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Chapter 141 Moon - Primarchic War

The fleet will find itself in a special space when it crosses the Webway, and the Webway gate is in a canyon on the far side of the moon, which is the core of the Webway.

If that place were to fall into the hands of demons, humanity might truly be doomed!

"Commander, the rest of the battle is entirely in our hands!"

Guilliman looked at Fang Yun and said, "This is our war."

Fang Yun only replied with one sentence.

"This place also belongs to humans. The Human Alliance doesn't have the habit of consulting with others when doing things. The Human Alliance will... wait a minute!"

Fang Yun's gaze sharpened as he received distress signals from multiple star systems.

His unusual behavior caught Killieman's attention.

"What's wrong?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Fang Yun's eyes: "Interesting, someone's raiding our base."

"Macurag, Galun, Kos... all the planets we passed through were simultaneously attacked by demons."

"No, to be precise, all the planets we can contact have been attacked by demons."

Otlam was his stronghold, and Guilliman looked worried, his plan growing ever more urgent.

Seeing Guilliman's concern, Fang Yun said, "Don't worry about Macragge. There are thousands of mechanical humanoid captains stationed there. Ordinary demon invasions won't affect them. Every world of Alteramar that we've ever set foot in has a garrison of our Human Alliance."

"I'm counting on you, World of Ottara!" Guilliman knew the power the Human Alliance wielded, and even if he went back, he might not be able to do as well as the Human Alliance.

It should be noted that before they set off, the total number of 20,000 company commanders in the Human Federation was far stronger than the 20,000 Space Marines under his command.

What he needs to do now is to reclaim the gates of the net.

Magnus slowly emerged from the warp rift, surrounded by surging crimson psionic energy. He wore newly forged psionic shaping armor, every inch of which was condensed from pure warp psionic energy and Thousand Sons Mystic Gold. The patterns were twisted like living things, exuding a world-destroying magical aura.

Having undergone the baptism of warp space, the former Red Prince has grown taller and more imposing. His single eye pulsates with madness and obsession. With a wave of his hand, a psionic storm gathers in his palm, and the surrounding space is distorted and folded by his power. Rock fragments and miasma swirl around him, making him a powerful demon prince under the command of the Chaos God.

Confronting him is Robert Guilliman, clad in the armor of destiny.

The armor, a blend of gilded gold and deep blue, is covered with sacred runes. Each pattern carries the emperor's blessing and the empire's will. The shoulder armor is engraved with the emblem of the Ultra Warriors, and the chest plate is inlaid with the emperor's holy image, shining brightly.

He gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly with both hands, the blade flowing with pure, divine energy. Its light pierced the gloom of the subspace, and wherever the blade passed, the chaotic miasma dissipated.

Guilliman's eyes were cold and resolute, showing no fear whatsoever, only the determination to protect the Empire and defend the Web. This regent of the Empire was facing the dark forces of chaos in his Primarch form.

Magnus struck first, his single eye shooting out a thick beam of crimson psionic energy. Wherever the energy passed, space shattered and ripples spread through the void, heading straight for Guilliman's face.

Guilliman's footsteps shattered the lunar rocks as he suddenly lunged forward, swinging the Emperor's Sword horizontally. The holy sword light collided violently with the psionic beam, and a violent energy shockwave swept outwards, blasting away the surrounding landing pods and demons. A huge crater was blasted into the lunar surface, and debris flew everywhere.

Immediately afterward, Magnus waved his hands, and countless psionic blades materialized out of thin air, raining down on Guilliman. At the same time, he chanted forbidden incantations, summoning a large number of Slaanesh, Nurgle maggots, and Khorne bloodbound demons to pour out from the warp rifts. The demons roared and howled, brandishing their blades and claws, and pounced on Guilliman and the Imperial warriors.

After arriving on the far side of the moon, Kaul immediately went to his experimental base where he was hiding.

This hidden stronghold, shrouded in the shadow of the lunar crater, is perpetually shrouded in the shielding field of the Mechanicus, making it impossible for outsiders to find. It houses his painstakingly cultivated elite guard, as well as countless mysterious creations and experimental weapons developed with great effort. It is his core trump card hidden near Terra.

Looking at the warrior silently floating in the incubation pod, Kaul had a strange expression. He had already been implanted with the Human Alliance's precision chip and was also supported by part of the computing power of No. 7. His thinking dimension and technological understanding had already surpassed any period in the past ten thousand years.

