliman alone to look at the tactical map in front of him.

The Primarch's mind looked at the intricate drawing, but he fell into empty thoughts, because he knew very well why he was avoiding this matter.

A trace of struggle flashed across his face at this moment, but it was quickly replaced by anger and disgust.

He thought of the day he and his brothers were betrayed, of the day the Astronomican's light was extinguished, of the day the Emperor died before he came to Terra...

Betrayal, this word burned in Guilliman's heart like a curse. He could not forget Horus's betrayal, nor could he forget the poisonous blade that his brother had stabbed into him.

So much so that the regent, who had always been calm and composed, now wanted to use all his strength to exchange for the so-called victory.

The so-called opportunity.

A chance to meet his traitorous brother...

This was foolish, but Guilliman had not come here simply to recapture Parmenio in the first place.

This world is indeed very important. It is the heart of Macragge. As long as it is cut off, the Five Hundred Worlds will no longer be able to survive.

But it wasn't just that thing that encouraged Guilliman to come to the surface, it was also his brother.

The Primarch of the Death Guard, the Plague Lord, Mortarion.

Traitor, brother...

The culprit who turned the Empire into a rotting corpse! Now Guilliman would also think of the glorious past, the Primarchs gathered together, the glorious palace, the smiling father and the prosperous Empire.

Thinking back now, neither Malcador's ruthlessness, Orpesson's composure, nor the Emperor's smile were any longer there.

Guilliman had seen the palace now, only empty rooms and sealed doors. The place where his brothers once lived had become a nightmare filled with curses and resentment.

There was no more clacking of chess pieces on the regicide board, no more radiant smile of the human king.

There were only countless rotten bodies, dragging their huge bodies, offering madness to the withered emperor.

Guilliman could not bear it, and his anger had been growing every moment since he woke up.

He hated his brothers, those bloodlines who betrayed the Empire and the Emperor...

Whenever he looked at this rotting empire, he felt immense pain.

He wants to kill the traitor!
He wants to do something he has never done before...

I won’t be late this time!

And he knew very well that Taylor would stop him from seeing his brother in order to win the battle.

But Guilliman, Roboute Guilliman, Lord of Macragge, Primarch of the Emperor's Children, did not need victory.

It's not something that can be taken for granted!
Guilliman looked up now, his eyes filled with anger and despair.

He slowly left the tactical vehicle and gave orders to his soldiers like the true master of the empire.

Countless giant cannons spewed out flames, and dozens of giant Titans strode forward.

The ground was burned into something bright by the flames, and the rocks and soil were carbonized and crystallized under the temperature, turning into something full of impurities.

The Emperor's Guards, the Sisters of Silence, transformed into the Primarch's blades as they had promised, piercing the heart of the Chaos Force.

A giant warrior Titan, protected by countless comrades, charged towards a divine plague siege vehicle, perishing at the cost of its body and the gift of the kind father.

Amidst countless artillery fire and despair, Guilliman walked on the charred soil with the Emperor's Sword in his hand.

His blue eyes reflected the deaths of demons and Death Guard, looking out at the burning horizon.

But his eyes did not waver at all, he just walked into the enemy's core area and spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"Mortarion! You traitor!"

"If you still have the courage and guts you once had, come out and see me, your brother!"

He shouted, his voice spreading across the empty ground, insulting his brother who had long since surrendered to the forces of Chaos again and again.

He walked on the scorched earth, and the light of the Emperor's Sword grew brighter.

But Sicarius saw this, and his inner uneasiness grew stronger.

He knew that he should not disobey his father or the Primarch, but his contact with Taylor made him change a lot and start to think a lot.

He could sense that Guilliman was losing control to some extent, and was aware that something was carrying him.

He hurriedly sent a telegram to the Imperial Guard, but he could not speak clearly because of the Primarch's orders.

Now he could only hint at the Primarch's actions, but could not directly tell Taylor his own thoughts.

And he could only hope that the clever warrior realized that something was wrong.

at the same time……

There is a way to help the Primarch and defeat his brother!

(End of this chapter)