Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 195 Guilliman: I Have to Regroup the Troops
In that distant era, two screams rang out, the cries of the killer and the victim mingling together.

At this very moment, people still fear the flames and pray to the false gods for the sunrise.

Humans—who have evolved through thousands of forms from reptiles to mammals—have always been fighting for survival. Even a group of hunched apes and savage primitives waged countless seemingly insignificant yet brutal battles for survival, using stones, teeth, and fists.

Yet he was still the first. He wasn't the first to hate and kill his own kind. He was the first cold-blooded killer, the first murderer.

Brothers and sisters, farmer and shepherd, quarrel, fight, and murder for the first time over interests.

The screams of the first murderer pierced through the veil of the boundary, echoing between reality and the surreal.

The being that awaits in the subspace will be humanity's eternal nightmare.

Draconian.

The moment that network was opened by Luo Jia's foolish actions.

Accompanied by the ever-changing tides of malice, it is both the moment the demon was born and the present moment when the internet was opened.

In the highest heaven, everything is the eternal present.

Light exists within the malevolent darkness, and this perceived light also attracts darkness. Touched by the forces surrounding it, this light flickers, screams, and ultimately dissolves. Sharp fangs and claws appearing out of nowhere shatter all dreams and memories.

It appeared in the network channel.

The furious roar contained a thirst for blood and flesh; Draconion's birth was not merely a sacrifice to a simple death.

It originates from the mutual hatred and murder that humanity has had since the beginning of its existence, and feeds on the souls of countless people who have died as a result.

Until the end of humanity.

—Or rather, right now.

The eternal present.

To protect Holy Terra and the Emperor himself, the Royal Guard and the Silent Sisters became a fragile barrier protecting the Throne World with their own flesh and blood.

But this still couldn't stop, nor could it stop, that bizarre demon—even the Silent Sister, who could shield herself from spiritual power, could only have her shattered limbs scattered and flying in the net under its claws.

In this alien creation with endless circuits and branches, completely defying human spatial reasoning and thus incomprehensible, the monster continued its slaughter.

It wasn't just Draconion; along with Draconion emerged an endless army of undead demons, guided and blessed by the dark gods.

With each passing moment, the power unleashed by Luo Jia's foolishness continues to grow stronger.

Like a breached dam, it began as a trickle, gradually becoming a roaring torrent. Now, it is a raging storm, never ceasing and never weakening.

Karata.

The ancient Eldar abandoned city, despite the erosion of time, still retains a structure many times larger than that of the sacred Terra.

It makes one marvel at just how powerful the Eldar Empire once was.

During the ancient Eldar Empire, countless cities of this size were built at the connection points of the Web Hubs. Among the man-made Web Hubs constructed by humans, this ancient Eldar city was regarded as an important hub of the human Web Hub system.

In this first and last city in the web of humanity, the Imperial Guard is fighting desperately against an endless army of demons.

"His Majesty!"

The tribunes of the plebs, La Endymion, felt that he had connected with the thoughts of the great Lord of mankind.

“I will send Diocletian to the surface to gather more manpower and mobilize all available troops. Your Majesty, now that the Legion of Ten Thousand Men is fighting alongside the Silent Sisters, if you just leave the Golden Throne to support us for a short while, we will surely be able to launch a major counterattack against the ‘Fool of Luojia’ and recapture hundreds of lost tunnels.”

“I cannot leave the Golden Throne,” the Emperor said, his tone concise and curt. “No.”

"My Lord..."

“I cannot leave the Golden Throne. Every route between the Imperial Palace and the City of Miracles will be filled with the tide of the Undead. You can only rely on yourselves, Ra. Isolated and helpless.”

In order to prevent the rift from expanding further and to suppress the ever-emerging demon army from the web, the Emperor could not leave his golden throne.

As for Magnus, who was imprisoned, he could indeed suppress the ever-expanding web-like rifts beneath the Golden Throne to some extent, temporarily taking the place of the Emperor.

But the emperor did not trust him.

Especially now that the Net Path is being used by the corrupted members of the Thousand Sons Legion, it is very likely that their surprise attack was launched in advance to rescue Magnus.

