The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Guard

As Guilliman summoned, a deafening roar echoed through the halls of Heliopolis. The Phoenix Gate was blasted open, melted into countless fragments by pre-planted molten metal bombs. Guilliman's offspring instantly flooded the hall, locking onto the Primarch and unleashing a barrage of fire from their bombguns and plasma guns.

"Hmph, you despicable scoundrel." Forgrim dodged Guilliman's attack once again. "Is this your plan?"

Fugrim was surrounded by an eerie pale purple light, and almost all the bombs fired at him were deflected by him. Only the plasma orbs could bombard him and gradually dissipate on the surface of the pale purple light.

"I told you," Guilliman said, his swordsmanship superb, yet he was still forced back by Forgrim, "today is your death day."

"Hahaha..." Fugrim burst into a huge laugh, his serpent tail lightly touching the ground as he leaped into the air, his body spinning, and lashed out at Guilliman and Elpis with his tail. The two of them blocked the attack together, taking a few steps back.

"Let my children entertain your offspring." Forgrim opened his mouth wide and let out a shriek. "Children, welcome your cousins."

As soon as the words were spoken, a chaotic sound immediately arose from the darkness, and countless figures responded to the Primarch's call, attacking the arriving Ultramarines.

These fallen warriors of the Emperor's sons have long lost their former glory; their tattered power armor is covered in spikes, jewels, and patterns. As they march, the various accessories clink against each other, producing a jarring noise. Many carry sonic weapons capable of emitting destructive music.

"Number Three!" Elpis roared, drawing Forgrim's attention. He leaped forward, his spear slashing down from above. Guilliman took a step to Forgrim's side, his Imperial Sword thrusting straight into the enemy's chest.

The Primarch dared not be careless. He used his two upper limbs to raise his sword to block Elpis's attack, and his two lower limbs to use his sword to block the Emperor's Sword, which was burning with flames.

The six weapons intertwined, the silvery-white light on the Spear of the Moon and the thick purple liquid on the Primarch's Sword melting into each other. The flames on the Emperor's Sword continuously evaporated the purple liquid, the intense heat keeping even the Primarch from getting too close.

"Die!" Guilliman roared, seizing the opportunity, unleashing the full power of his left Hand of Domination, and punching the two blades blocking the Emperor's Sword.

The two blades were no match for Guilliman's powerful punch and were knocked away. The Emperor's Sword remained in a thrusting stance, continuing its charge towards the Primarch's chest.

Fugrim was terrified. He strained his tail to lift his body, trying to dodge the fatal blow. He could already feel the heat of the flames.

The distance was too close; the Emperor's Sword pierced directly into the demon's left side at the waist. Flames from the sword continuously melted away the demon's filthy flesh. While Forgrim had dodged the fatal attack, his own body was injured once more.

"The Corpse King's lackey!" Fugrim shrieked, leaning back to escape the searing flames from the Emperor's Sword.

At this moment, a huge wound could be seen on the right side of the demon's waist, but a magical purple light shield covered it, preventing the wound from worsening.

However, the wound on the left side of the demon's waist was burned open, leaving a large hole. Filthy flesh and poisonous blood continuously oozed from the hole, dripping onto the stone slabs of the hall and emitting corrosive black smoke.

Taking advantage of his weakness, Guilliman and Elpis continued their battle with Forgrim, but the cunning Forgrim disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"Guilliman, it's time to retreat." Elpis, seeing Vograim disappear, gave a timely reminder, the power of the moon goddess continuously flowing into the spear, ready to activate teleportation at any moment. "Retreat! We're not here to kill him."

While keeping an eye on the hidden Forgrim, Guilliman and Elpis broke through the Ultramarines who were already engaged in a fierce battle.

At this moment, the purple-armored Emperor's Son surrounded the blue-armored Ultramarines. Looking around, the blue warriors seemed like a lone boat adrift in a purple ocean, constantly moving closer to their Primarch.

Leading the column was a spearhead composed of the Primarch Guard and elite soldiers from the Second Company, who continuously slashed at the enemy, clearing paths and breaking through towards the Primarch.

In the center of the column was a fire support formation composed of veteran Terminator soldiers from the First Company, whose powerful Terminator armor relentlessly brought death to the enemy. Also present were soldiers from the Second Company, wielding assault shields and power swords, constantly cutting down approaching enemies as they circled the column.

The Emperor's Sons' sonic weapons are not to be underestimated; the visible sonic waves vibrate the air, knocking the Ultramarines to the ground. These sonic weapons penetrate the warriors' power armor, directly affecting their internal organs.

The Space Marine's internal organs were shattered by the repeated sonic attacks, and mouthfuls of blood flowed from his mouth and seeped through the gaps in his breathing mask. Before the weakened Space Marine could recover, he was hit by another sonic attack. This time he could not withstand it any longer and was thrown to the ground, his power armor also developing several cracks.

Seeing his offspring slaughtered, Guilliman could no longer control his emotions. "Forgione!" he roared, "Come out and see me!"

A figure flashed by, and Fulgrim, like a venomous snake, crawled across the ground and slithered into the ranks of the Ultramarines. Within moments, several Primarch Guard members were decapitated.

Guilliman panicked and hastily pushed through the enemy's blockade, swinging his sword at Forgrim. But he failed to notice that these warriors of the Emperor's Sons were deliberately letting him pass, and then blocking Elpis who was following behind.

This is a trap.

Forgrim lunged at Guilliman, narrowly avoiding a direct hit from the Emperor's Sword, and instantly wrapped his tail around Guilliman.

"Ah!" The scorching flames made the demon primal scream. "Today, you will not escape death."

Immediately, its tail tightened forcefully, the immense power causing the armor of reason to creak and groan. Forgrim grabbed Guilliman's helmet with one hand and yanked it open, exposing his flesh directly to the air.

The putrid stench in the air made Guilliman want to vomit. The purple aura emanating from the Primarch invaded Guilliman's nostrils, making him feel dizzy and weak.

By this time, Forgrim's injured waist had healed, leaving only two scars, one deep and one shallow. The surging warp energy restored the Primarch's body. A blade appeared in Forgrim's hand, aimed at the never-healing scar left by Cole Fallon on Guilliman's neck.

"Today, this is the end for the Sons of Vengeance." Forgrim leaned close to Guilliman's ear. "Give my regards to my father."

Having said that, Fugrim stabbed him directly.

At this critical moment, Elpis seized the opportunity, vanishing instantly and reappearing behind Vogrim. The energy annihilation cannon on his Moon Spear was fully charged, and the silvery-white orb flew rapidly toward Vogrim.

The ball of light instantly engulfed Forgrim, and a huge scream came from within it, causing Forgrim's sword to veer off course.

The blade grazed the wound on Guilliman's neck, leaving a few drops of purple, highly toxic liquid.