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The bright sunshine was shining outside the window. Robert Guilliman, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyes and saw a few white clouds floating in the clear sky of Macragge.
The aroma of warm tea wafted in front of him. Guilliman's adoptive mother Euden was looking at him quietly, encouraging the demigod to continue speaking with her eyes.
Guilliman sighed wearily.
I just don't know what happened.
He spread his hands helplessly, as if to express his confusion about the current situation.
[Three squads of Iron Warriors arrive at Macragge, led by Dantioch, the Iron Warriors' warsmith I told you about.]
Guilliman's words paused slightly when he mentioned the Iron Warriors.
"A good warrior of good sense and fortitude, I do remember him."
Euden said calmly,
"Why, I suppose this wouldn't be worse news than the extinguishing of the Astronomican?"
There was a moment's silence, and then Guilliman took a deep, deep breath. He buried his face in his large hands, ruffling his fingers through the short blond hair on his forehead.
[… I don’t know.]
Guilliman said slowly,
[He said... Perturabo is dead.]
The surface of the tea in Euden's hand fluctuated slightly, but Guilliman continued to speak.
[Or worse, he betrayed.]
"Betrayed your father?"
Euden asked softly, and the mortal lady heard Guilliman take a breath, and then Guilliman hummed softly,
[Every Space Marine has a special connection with their Primarchs. Dantioch told me that in the months before the Astronomican went out, every Iron Warrior he knew had experienced some kind of horrific vision.]
[He firmly believed that something ominous had happened.]
Guilliman paused, then stood up again and looked at Euden. Guilliman thought he was a little cruel. He shouldn't have told Euden this and added to her pressure.
[It turns out that he was right.]
Guilliman said,
[On the last day, they all dreamed of—]
Guilliman's voice slowed down, and he seemed confused by the matter.
[After the death of Hades, the Lord of the Order of Silence, they could no longer sense the connection with Perturabo.]
Euden blinked, she opened her mouth,
"And that day was—"
[Day of Disaster.]
Guilliman replied to Udon's words,
[The Astronomican was extinguished, the galaxy was torn apart, and one third of the psykers in Macragge's five hundred worlds went mad, and the rest would not be able to live a normal life in the short term.]
Euden was silent, and Guilliman across from her was also silent. Outside the room, the birds of Macragge were chirping noisily on the branches.
Inside the house, steam slowly rose from the teacup.
"It sounds like something happened in our blind spot."
Euton said, she asked tentatively,
"Is this disheartening to you, my child?"
Guilliman felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but in the end, he answered Lady Euden,
[Um.]
Guilliman responded dully. He must have looked very embarrassed now. He thought,
Euden's voice rang out in the house.
"But you did a good job, Lord Macragge. Didn't you successfully appease the people that day and send out the army to unify the management of the psykers?"
"Perhaps something cruel is happening in this galaxy,"
Euton paused for a moment.
"But the Extreme Five Hundred Worlds are still intact under your leadership. Perhaps the same is true for other worlds and legions."
"We just can't contact them at the moment."
Guilliman's lips curled up into a nervous smile, but slowly he relaxed.
Guilliman shook his head slightly and said,
[I shouldn’t be so pessimistic.]
He may indeed have been frightened by the Milky Way that day. Even now, if you stand in any plain in Macragge and look up, you can see the scar that runs through the Milky Way.
Yuton moved, took a sip of tea, and continued,
"Let's talk about Hades. I heard from Gage that Macragge's coercive action against psykers this time was based on the experience of the Order of Silence?"
"And Dantioch and the others dreamed of Hades. I remember you mentioned him. He should be a Death Guard?"
Guilliman smiled.
In fact,
He said,
[I don't know what Hades is, but I know that he and Mortarion have unique insights into psionic powers.]
[but…]
Guilliman recalled the scene at that time.
[The next time I saw this good warrior, he was with Malcador.]
"Malcador, the Imperial Regent,"
Euden spoke,
"Then it seems that Hades is not just a Death Guard."
Guilliman shook his head.
[He won't. I realized his unparalleled talent when he was still a Death Guard.]
He took a sip of tea.
[It would be great if he were in Macragge now. The Ultramarines are in urgent need of such talents. ]
Euden smiled.
