Chapter 1132: Perhaps You Are Not As Terrifying As The Other Primarchs

Olaf retorted with intense emotion.

"That is not ethereal! That is the backbone of civilization!

When our descendants look back on today, they will know that in the darkest hour of the Feng Qi Xing Alliance, there was a group of people who did not kneel, did not yield, and fought until the very end!

This will become a spark, Guilliman! It will become a spark of resistance!"

"Sparks need fuel to burn. A spark that has gone out is merely Ashes."

Olaf shook his head.

"You are wrong. Some flames, even when the body turns to Ashes, the spirit will continue to burn.

Colonel Sele'en's 'Dark Tooth' was lost with all hands, but their actions have already spread across the Fengqi Network.

Now, countless young people are asking: Why can't we fight like the 'Dark Tooth'? Why must we cede the territory our ancestors bought with blood at the negotiating table?"

A flash of realization crossed Guilliman's eyes.

Olaf's true purpose: to use the sacrifice of the entire "Oathkeeper" fleet to ignite the spirit of resistance within the Feng Qi Xing Alliance.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

"So you will not surrender."

Guilliman concluded.

Olaf said, enunciating every word.

"Never. The Fengqi can die, but they cannot kneel."

The communication fell into Silence.

Guilliman's expression became complex.

"Admiral Olaf, I will ask one last time as a matter of routine: Do you believe there is any possibility of victory by continuing to resist? Do you believe that with your current fleet of fewer than forty scarred warships, you can defeat the Star Alliance fleet?"

Olaf laughed.

"Victory? No, we cannot win. But we can make you pay a price, Guilliman.

We can make you remember how heavy the cost of conquering the Fengqi is.

We can make you remember today before every future expansion decision, remember the 'Oathkeeper' fleet, and remember the determination of the Fengqi to be annihilated rather than surrender."

Olaf paused, a mad light burning in his Third Eye.

"And, who knows? Perhaps we can create a miracle.

After all, in the history of war, examples of the few defeating the many are not rare. Perhaps your fleet is not as powerful as you imagine, Archon Guilliman.

Perhaps... you are not as terrifying as the other Primarchs."

The moment these words were spoken, Guilliman's expression in the holographic projection froze.

"What did you say?"

Guilliman's voice was soft, but everyone on the Bridge felt a chill.

Olaf knew he had struck a nerve.

In his estimation as a Lieutenant, there existed a complex competitive relationship between the Primarchs.

Guilliman was known as a politician and administrator, but battle honors often went to more "warlike" Primarchs like Angron and Sanguinius.

Some commentaries even hinted that Guilliman won his status more through his mind than through force.

Olaf repeated slowly.

"I said, perhaps you are not that powerful, Guilliman. Perhaps you are just... luckier.

After all, commanding a fleet for long-range bombardment is one thing, but facing an enemy determined to die is another.

Other Primarchs would personally board a shattered enemy ship... but you? Do you dare?"

The communication channel was deathly silent.

Then, Guilliman laughed and spoke in a calm tone.

"Admiral Olaf, you have made a mistake. You thought you could use a provocation to make me take risks. You thought I would make an irrational decision out of pride."

Guilliman stepped forward, his perfect face looming in the holographic projection.

"But you know what? You guessed part of it. I do... really dislike being underestimated. Especially by an Alien Commander destined for failure."

Olaf felt his Third Eye sting violently.

Danger, extreme danger.

"So, I accept your 'invitation'. I will personally board the 'Oath', and let you see for yourself just how 'not powerful' the Primarch of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance really is. And you and your subordinates will pay for your arrogance with your lives."

The communication cut off.

The Bridge fell into dead silence.

All the Fengqi officers looked at Olaf, their eyes a mix of shock and fear.

Olaf's Adjutant spoke.

"Admiral... is he really going to... board our ship?"

Olaf nodded slowly.

"Prepare to meet a boarding operation. All personnel capable of fighting, arm yourselves.

Set traps, lay out ambush points. If Guilliman truly dares to come... we will make him regret this decision."

The order was passed down.

A combat alarm sounded inside the "Oath".

Soldiers still able to move grabbed their weapons and rushed toward potential boarding points.

Engineers began setting explosives, preparing to detonate the entire ship if necessary.

Olaf walked to the weapon rack and took down a standard-issue Fengqi Energy Rifle.

The rifle was heavy; he had not fought with a weapon in his own hands for many years.

"Admiral, you don't have to..."

The Adjutant wanted to dissuade him.

"No, I must."

Olaf checked the weapon energy.

"It was I who provoked him, and it was I who brought this disaster onto the ship. I will stand on the front line, together with my soldiers."

Olaf turned to face everyone on the Bridge.

"Listen, I know we might all die here. But if we can wound or even kill a Primarch... that will be the greatest victory in the history of the Fengqi War."

"That will prove to other factions: the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance is not invincible, and their 'gods' can also bleed."

"For Fengqi!" someone shouted.

"For Fengqi!" everyone responded.

Bridge of the Xiuluosheng Glory.

Guilliman cut the communication, turned to face everyone in the Command Center, his face devoid of any expression.

Donatus said cautiously.

"Lord Guilliman, boarding operations are too dangerous. Although the Oath is damaged, there are still many Alien soldiers. And they may have set traps..."

Guilliman raised his hand to interrupt Donatus.

"I know. But I must go."

"Why? Because of that Alien's provocation? That is clearly a trap!"

"No."

Guilliman walked to the weapon rack and took down his Power Sword, Loyalty.

"Because this is an opportunity. An opportunity to prove to everyone, including those Aliens in other factions who think I am 'too cautious'."

Guilliman fastened his helmet, and the lenses lit up with blue light.

"Olaf was wrong; in the eyes of some, I am indeed not as... warlike as my other brothers."

"They think I am better at politics than combat."

"But they do not know that I have always been suppressing my inner desire for war with self-control."

"Today, I will correct this impression."

Donatus wanted to say something more, but Guilliman raised his hand to stop him.

"Order: The First Company will board with me. The Second through Fifth Companies are to prepare for support. The fleet is to maintain a containment formation; if the Oath attempts to flee, Intercept immediately."

"If the boarding party encounters danger..."

"Then that would prove I am unworthy of leading the Ultramarines."

Guilliman's voice came through the helmet, carrying a metallic echo.

"That is all."

Guilliman arrived on a Light Cruiser, where fifty Ultramarines from the First Company were already lined up and waiting.

"Warriors,"

Guilliman's voice rang out over the communication channel.

"We are going to board an enemy ship. The objective is to capture or kill the enemy Commander and destroy their will to resist."

"Remember: We are the Ultramarines, we are the vanguard of the Star Alliance."

"Today, I will let the other factions watching from the sidelines see that Roboute Guilliman does not just negotiate... he also fights."

"Courage and Honor!"

The warriors responded in unison.