Looking back from this new perspective, the original Space Marines that he had spent tens of thousands of years refining and perfecting, which he once regarded as the pinnacle of human military creation, now seem to have lost their advantages and revealed many shortcomings that could be improved when compared with the top technology of the Human Federation.

However, Caul did not deny the value of these creations; they remain the Empire's most reliable top-tier fighting force and a key force supporting the war effort.

Having recognized the shortcomings of the original design, he quietly made fine-tuning and optimizations to these Space Marines during this period, relying on the vast resources of the world of Alteramar and the cutting-edge technology theories of the Human Alliance, while also tailoring new power armor for them.

These armors are modified from the Human Federation's power armor, but they do not completely copy the Human Federation's advanced technology. Instead, they incorporate the forging essence of the Mechanicus, which can enhance the overall combat power of the original Space Marines several times over, taking into account protection, strength and battlefield adaptability.

This lunar base houses a full three thousand original Space Marines, a number just enough to form three fully-equipped Space Chapters—an elite force capable of shaking the battlefield.

As Kaul initiated the awakening procedure, the azure incubation chamber slowly opened, and the sleeping warriors awoke one after another. Their neural connections instantly received combat commands, and in the instant of awakening, they were fully entrusted with the core mission of supporting Guilliman. Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately entered combat mode.

These newly awakened original Space Marines donned the new power armor, a technological improvement by the Human Federation. The silver-gray armor gleamed with a cold, technological luster, and energy patterns flowed slowly across its surface, making it distinctly different from the Imperial's traditional power armor.

When they stepped onto the smoke-filled battlefield on the far side of the moon, the power they unleashed far exceeded the imagination of other Imperial chapters and even surpassed the comprehension of the Chaos enemy.

"They are also our brothers? But they are not listed in the Astartes Codex?"

All chapters were established strictly according to the Astartes Temple model, except for the original Space Marines.

However, this is not the time to delve into his identity.

"They're so strong!"

Even Forros, the leader of the Weeping Warriors, was somewhat surprised.

"Their combat strength is actually somewhat stronger than our Space Marines!"

"Is this Kaul's secret trump card?"

The appearance of the Primal Space Marines forced Magnus to send more of his forces. The Thousand Sons followed closely behind the Chaos Warband, wearing magnificent yet eerie armor, wielding psionic staffs and bombardment guns, and cooperating with the demons to launch a siege. Sorcery and artillery fire intertwined, turning the battlefield into a living hell.

The momentum of the original builders was curbed by the Thousand Sons. These psionic mages are strategic weapons on the battlefield. Although the Thousand Sons are few in number, their combat power is the strongest. Of course, their weakness is that they are not good at close combat.

After leaving the Webgate, Celestine quickly headed to the lunar garrison. In the name of the Living Saint, she forcibly mobilized lunar forces to support the canyon.

There are thousands of Space Marines stationed on the Moon, and millions of other defense forces, including the Star Guardians.

Celestine acted in the name of the Emperor, swiftly mobilizing the lunar army.

"Primarch return?"

"How is this possible?"

"Ten thousand years!"

"A living saint, is this for real?"

Everyone has their doubts, but who would question the words of a living saint?

One second you're questioning it, the next you're suffering from acute iron poisoning.

When the lunar reinforcements arrived at the battlefield, they saw the Primarch in the center of the battlefield.

No one had ever actually seen the Primarch, yet they could recognize him instantly. For millennia, countless humans had been passing down the myth of the Emperor and his loyal offspring, and now, they had seen the living Primarch.

The high-ranking officers of the Astral Army, including loyal heirs and political commissars, were all moved to tears.

"The Primarch, it's the Primarch, the Emperor's offspring! The Primarch of the Divine Child!"

"Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman!"

Primarch Guilliman is back!

The fervor fueled the fighting spirit of these reinforcements, making them ready to fight to the death.

"The Empire yearns for the Primarch's return more than we realize," Caul said.

Selestine replied, "Now, the Empire needs hope!"

"We bring hope!"

Sellerstin turned his gaze to the Human Federation's fleet and said, "And there's an even bigger surprise!"

The appearance of the Great Rift tore the Empire apart, cut off communications, and plunged the Empire into a desperate situation of ever-accelerating collapse. All those in the know were in despair, and despair enveloped the entire Terra. Numerous evil rituals were being performed, and at this critical moment, the Primarch descended.