"Maybe you'll meet him?"
Guilliman nodded.
If he could travel through the warp, he would be here.
The Astronomican used to guide the way was extinguished, and in order to maintain navigation near the Ultramarines, Guilliman lit up the Phaethon Lighthouse discovered by Dantioch and his party.
The Phaeth Lighthouse is an alien technology. To some extent, it is a small star torch that can replace part of the guiding function of the Terra star torch.
In order to obtain information about nearby star regions and because Guilliman had an appointment with the 12th Legion, the World Eaters, the World Eaters were welcome to come to Macragge for rest and recuperation.
Angron's home planet Nuseria is on the edge of the Extreme Kingdom, but for some reason, the Lord of Red Sand does not like this planet.
After the Council of Nikea, the World Eaters, who were originally sparsely populated, were indeed looking for their own supply world. Out of pure brotherhood, Guilliman invited Angron and his party to go to Macragge for rest.
Guilliman, unaware that the World Eaters were already oversupplied in the Maelstrom, assumed a more difficult environment for the XII Legion.
Before the World Eaters reached Macragge, the Astronomican was extinguished.
In order to allow the XII Legion to find Macragge, and in the hope of saving the ships stranded by the Warp currents near Ultramar, Guilliman chose to light the Phaethon Lighthouse.
Little did he know, however, that the first Legion to arrive at Macragge would not be the World Eaters.
Guilliman took a sip of tea and thought that after the Ultramarines' navigator recovered, he would be the first to send troops to Terra. In any case, the extinguishing of the Astronomican was still an unimaginable thing.
But at this moment, Guilliman did lack sufficient intelligence to judge the situation.
In any case, Guilliman thought, the Ultramarines would not be able to make long-distance voyages in the short term, so it was clear what he could do now.
He needed to first comfort the people who were panicked by the galactic anomaly and the psykers who were wailing in pain.
Guilliman sighed imperceptibly, and he began to worry that there were no anti-psychic talents like Hades among the Ultramarines.
The Emperor...
Guilliman thought, please give him a professional anti-psychic.
He looked up, the clear sky of Macragge reflected in his blue eyes.
————
Baal is burning.
"Shoot those sons of bitches out!!!"
The Blood Angel Amit screamed loudly, his saliva sprayed on the microphone inside the helmet, making a hissing sound.
The damn red thing was emitting hot air at him. Without hesitation, Amit swung the empty bolter in his hand at the monster's head.
One! Two! Three!!!
Blood and broken bones splashed on Amit's helmet, and the thing stopped shouting about blood and skull.
Amit kicked the still wriggling and twitching piece of rotten meat back with one foot, threw the grenade launcher in his hand at it, and then roared and drew out the barbed skinning knife at his waist.
"Don't be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius!! Follow me fucking!!!"
He was the first to rush out as the captain of the 5th Company of the Blood Angels, and rushed directly into the formation of the Khorne Daemon like a wild bull.
He cursed the son of a bitch and shouted a battle cry worthy of the blood of Sanguinius, which even drowned out the roars of the skull-sacrificing seats.
The bloodthirsty and furious figures fought among the great demons, and the blood dyed the already bright armor red. Behind Amit, the Blood Angels of the Fifth Company also fought bravely with those great demons.
For a moment, the communication channel of this group of Blood Angels was filled with the roars and shouts of the warriors.
Amit chopped off the four thorns on the head of the big devil with one knife. He poked the thorn head aside with the knife. The roars coming from the communication made him frown.
Among them, the roar of one soldier was somewhat out of place. He was no longer shouting the glorious battle cry, but rather a crazy roar that was extremely piercing.
It just happened to be now!
Damn, blood thirst!
Amit angrily stabbed the big demon in the chest again. He yelled and his orders came from the channel.
"John, come here!! Come here f*cking now!!!"
The Blood Angel called John was grabbing a big demon at this moment and hitting the big demon's head with his own. It was obvious that the big demon had lost its fighting ability, but John was still hitting it frantically with his head.
"Come here! John!! Or I'll fucking kill you!!!"
John turned his head sharply and pulled off his helmet, which fell to the ground with a dull thud after being dropped by its owner.
