[Disconnect port No. 3, and send thirty soldiers from the 19th Regiment to the southeast gate to evacuate the refugees.]
In the small flight cabin, Guilliman quickly and methodically directed the Ultramarines to participate in the disaster relief.
And as he said, the number of Extreme Warriors that could be immediately mobilized had reached a number that was enough to make the Lord of Red Sand dumbfounded.
But Angron was in no mood for a harmless little joke with Guilliman now—
Since the Butcher's Nail ceased functioning, Angron has gradually regained his abilities, and he has an innate ability to perceive the emotions of others, and even to comfort and empathize with them.
Among them, the emotions that Angron could sense most were those of his offspring, the World Eaters.
The link between Father and Son is always two-way, but unfortunately before that, Angron's end of the link was interrupted by the buzzing nail.
On the other hand, the World Eaters, feeling the pain of their Primarch, tried to save their father.
With the help of Hades, and the manifestation of the Emperor's sacred pinky bone, the World Eaters were able to save their father.
But at what cost
Angron, who gradually recovers and gradually establishes connections with his descendants, will also suffer painful backlash from his descendants.
Angron shuddered and took deep breaths, feeling the rage, the betrayal, the killing intent of the battle.
They seared through Angron's nerves like fire.
Despicable fellow... Angron thought, never before had he felt the rage so clearly grip him.
And the clear and visible emotional score before his eyes was definitely not something he could achieve with his previous abilities—
That damned coward used witchcraft to intensify it all.
Angron clenched his axes Blood Father and Blood Son, his fingers twitching as he wished he could chop down the enemy immediately.
Guilliman paced in the small flight chamber. He looked at Angron many times, trying to comfort him, but gave up after seeing Angron's twitching eyelids.
Guilliman's anxious, yet warm and calming mood illuminated Angron, and under normal circumstances, Angron would definitely thank Guilliman for this.
But now, as Angron stared at Guilliman, he suddenly felt betrayed, deceived.
This is the emotion coming from "the other side".
what is going on
Angron suppressed his anger and forced himself to think.
In his interactions with Hades, Angron realized that he, or the other Primarchs, would betray and fall.
…But Guilliman could not betray.
Angron thought, even if the pain from the child was heartbreaking,
But beside him, Guilliman, who was trying to comfort him and even had just lost his composure, was a real reality at this moment.
Angron sighed, staring at Guilliman, and spoke sternly:
[Guilliman, this is the World Eaters' business, you will be in charge of the outer command—]
Angron paused.
If the enemy could blow up the spaceport where the World Eaters were stationed, there was no reason why they couldn't blow up the one beneath Guilliman's feet.
[—You can follow me or go to the Death Guard.]
Angron laughed to himself, imagining that Mortarion must be standing there cursing at them for being such impulsive bastards.
There was no other way, Angron thought. He could not let these warriors who risked their lives to save him fall into danger again. Even if he died in battle, he would die with them.
But Guilliman, Angron thought, why was he also so irrational
Guilliman frowned.
[I have already alerted the Death Guard, and the Ultramarines have already gone there to guard.]
Angron smiled and waved his hands. He could hear the painful screams in his ears.
[Excuse me, brother, I have little reason to trust the Death Guard in this matter. ]
[but…]
Angron rubbed his brows.
[I can't let them get involved in the war.]
[You can trust the Ultramarines.]
Guilliman paused, his blue eyes fixed on Angron.
[I know you think I don't understand psychic power, but in fact, I have registered and alerted every psychic in the Kingdom of Ultramar, so that on the day when the Astronomican went out, the Ultramarines were able to control the chaos in the shortest time.]
[In fact, until now, I believe that most planets are still in the midst of the disaster of psychic riots.]
[Control all psykers, Ultramar is safe.]
In the previous argument with Mortarion, Mortarion did not say that it was because of [sorcery], so he suggested that Guilliman disturb the people's livelihood, but Guilliman, who thought he controlled all psykers, did not think in the direction of psykers.
However, the suggestions made by Mortarion are not just aimed at [witchcraft].
Angron gave a wry smile.
[That’s not what I meant—]
[Team Zero has been dispatched.]
Guilliman said seriously, and Angron was puzzled for a moment.
[I once made a deal with Hades, the commander of the Death Guard.]
Guilliman replied in all seriousness:
[The transaction was small, but better than nothing.]
[When the detection sequence of the space station detected the psychic fluctuations, this batch of Ultramarines Librarians equipped with black bullets were already on the way. ]
[Then why do you—]
[Because neither of you mentioned the word "psychic power" from beginning to end, I wanted to remind you of this just now, but from your reaction, I think you already know it.]
Angron took a deep breath.
[Good—good, good, good!]
The Lord of Red Sand clenched his fist and hit his chest.
[I owe Hades one more time!]
Robert Guilliman paused, and decided not to mention the fact that he had single-handedly formed this small team.
————
After a turbulence, Angron was the first to rush out of the transport ship. The Primarch strode forward anxiously, but what he saw was a wall formed by the Ultramarines.
The blue warriors held back the fire and explosion, and advanced slowly and steadily.
After Angron left the cabin, Guilliman followed closely behind. The moment the blond Primarch stepped onto the spaceport, Guilliman's Chapter Master immediately stepped forward to report the situation to the Primarch.
"Sir, the chaotic area is C3, the outermost area of the port - we have observed some non-human creatures and the presence of Space Marines."
"The three teams you deployed have already rushed in, but due to signal problems, we are unable to contact them. Eight sages are currently handling the situation urgently, but since the port signal array has been destroyed, the signal cannot be restored in a short period of time."
Guilliman nodded.
[Have you found out the cause of the explosion?]
"No, sir."
Guilliman said.
[… Their target is the World Eaters. ]
Angron spoke. He stared at the advancing Ultramarines. For some reason, this didn't seem like the Ultramarines' fighting style that he was familiar with. Instead, it was more like, more like—
[This is the array I learned Death Guard from.]
Guilliman came up to Angron.
[The Ultramarines once worked with the Death Guard. This was the formation they used when fighting against the psionic species.]
[However, since the Ultramarines cannot deploy anti-psychic weapons on a large scale like the Death Guard, and we don't usually fight psychics, the Ultramarines' advance speed is about 34% slower than the Death Guard.]
Guilliman looked at Angron, as if asking him something.
Angron smiled, feeling his facial muscles twitching.
[The World Eaters cannot wait that long.]
[Then we should form a team and break out first.]
Guilliman said immediately, and as the Primarch spoke, the Zero Team he mentioned earlier stepped out.
This is a small-scale test unit built by Guilliman based on the Zeroth Company of the Death Guard. It is composed of think tanks and veterans, but no Soulless Ones, as they have all been conscripted by the Black Ships.
Angron strode forward, and for a moment it occurred to him that one day he would see traces of the World Eaters in the battles of the Ultramarines.
This is... Robouti Guilliman, and the way the Ultramarines fight.
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)