He also did not believe that Magnus could be so great as to willingly guard the golden throne forever and endure endless suffering for the future of all mankind.

No, he won't.

The Emperor clearly understood that there were some things that only he would sacrifice for humanity, and only he had the ability to do so.

Perhaps only now will he realize his own naiveté.

Since the Emperor was so wary of him that he wouldn't even reveal the secrets of the Web to Magnus, how could one expect him to endure countless years of suffering for the sake of humanity after the Web exploded?

At this moment, all he could rely on was his old friend.

—Magic Pattern Macado.

But now is not the time; there is a more important battle to be fought.

"Oh, right, La, there's something else I need to tell you."

"The emperor said, but his tone seemed full of hesitation."

But he finally made up his mind—at this point, he had nothing else to lose.

"What is it, my lord?"

"The next batch, the next batch will be the new Imperial Guard spears brought by Diocletian."

"I didn't design those spears."

From that point on, the Emperor severed all psychic communication with Ra.

".My lord?"

"What are the changes to the new Guardian Spear? Why are you emphasizing that it wasn't your design?"

"Hello? My lord?"

Time goes back to the present.

Eastern Galaxy War Zone, Ultramar 500 Worlds.

Macragge.

As the massive fleet of the Imperial Pride traversed the tunnels formed by the Pharos beacons and finally appeared above Macragge, a long and enthusiastic cheer erupted from the crowd.

After a long period of war, erosion, harassment, and warp blockade, some encouraging good news has finally appeared in this turbulent time.

The people of the five hundred worlds of Altera have suffered too much in the past few days.

First, Luo Jia and Alpharis led their legions to the agricultural world of Kos in the Extreme Star Sector.

Here, the Ultramarines had already prepared a welcoming ceremony for their two brother legions.

To solidify the bond between the brothers, the command of the 13th Army Corps was very enthusiastic about the arrival of the other two army corps.

In this context, reports of the strange behavior of the Word Bearers and their auxiliary forces were ignored. Only a very small number of Ultramarines officers, led by Hill, questioned the Word Bearers' discordant chanting and seemingly pointless combat drills.

This is unlike the Word Bearers' usual style. As for Alpharis, they are too mysterious and unwilling to contact the Ultramarines. Nobody knows what they want to do.

However, just when they were completely off guard, as the three legions were about to hold a grand banquet in this agricultural world, Luo Jia and his Word Bearers suddenly launched an attack on the unsuspecting Limit Warriors.

In this battle, the Ultra Warriors suffered heavy casualties.

Hours before the open war broke out on Koss, a large number of commanders of the Thirteenth Legion, along with their followers, had been wiped out by the Word Bearers and the Alpha Reis assassins—who infiltrated the Ultramarines' encampment under the guise of friendship and turned their blades on their allies when all the Ultramarines thought it impossible.

At the same time, the Whisperers and the Alpha Fleet in orbit simultaneously began orbital bombardment.

Large quantities of Ultramarines' equipment were blown to pieces before they could be fully armed. Without the guidance of the command system, the Ultramarines frantically tried to get even the slightest reply from the communication signals amidst the sudden explosions, but received no response other than even louder explosions.

Faced with this unforeseen situation, Guilliman's carefully crafted doctrines and guidelines made no mention of how to deal with a blow from friendly forces.

For a moment, the entire Ultra Warriors system was in a state of shutdown.

Faced with the frenzied slaughter by the Word Bearers and Alphareth, they were unable to mount any effective defense.

Meanwhile, after receiving guidance from the Legion of the Thousand, the Word Bearers began carrying out large-scale sacrificial activities in the densely populated areas of Koth—under those bloody and filthy rituals, countless portals to the warp were established throughout the world of Koth.

The Word Bearers would carve bones from the bodies of unsuspecting allies to build grotesque monuments symbolizing their betrayal, as part of a blasphemous ritual.

They sacrificed the souls of their fellow human beings to the devil.

With the ritual and the portal in place, a large number of undead demons appeared before the panicked humans for the first time.

Under the madness of Alpha and the Word Bearers, these doomed cities were swallowed up in a sudden, widespread panic.

