Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 343 Guilliman's Change
Turbid air and death covered everything on X. Guilliman looked at all the information he could detect and followed his offspring falling from the sky.

He had just experienced a frenzied attack by his own brother, which was full of malicious plans.

A large number of Chaos ships were abandoned, transformed into explosive vessels, with only the contaminated Nurgle zombies as their crews. While maintaining their most basic mobility, those ships, fully loaded with explosives, charged towards Guilliman's fleet...

Although the bomb ships caused more than just a commotion, their actual effect was only to make a few recruits lament the viciousness of Chaos.

But this incident has revealed what his brother, Mortarion, seeks.

Fight him to the death...

He had no time to wait for Taylor's intelligence. Guilliman had to make ends meet with his brother, and the battle in this world was the last chance.

If Mortarion were defeated, the daemonic and Chaos forces invading the Five Hundred Worlds would be leaderless.

At the same time, Mortarion's death was also an opportunity for the Empire to gather morale again.

Guilliman must seize this opportunity, this chance of victory.

He watched the transport plane gradually approach the landmark of Esk, and the poisonous air emitted a smell that made him feel a little nauseous.

The Primarch held onto the edge of the gunship and looked at this chaos-polluted world from outside.

Guilliman felt heartbroken because this was once a beautiful garden world, but now it has become like this.

Amidst the chaotic pollution, dark green swamps have become the norm here, and the plains and mountains have now disappeared.

All the natural ground environments turned into wriggling giants of flesh and blood, strange dark green protrusions, and turbid air containing viruses was spewed out from all kinds of strange plants.

Guilliman looked at the miserable state of the world, remembering how beautiful it once was, and how it had become such a horrible sight now.

He ordered the establishment of a hospital here, and all the medical forces in Ultramar were gathered here.

Countless deadly and complex diseases were cured here, countless insane and bizarre wounds were treated. This place, once the symbol of the Empire's glory and Ultramar's most powerful technological force, had become a trophy of Chaos...

Guilliman could not help but feel anger at his brother, and disgust at the defilement of his world.

The treasure of Ultramar, now the spoils of Nurgle...

Guilliman looked at those things with disgust.

His strong emotions were even felt by his descendants, especially Cato Sicarius, the captain of the Second Company of the Ultramarines who was riding with him.

The Space Marine stood up, his magnetic boots firmly gripping the inside of the gunship, which was staggering as it dodged the Chaos counterattack.

He said, "Father, your feelings, your emotions are flowing through me. I can sense your disgust, and such feelings are almost identical to mine."

"But we have to acknowledge that we cannot act rashly now."

Guilliman smiled. "I will not make the same mistake again, my boy."

"I will order the troops to establish ground bases and look for areas where we can still fight, instead of being reckless like before and looking for my brothers with anger and hatred..."

Guilliman watched the daemons gather around the gunship as he raised his own bolter, a masterwork storm bolter in the blue of Macragge.

It was Kaul's work, the sage's total effort, every piece of iron and gun structure coming from a special alloy crafted in an ancient forge.

This gun was powerful enough to match the Primarch's immense strength and maximize his advantages.

A handheld weapon that now displayed firepower comparable to anti-aircraft artillery, coupled with Guilliman's superhuman brain for calculations.

This made Guilliman's weapon more accurate than any auxiliary equipment in the Empire, and the Primarch's superhuman reflexes also made his shooting extremely fast. Not a single bullet was wasted, and those bullets seemed to have eyes and hit the faces of the Chaos demons.

Every demon, every Chaos fly, every malevolent thing died under the Primarch's gunfire, and their bodies fell like raindrops, venting the Primarch's wrath.

As the gunships gradually landed under the cover of the Primarch, the first batch of Primaris warriors also began to build their base.

But they will soon encounter their first problem, that is, in this world without normal soil, they cannot build proper defense equipment.

The flesh-and-blood soil naturally repels the Empire's equipment. Not only the concrete, but even the radio equipment is blocked by inexplicable signal waves.

Guilliman was not surprised by this, and he had prepared a special force of battle sisters for this purpose, led by a newly-minted Living Saint, and they were absolutely loyal to Guilliman.

Although Guilliman did not trust those things, after he understood the practical significance of faith, he had to admit that he needed those nuns to mobilize his father's power to help himself.

Guilliman demanded they fulfill their duties, and the ceremony began under the supervision of the Ecclesiarchy, with the Man of the Faith chanting his father's name.

Guilliman looked at the living saints flying in the sky, trying his best to suppress the hostility in his heart towards those who believed in psychic powers.

Guilliman hoped that humanity's future could be completely separated from those things, but for now, it seemed that he would have to rely on that power if he wanted to win.

But even if that power came from his father, Guilliman was still not at ease. He didn't know whether the huge statue carved by faith was still his father.

That silver light was terrifying, and even the Primarch felt insignificant in the face of that power.

Thinking of this, Guilliman urged the ceremony to proceed quickly, but the living saint reported that something was wrong.

The woman's silver hair swept past Guilliman's face, the scent of the Imperial Church's incense practically soaking into her skin.

Guilliman frowned unhappily and said, "How is this different from what was expected?"

The lady said, "Saint, we still need an Imperial Saint."

Guilliman thought for a moment. "You ask me to bring here a body recognized by the Ecclesiarchy? Clearly, we are not capable of doing so."

"If the ritual cannot be completed, we will give up building the camp and look for a new area..."

Guilliman said decisively, but it was obviously not a good idea in this place full of demons and death.

Until several Valkyrie gunships began to land...

The living saint lady looked at the transport and replied, "Sir, a saint has arrived."

Guilliman looked at the transport planes used by the Imperial Guard and the first thing he thought of was which force had come to support them.

Then he heard that the saint had arrived and immediately laughed.

"Here comes the troublemaker."

"Sicarius, go meet that guy."

"Theoretically, he is your colleague."

Sicarius went forward without hesitation, but the living saint now demanded.

"Sir, I also want to go see an old friend. I haven't seen him for a long time..."

(End of this chapter)