Under the dazzling and gorgeous sunset of Bal, John's pale face was handsome and distorted, blood flowed under his curly golden hair, and together -
Like the blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.
John bared his fangs. Even for a Blood Angel, they were too long and too sharp.
He slowly took a few steps forward, and then suddenly started running towards Amit at the front line!
Amit, who was confronting a Khorne Daemon that was one meter taller than him, let out an angry snore from his throat.
"Come and see who to beat!"
However, John did not hesitate to rush to the person closest to him, Amit. Amit cursed under his breath, and a loud shout burst out of his mouth. He reached out and grabbed the arm of the big demon.
"drink!!!"
He fell backwards with the big demon, and the next moment, John rushed forward with a roar, and pounced on the big demon that was covered by Amitābha.
Amit cursed loudly. He felt the twitching of this unlucky demon who might as well die directly. The knife in his hand stabbed straight into the demon's abdomen.
The demon was gnawing at Amit's helmet with his teeth, and he could hear the clear sound of the armor breaking.
Blood was flowing, but it was not Amit's. This big demon was bleeding. This was John's work.
After a while, the demon fell silent.
Amit pushed the demon's body away, cursing and chopped down the blind thing that rushed towards him again.
He looked up and saw that John had disappeared deeper into the great demon array. Blood and fragments of the power helmet were splattering, and he heard a beast-like roar—
But it wasn't coming from those monsters.
Amit took off his broken mask with one hand, and spat blood foam at the demon on the ground. Blood flowed from the place where the demon bit him.
"Keep attacking! Stay in line! Use melee weapons as much as possible!!!"
He yelled, determined not to bother with the unfortunate fellow anymore, but then, the sound of wind from high above came from behind him.
"grown ups!"
"Don't be worthy of the blood of Sanguinius!!!"
The battle brothers behind him shouted. Amit knew who was coming. He casually slapped away the flesh covering his shoulder armor badge and continued to rush forward.
A huge shadow was cast down from above him, and in a trance, Amit seemed to feel a slight soft touch on his face -
The next moment, an archangel descended from the sky!
The real Angry Angel descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the enemy. The huge impact force when landing directly overturned the big demon near the landing point!!!
The angel raised the golden spear high, with rage in his scarlet eyes. Those warlike demons were nothing but ridiculous puppets beside the primarch at this moment. The spear was swung and made a rustling sound.
An arc of golden line lit up around the angel, and then the wings fluttered. The circular blood mist that suddenly spurted out couldn't even catch up with the last white feather of the speeding angel.
Descending from the sky among the demons of Khorne, the Archangel Sanguinius looked like a true god of death.
Blood and skulls splattered everywhere. In a moment, the array of Khorne Daemons that had just been fighting with the Fifth Company was instantly turned into a desolate pool of blood. The remaining limbs were steaming with blood mist and twitching on the muddy and bloody ground.
When the last great demon's head fell to the ground, the angel lowered his spear.
The wings that had been waving during the battle slowly closed, and blood flowed down the white feathers without a trace of red.
The angel lowered his eyes, and Amit followed the gaze of his original body and saw John's vaguely recognizable corpse.
The archangel blinked, raised his head and looked at Amit, his scarlet eyes were filled with countless complex emotions that Amit could not understand.
A dry smile appeared on the corner of Amit's mouth.
"My father, this is the best solution. I'm sorry."
The Archangel said nothing, the wind blew, and Sanguinius's wings rose.
He needs to go to other battlefields immediately to support his offspring.
Amit and his fifth company were left standing in a pool of blood.
The muscles on Amit's face twitched, and he strode forward to the deepest part of the corpses.
He saw the white feather on the bloody corpse.
Amit reached out and wiped the blood off his face.
"damn it,"
He cursed and continued to command the Fifth Company to prepare for battle. Ever since the day the Milky Way suddenly fucking split apart, many blood-red monsters inexplicably grew on Baal, and they would attack people with their swords.
The incident happened suddenly, and due to the sudden disconnection of communications, most people had no idea what had happened.
Barr was immediately drawn into the melee.
Without access to Terra or the Warmaster, they were now isolated and helpless.
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(End of this chapter)