Chapter 278

The mechanical humming sound rang out; on Roboute Guilliman's throne, Belisarius Cawl's automatic reliquary completely swallowed Roboute Guilliman.

The humming sound it emitted was no different from a funeral bell in Calgar's ears; despair almost consumed his soul.

But as if to add more despair to Calgar, the void shields of Hera Fortress sent out a sound of complete shattering.

Amidst a roar from the Warp, the void shields that had always protected the entire Hera Fortress shattered with a bang, and the Black Legion's Dreadclaw drop pods tore through the clouds, rolling with flames and smashing directly into the Guilliman Sanctuary.

Following this, a storm was stirred up, shattering the marble floor; the surrounding stone pillars collapsed and disintegrated, and the carvings recording Roboute Guilliman's great cause were broken.

And the Heldrakes broke free from the Ultramarines' interceptors and also lunged into the sanctuary.

Flames with the smell of sulfur burned fiercely, and the Dreadclaw's hatch opened with a bang.

Roaring Khorne Berserkers poured out from within, wielding power axes and chainswords to join the battlefield.

This was the power of an entire Chaos warband, the power preserved by the Chaos commander until now, just to be thrown into the Guilliman Sanctuary at this moment to complete the mission given to him by Warmaster Abaddon.

Even for this, that Chaos Lord himself also fell into the Guilliman Sanctuary along with the Dreadclaw.

That Chaos Lord commanding an entire warband walked out from the Dreadclaw, which was spewing steam.

The muscles all over his body were ferocious and terrifying; those muscle fibers protruding from his skin were filled with terrifying power that did not belong to the material universe.

Thick blood covered his body; that blood seemed to come from those poor wretches who died at his hands; this blood never dried, rolling and roaring on his body.

And on his face, exposed to the air and resembling a bull's, ferocious Khorne runes were entrenched, appearing exceptionally horrifying.

Undoubtedly, this was a Chaos Lord deeply loved by Khorne; the warband he led was enough to destroy eighty-eight worlds; these extraordinary monsters born only for slaughter ravaged the Guilliman Sanctuary.

And the Grey Knights and Terminators added up to no more than a hundred people, and now they had already consumed a lot of power.

Facing an entire terrifying Khorne Chaos warband, they were already powerless.

And that Chaos Lord whose name Calgar did not know, but whose terrifying aura he could feel... that power was far greater than an average Chapter Master.

Calgar, who could fight that Chaos Daemon Lord, had the power armor on his leg shattered, and Voldus had also consumed most of his power in the battle with Tigurius.

Despair permeated Calgar's heart.

And his despair seemed to nourish that Chaos Lord.

The chainaxe in the Khorne Chaos Lord's hand roared with a buzz, his bloody mouth opened, and blood qi surged out from within.

"In the name of the Blood God Khorne, in the name of Chaos Warmaster Abaddon!"

"Son of Roboute Guilliman, I am the one who will take your skulls!"

"I am the offspring of Angron, my name is—"

A teardrop spear suddenly pierced through the entire battlefield, the sharp spearhead instantly cutting off the Khorne Chaos Lord's neck and severing his head.

That figure draped in linen robes seemed to be flying, leaping across the battlefield and standing on the corpse of that Khorne Chaos Lord.

That head of the Khorne Chaos Lord, just now, was rolling back and forth under the linen-robed figure's feet.

"... Bad news from the Warp, the Khorne Chaos Lord died suddenly on the spot in the Guilliman Sanctuary, at the age of only ten thousand, ascending to the Blood God steroid fortress."

"The deceased's name is... uh, anyway, forever remembered."

Zhou Yun, standing not far from Calgar, said sarcastically.

In an instant, the Khorne warband on the entire battlefield let out beast-like hisses.

The death of their leader did not make them afraid; instead, it further incited their anger and roars, rushing toward the linen-robed figure standing on the Khorne Chaos Lord's corpse.

Despair welled up in Calgar's heart again.

Even if that linen-robed figure was not on the side of Chaos, even if he had such powerful strength,

it was impossible to kill the entire Chaos warband with one person's strength, let alone stop these Khorne Berserkers from slaughtering the Ultramarines.

But at this moment, Zhou Yun, standing beside Calgar, shook the pocket on his belly.

Astartes in scarlet paint poured out continuously from the pocket on his belly like a blood-colored wave.

Calgar looked at this scene in a daze; the scarlet Astartes pouring out from his pocket had different paint jobs, but they were clearly all Sanguinius's offspring, coming from various chapters of the Blood Angels.

Such a mixed group certainly did not conform to the "Codex Astartes," but Calgar was in no mood to care about these minor details.

Relying on the superhuman brain of a son of Roboute Guilliman, he quickly judged that this Astartes army crawling out of the pocket had a full thousand people or so.

This was a Chapter-level force, not inferior to the Chaos warband that had fallen into the Guilliman Sanctuary!

"I am a person who lacks a sense of security; usually, I can't sleep at night if I don't carry a Chapter with me."

Zhou Yun looked at Calgar and said with a sincere expression.

Zzzzt—

At this moment, a low humming sound came from the reliquary behind Zhou Yun, and sacred binary runes surged on it, turning from red to green bit by bit.

Steam spewed continuously from the mechanical structure, and in the heat, the metal shell of the reliquary disintegrated bit by bit.