Not only in Kos, but also in other star systems around the world, the defenders were attacked by the Word Bearers at the same time. As the rituals and soul-sacrificing arrays spread to almost countless worlds, the warp storms seemed to become increasingly turbulent, making it even more difficult for the Ultramarines' defenders to reach them.

The Ultra Warriors had already been scattered.

Even the Primarch himself and his flagship, the Radiance of Macragge, were not spared.

The sudden attack by the demons summoned by the Word Bearer caused the impact to tear open the hull, catching Primarch Guilliman off guard and throwing him out of the cabin through the breach.

(Very embarrassing)
Blood, debris, and howling air formed a vortex that swept up a dozen or so other high-ranking officers and propelled them into the void along with the Primarch. Moreover, even more monsters born from the Warp, the Shadow, and the High Heavens simultaneously landed on the flagship.

Large numbers of ordinary crew members were slaughtered without any warning, their consciousness instantly shattered by the horrific scene they witnessed.

After the bridge disintegrated, the Glory Queen battleship, having lost all command, became a headless fly, at the mercy of the Word Bearers who came to board.

Despite the Ultramarines' attempts to organize small groups of fighters to fight back, their counterattacks were unable to reverse the rout.

The Ultra Warriors are in danger.

Guilliman must regroup his troops.

Assembling an entire legion is no easy task. Hundreds of thousands of Ultramarines, Space Marines, and armored combat vehicles are scattered across nearly a thousand distant fleets and expeditionary forces.

The furthest Ultramarines were unable to reach their destination due to the warp storms, and while on their journey, they could do nothing but wait anxiously.

The Ultramarines atop Koss were completely unable to cope with the combined attack of the two legions—especially the addition of Alpha, which was too fatal. They made up for the Word Bearers' carelessness and used their powerful assassination and infiltration methods to extinguish the scattered fragments of the integrated force before it could even put up a fight.

If things continue this way, the Ultramarines will likely face annihilation in the Battle of Kos, under the combined attack of the demons and the traitor Astartes.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, whether it was triggered by the emperor's glory or the manifestation of some strange miracle, Angertai, who had been imprisoned by the traitors of the Word Bearers, broke free of his shackles and came to the center of the battlefield.

He not only commanded nearly a third of the Word Bearers warriors, who were incredulous at the sight of their allies' tragic fate and the appearance of demons, to defect on the battlefield.

Upon arriving aboard the Glory of Macragge, they helped the Ultramarines gain a respite from being besieged by two legions, and also provided them with the best means to deal with demons.

Melee, fire, psionic.

Those bombs that were originally surprisingly effective were not very effective at killing demons. To expel demons, it was necessary to use religious rituals or fire and fragrant oil, as recorded in ancient books, to completely expel them.

Of course, you can also just crush the other person to death.

Meanwhile, during this time of organizing the counterattack, Red Helmet Hill, who was left to fight alone on the Glory of Macragge, remembered the plan that had come from Commander Kasgar of the Sons of the Emperor.

Hill had initially thought the other party's mention of "demon-specific" was a joke, merely comparing certain strange and other supernatural beings to demons. Little did he know that today, a steady stream of demonic creatures were pouring out from beneath the portals of the Word Bearers and Alpharis, wielding their blades and giant axes in a fierce battle against the loyalist Word Bearers led by Angortai.

He has already obtained information on how to defend against the demons, but the current situation does not allow him to leave.

The Primarch's fate is currently unknown. Loyalists and rebel Word Bearers, demons and humans, as well as mortal auxiliary forces are all fighting each other on this shattered flagship. The entire battlefield is in chaos, and it is impossible to even distinguish friend from foe.

What made Hill even more desperate was that, seemingly seeing Angertai leading a number of loyalists of the Word of the Believers to escape here, the number of traitors marked with the Alpha Legion outside the portholes was also increasing. With the extension of the boarding tools, Macurag had almost completely fallen into the hands of the traitors.

It's too difficult for the Ultramarines to deal with both Word Bearer and Alpha at the same time.

Fortunately, this time the Ultra Warrior won't be fighting alone.