The appearance of the Primarch boosted morale to an all-time high, and they clashed head-on with the demon army like a tidal wave.

In the center of the battlefield, Guilliman showed no fear. He wielded the Emperor's Sword, creating an impenetrable wall of light that shattered all the psionic blades. Then, he leaped into the air and unleashed a holy slash that traversed the void, instantly killing several Khorne berserkers charging at the forefront.

While locked in combat with Magnus, he shouted battle orders, his voice carrying across the battlefield through the communicator, inspiring every Imperial warrior: "For Terra! For the Emperor! Hold the gates of the Web, and never retreat a single step!"

Tens of thousands of Astartes and millions of demons are engaged in a brutal battle on the moon.

The Astartes monks were greatly encouraged by the sound, and the Ultramarines' tactical squads formed a shield wall, unleashing a barrage of fire from their bomb guns, tearing apart the Chaos Warband's charging formation; the Blood Angels went berserk, their chainswords severing demon heads, the blood staining their power armor red.

The think tanks also deployed a psionic barrier to resist the witchcraft attacks of the Thousand Sons Wizard. Divine and Holy Spirit energy collided with Chaos magic in the void, unleashing a dazzling yet deadly light.

On the main battlefield, the battle between the two Primarchs became increasingly fierce.

Magnus's psionic attacks grew increasingly ferocious. He summoned a giant psionic golem, slammed it into Guilliman, and simultaneously transformed into a crimson streak of light, circling behind Guilliman to launch a surprise attack, his psionic claws piercing the gaps in the Armor of Destiny.

Magnus has ascended to demonhood, and his strength is far beyond what it was ten thousand years ago.

Guilliman remained calm, using the protection of his Armor of Destiny and his superb fighting skills to dodge the attack. He then thrust out the Emperor's Sword with a backhand, accurately striking the core of the psionic golem and instantly disintegrating it. He then turned and engaged Magnus in close combat. The collision of their armor produced a deafening metallic roar, and the divine energy and chaotic psionic energy rubbed and collided, sparking dazzling sparks.

"You have deviated from the prophecy; your iron coffin armor could not possibly have such an effect."

The Armor of Destiny, enhanced several times more efficient by Human Union Technology, granted Guilliman the ability to fight Magnus.

"It seems your betrayal was just a joke!"

Guilliman's words made the Cyclops red-hot.

Although it was dishonorable, Magnus's betrayal was a joke.

A sinister glint flashed in Magnus's single eye. He unleashed all his warp power, absorbing the souls of the surrounding chaos demons and fallen warriors. His power surged once more, and his psionic energy transformed into a giant storm, threatening to devour Guilliman.

Magnus was far more powerful than he was 10,000 years ago.

Guilliman's own strength was increased several times due to the Armor of Destiny, but Magnus's strength was still able to steadily suppress him on this basis, even in the real universe where his strength would be suppressed.

Guilliman gritted his teeth, pouring all of the Emperor's will and his own beliefs into the Emperor's Sword. The sword's light surged to its peak, transforming into a golden holy sword that pierced through the heavens and earth, and he slashed fiercely against the crimson psionic storm.

Golden and scarlet energies collided violently before the Netway Gate, forming a massive energy vortex that sucked in countless demons, warriors, and warship wreckage. Space shattered completely, and the Netway Gate's aura flickered violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The earth on the far side of the moon trembled violently, tearing open more tiny cracks in the cosmic void. The terrifying aura of the warp poured in continuously. This life-or-death battle concerning the survival of the human empire, caught between reality and the internet, reached its climax. Every second, warriors fell, and demons were purified. Only the fateful duel continued.

The great war between the Webgate Empire and Chaos suddenly broke out. Guilliman and Magnus clashed head-on, and the two extremely powerful psionic energies collided with a deafening roar. Blinding light swept in all directions, and violent energy shockwaves continued to spread and vibrate in the void.

In the midst of the critical battle, Felus suddenly drew his Human Alliance sword, and the air around him surged. With his extremely fast movements, he broke through layers of enemy lines.

"Primarch! Feralus!"

Felus suddenly made his move, charging straight into the center of the battle. His gleaming sword, carrying immense force, slashed fiercely at Magnus.

No matter how powerful Magnus was, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on two Primarchs.

The synergy between the Primarchs also resulted in a multiplied increase in power, and Magnus angrily shouted the name of his cowardly, fallen brother.

"Forgrim!"