In the infinite Warp, the Chaos Gods and their dark servants had always been staring at the Guilliman Sanctuary.

They were waiting, waiting for the Son of Vengeance who could stir up surging waves in the Warp to return from death,

waiting for a loyal Primarch to walk among humans again, bringing hope to humanity, and then be destroyed and corrupted by Chaos.

However, as they kept casting their gazes, those dark, blasphemous things seemed to perceive that there was another figure in this sanctuary worthy of attention.

That figure draped in linen robes, that figure full of beauty, strength, vitality, and precognition... that figure constantly slaughtering the Black Legion.

The servants of the Dark Gods whispered, murmuring a guess, an impossible guess.

And three of the Chaos Gods held their breath, trying to see more clearly.

They saw a feather as white as the morning light flash by beneath the linen robes.

Khorne let out a hearty laugh, laughing at the dullness of his colleagues.

Slaanesh let out sixty-six cheers of surprise; He licked His lips, gazing at that beautiful figure.

Nurgle revealed a gentle smile, scattering seventy-seven kinds of diseases into the galaxy again, celebrating the return of a wonderful life.

Tzeentch let out ninety-nine sharp bird calls, first roaring because of this situation outside of fate, but soon began to murmur, "Everything is according to plan!"

And at the same time, another thing they had always been looking forward to happened.

Wind, hot wind swept through the sanctuary, and a bell-like sound rang through the entire sanctuary.

The automatic reliquary brought by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl disintegrated, leaving only broken metal scattered all over the ground.

Thus, a figure that made everyone on the battlefield hold their breath appeared.

The first to cheer was Saint Celestine flying in the sky; she shed tears of emotion, unable to help but chant the hymn of the figure.

Then it was the Ultramarines who had been consumed by despair; a power they had never experienced before suddenly burst out in their hearts, and the light of hope was burning fiercely.

Leina swallowed slightly; intense emotion and shock impacted her soul.

Now, sitting on that throne was no longer a pale, dying corpse, but the real—

Calgar looked at that handsome face like a nobleman's, his whole person stunned on the spot in disbelief.

That figure sitting on the throne had his eyes closed, but he was still so alert and wise, his whole body seeming to be shrouded in a faint light, and a roaring gold-blue storm vaguely whistled within his flesh and blood body.

How could that figure be so... how could that figure be so like Calgar's gene-father?!

No, Calgar slowly widened his eyes, no.

That is—

That is the true Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, a son of the Human Hua Hua Hua Di Huang, the gene-father of the Ultramarines.

The silence on the battlefield was broken by a roar.

That linen-robed figure turned his body slightly, as if deliberately letting a crazy Khorne Berserker launch a charge, roaring and lunging toward the throne.

Both loyalists and traitors cast shocked gazes toward that Khorne Berserker full of courage.

They were clearly all wondering, did this guy have his Butcher's Nails inserted too deep??

Thus, Roboute Guilliman, sitting on the throne, opened his eyes.

The fiercely burning Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword drew an arc in the void, and the Khorne Berserker's body was almost instantly cut in half at the waist.

Almost no one on the entire battlefield saw clearly what had happened.

Only the linen-robed figure smiled lightly, seeming to feel that Roboute Guilliman had not recovered well enough.

Only Thousand Faces and Yvraine let out exclamations; they saw the Primarch's movements and were therefore astonished at this unattainable power.

Only Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly; he perceived that some kind of connection had been established between himself and Roboute Guilliman, similar to the one with Sanguinius.

The Khorne Berserker's corpse fell below the steps, and Roboute Guilliman, wearing the Armor of Fate, seemed like a demigod standing in the human world.

He held the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword burning with undying flame, like Prometheus holding a fire of the sun, bringing forgotten hope and salvation to the Human Empire.

Subsequently, Roboute Guilliman breathed lightly, snatching the nutrients necessary to maintain his existence from the material universe.

His muscles were instantly filled with strength, and his eyes became clear.

And the traitors who had turned to Chaos also let out roars; the Black Legionnaires knew this was their last chance to complete the mission, and the only thing they could do.

The Khorne Berserkers charged toward the throne regardless of their lives, while the linen-robed figure stood in the tide of blood, as if letting all this happen, and as if believing that the person on the throne was not afraid of these Khorne Berserkers.

Thus, Roboute Guilliman began to run.

He stepped over Calgar's body lying on the steps, and the bright flame of the Hua Hua Hua Di Huang's Sword brought slaughter and death.

Every slash left behind corpses, every punch took away a life; the Khorne Berserkers of the Black Legion turned into a corridor made of corpses, as if welcoming the return of this Son of War.

And Roboute Guilliman never looked at these Black Legionnaires.

He had just been resurrected, the consciousness in his mind was not yet fully awake, but his superhuman brain made him focus only on two people on the battlefield.

One was Zhou Yun, who had vaguely established some kind of connection with him and seemed to be the one who killed and resurrected him.

The other person was—

Guilliman bathed in blood and corpses, standing before the figure draped in linen robes.

The two stood on two hills made of traitor corpses, gazing at each other across the void.

Calgar and the others on the battlefield were surprised to find that the existence in the linen robes did not seem inferior to Roboute Guilliman.

Roboute Guilliman gazed at that figure, slightly raised his lips, and said the first sentence after his resurrection.

"Who are you? How are you here?"

(End of chapter)