As the warp storm spread across the eastern part of the galaxy, the war blacksmith Danteok, as Guilliman had previously instructed, activated the Pharos Beacon when the warp storm was strong enough to obscure the starlight, and located it in Macragge.

Little did he know that Guilliman was currently floating aimlessly in mid-air.

Shortly after the beacon was deployed, Imperial Warmaster Fugrim arrived with her fleet of the Emperor's Sons.

This is good news: with the warp storm sweeping everything away and the Primarchs disappearing during the Battle of Koss, the fact that a Primarch of sufficient stature has arrived and taken charge of Macragge is a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

However, on the other hand, this is not good news—if even the Imperial Warmasters are forced to land in Macragge, what about Holy Terra?
It seems that, in the absence of a clear line of defense, the only force capable of protecting the Astartes Legion is the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fist.

Moreover, the Emperor's Son fleet didn't stay for long.

Upon arriving in Macurag, Casca was alarmed to hear that Guilliman was engaged in a fierce battle with the forces of the Word Bearers and Alphas at Koss. He immediately ordered the navigator to turn the ship around and head towards Koss.

No, putting aside the fact that the timing is a bit messy this time, how come there's an extra Alpha?
Fortunately, with the help of the beacon, the navigator could open passages to other regions with the power of his mind—and plunge into the star system where Kos was located along with the newly assembled Ultramarines.

The war situation is not optimistic—with the intervention of the Alpha Legion, the overall war has become completely one-sided.

Even the head of the Radiant Macragge has been destroyed, and Kos is even worse, almost entirely occupied by the rebels.

If it weren't for the loyalist Word Bearers, led by Angorte, still waging guerrilla warfare, this battle could have completely wiped out the Ultramarines.

Fortunately, the Third Legion, led by Fugrim and Kasgar, had ample experience with demons.

"Our primary objective is to reclaim the Radiance of Macragge. This flagship not only houses the remaining high command of the Ultramarines, but it is also of great significance to the loyalists still holding out on Koss."

"Also, search for Guilliman in the vacuum as much as possible. That guy has most likely fallen somewhere in space and is currently wriggling in the vacuum."

Casca respected Guilliman because he didn't have many embarrassing records.

Perhaps in the future Guilliman will be captured by Wang Hulun in an even more humiliating way, but that's a matter for the future.

"As for now, all sons of emperors, take up your retractable spears."

Casca's eyes gleamed with passion.

That was the fervor that had been planned for over two hundred years for this moment.

I finally caught him!
The next moment, the Emperor's Son fleet suddenly appeared from the tunnel in the sky, splitting into two groups—the Emperor's Son fleet led by Fugrim would bombard and board the surface and the Word Bearer fleet.

Meanwhile, the Ultramarines who followed the Emperor's son out of the tunnels scattered in all directions during the melee to stop the rebels from further encroaching.

Meanwhile, another boarding squadron led by Casgar followed Casgar's Stormbirds and landed on the Radiant Macragge, which had been blown off the bridge.

The devastation here far exceeded his expectations.

Blood covered the cabin, screaming as it enveloped the creature that seemed cursed and had come back to life.

"You are—the emperor's sons?"

Guilliman had already broken free from the vacuum environment. At the remaining connection of the bridge, he looked at Casca, who had just landed, his face full of vigilance.

In this time of internal strife, the existence of another Astartes does not necessarily mean they are trustworthy.

Who knows if the Emperor's son might also be an accomplice of the Word Bearers?

"Guilliman, face me! I am your true opponent!"

But his opponents still gave him no chance to catch his breath.

—The Primarch of the Word Bearers, Loka, wielded his giant hammer and slashed furiously toward Guilliman's original position. They were now locked in a fierce battle from which neither could escape.

Guilliman's combat skills were originally superior to Luo Jia's, but the Eribas hammer in his hand seemed to have been transformed into a powerful Chaos artifact through a warp magic ritual.

Anyone struck by this hammer will have their soul devoured by it—and even if it fails to devour them, the soul of the victim will be tainted with the color of Eribas.

Even if it doesn't die, it will eventually become a great birth!

An extremely vicious weapon.

Guilliman was struggling under the weight of the giant hammer.

"leave me alone!"

Seemingly seeing that Casca intended to lead the sons of the Emperor to intervene, Guilliman felt an uncontrollable rage burning within him.

That damned beast's life must be ended by his own hands!

Whether the Emperor's son is there to help them or not is irrelevant. If they are truly on Luo Jia's side, then no matter how much Guilliman struggles, it will be useless.

This is the only gamble we can take!

"You! If you want to help me, go and help our legion regain control of the flagship. I can handle things here!"

"Luojia, fight me!"

no one!

No one can break Guilliman's one-on-one match, no one!

Casgar: "."

Okay, whatever makes you happy.

Anyway, it's hard to say about others, but against Luo Jia, who also has a shameful record, he might actually be able to beat him.

"Sons of the Emperor, follow me to the auxiliary bridge and seize control of the fleet."

Another pile of fresh offerings!

Upon seeing the purple-gold armored Astartes landing through the gap outside the bridge, the demons surrounding the bow of the ship all let out hoarse laughter.

These humans are so foolish; they have no idea how to deal with them.

They would just hold the little box containing the explosives, shoot at them desperately, and watch the bullets pass through the demon's phantom body.

It did not cause any impact.

The sheer terror of those who fired explosives that pierced right through the demon was absolutely delicious.

"Get ready, raise your spears!"

Seeing the demons surrounding him at this moment, Kasgar forced down a smile and said.

Spear?

Now the demons are taking this a bit seriously.

Unable to suppress his rage and hunger, one of the demons, clearly resembling Khorne, charged toward Casca with two giant axes in his hands.

It truly craved a real battle, not the slaughter he inflicted on panicked humans who discovered the bombs were ineffective.

After reaping too many of the weak, it craves even more the heads and blood of the strong.

And these old-school humans who immediately set up melee weapon formations will definitely satisfy it!

It will definitely be possible—

This Khorne demon knew that humans were far more upright than those treacherous, cowardly demons.

However, he never considered this question—that some things are worse than Tzeentch's wizard.

"put."

Whoosh—bang.

The next instant, the head of the charging Khorne demon was sliced ​​in two by Kasgar's extended spear.

"continue!!!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!
Like a porcupine with its tail feathers spread, countless needle-like power spears shot out instantly, piercing the demons into a bloody mist, and then immediately retracted to await the next launch.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The demons fled in terror from the bow of the ship to other locations.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."

After the advent of firearms, cold weapons ceased to be the mainstream weapon on the battlefield due to their insufficient length.

The solution is actually quite simple: make the kill radius of melee weapons the same as that of firearms, and then there won't be any problems.

"Hahaha!!!"

As Kasgar's laughter grew increasingly rampant, the assembled demon army was quickly routed.

There are no countermeasures whatsoever!
The demon wizards in the warp were not the majority to begin with, and the remaining Tzeentch freaks that flooded into the ship's cabins had their magic reduced to ashes by the flames of the Casgar.

Attack and defense integrated!
With such a shameless formation, no demon could possibly survive to get close.

—The worst off were the Nurgle's fat brothers. These guys were already huge and not very agile. They usually relied on close-range poison gas and pollutants to hurt each other, but in front of these 40m spears, even the strongest Nurgle beasts couldn't get even a fraction of a step closer to Kasgar's team.

Close-range attacks are ineffective, and long-range attacks are negated.

Demons only ever wreak havoc in the real world, feasting on souls.

When have you ever felt this wronged?
But what can we do?

Under the horrified and incredulous noses of the undead army, Kasgar used his telescopic powered weapon to demonstrate to the demons what ranged and melee combat really meant.

Do you like my big spear?

"say!!!"

Not only did it expand and contract, but Casgar even swept across the decomposing force field in half.

Don't talk about martial arts!

Under the sweeping blue light of that disintegrating force field, no matter how powerful a demon is, it must face the attack of this "melee weapon" that treats all beings equally.

Moreover, Kasgar ingeniously used his psionic flames to attach to the weapon, completing a final disinfection of the demon.

Disinfection can be completed in one step.

With the intervention of Casca and the Sons of the Emperor, the course of the battle on the Glory of Macragge was ruthlessly reversed.

(End of this chapter)