On the desperate battlefield, hope suddenly appeared.
Just like endless light emerging from the endless darkness.
No participant in the battle can forget the scene at this moment.
Along with the loud sound of trumpets and the golden flash of transmission, a character who moved countless people appeared on the stage.
He is the Emperor's own son, the Lord of Ultramar, the holy Thirteen Primarchs, the Savior of the Empire, the Savior of mankind, the model of the Primarchs - Guilliman.
The majestic body of the Primarch stepped onto the battlefield.
No Zerg can be defeated by his sword, and no Zerg can stop his power.
His arrival is a symbol of victory.
His arrival marks the end of the game.
His coming will be the end of the enemies of humanity.
Calgar thought it was a death hallucination until the Honor Guard around Guilliman helped him up.
It suddenly dawned on him that all this was true.
“Father!” Karga shouted with all his might, “I have failed you.”
"No, Karga, you did a perfect job. Now, you should take a rest. I don't want you to attend the celebration party with potions on."
Guilliman said with a smile on his face.
"No!" said Calgar. "That won't happen."
"Pharmacist, take care of him." Guilliman shouted, and a medical team came as he ordered and helped Calgar down.
Guilliman looked at the Zerg wave and smiled.
"Fight for the Emperor and slay all enemies," he shouted.
"Fight for the Emperor."
"For Guilliman."
"Fight for the Lord of Ultramar."
All communication channels were filled with shouts of support for their master and various excited slogans.
Accompanied by flashes of light, groups of warriors were teleported to the battlefield.
Many vehicles such as Thunderhawks and Stormbirds also swarmed out, transporting batches of imperial troops to the battlefield.
The Titan Order, the Knights Templar, the Mechanicus Crusaders, and many other troops were teleported to the surface one by one to launch a siege on the Imperial forces.
They launched attacks on the enemy on all fronts, like an iron fist that crushes everything in their path, with unparalleled will to destroy all enemies that tried to stand in their way.
Guilliman marched across the battlefield, and wherever he went, people cheered.
Those horrible Zergs collapsed at the first touch of his hand.
The Emperor's sword in his hand became brighter and brighter.
Golden flames burst out, shining brightly.
As the sword was swung, golden flames rose up and turned into a golden fire dragon.
Sweeping all the enemies of humanity before him.
This is the blessing bestowed upon him by the will of humanity as a whole, which enables him to possess incomparable and terrifying power.
Wherever it passes, everything will be destroyed without a trace.
Human will is unstoppable and can destroy everything.
Guilliman was clad in a suit of azure power armor.
Etched with the double-headed eagle emblem representing noble status and the empire.
The Armor of Destiny contains the most advanced technology of the Empire and the mysterious technology of the Eldar. Even the sound of its joints is as charming as some kind of mysterious melody.
The cloak fluttered behind him, as if cheering for a supreme monarch to arrive on the battlefield.
The Zerg behemoth roared loudly enough to shake the heavens and earth, causing people's ears to ache.
They tried to kill the imperial leader who arrived on the battlefield.
It gathered like a tide, and then headed straight for Guilliman.
However, they underestimated humanity's love and respect for this supreme leader.
There was no way they would sit idly by and watch Guilliman come to any harm.
The troops spontaneously gathered around Guilliman to protect him from the terrible attack that could have crushed them.
But there was no fear on their faces, only happiness of having achieved what they wanted.
To die for the savior of mankind is not a sad thing, but a matter of great honor.
The Zerg's final counterattack failed.
Guilliman completely crushed their offensive, and the huge Bio-Titan was reduced to ashes with a single blow of his sword.
The long sword swept across, and all the souls were turned into powder.
The hive mind has suffered unimaginable damage.
Guilliman had not only shattered its body, but its soul as well.
Every time the Zerg Swarm lost a Tyranid creature, it felt like it was being burned by flames, causing it extreme pain.
In the end, the Hive Mind even began to fear Guilliman's existence and the harm he could bring.
The Tyranids fled in all directions, preferring to die at the hands of others rather than be killed by Guilliman.
Sicarius and Phicles surrounded their monarch, fighting with swords non-stop, determined to kill all enemies.
Those Tyranid creatures that escaped Guilliman's slaughter could hardly escape their stranglehold.
A Zerg creature covered with arthropods pounced at Sicarius, but was pierced through the head by a power sword.
The power field instantly crushed the Zerg's head, turning it into a ball of rotten meat.
He fired his last explosive round, and before the warning rune popped up, the magazine flew out.
The new clip was loaded into the bolter in the blink of an eye.
With a roar, a bomb shot out and smashed an agile knife worm into pieces.
After activating the Emperor's Angels War Engine Module with the help of the Heart of Guilliman.
Sicarius's strength became more and more terrifying, sweeping away everything and having no rivals.
The same was true for Fikris. During the long battle, he also activated the most precious gift bestowed by the Primarch, and possessed terrifying power that was unimaginable to the world.
Wherever they passed, all the Zerg were killed.
A Genestealer attempted a sneak attack, but was shot by Fikris, who had already sensed the situation.
The bomb made a loud noise and directly shattered the biological shell on the opponent's chest.
A painful wail was heard.
The Genestealer tried to flee in pain.
But Fikris had already rushed up, and his speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.
He swung the sword in his hand.
Before the Genestealer could react, it was chopped off by Fikris.
Guilliman's arrival excited the human survivors on the battlefield.
After witnessing that no matter how powerful the beasts were, they were vulnerable in front of the Primarch and were killed at will by him.
A feeling of excitement flowed through the bodies of all the soldiers.
The muscle soreness and fatigue disappeared without a trace.
Infinite power surges from within, and the whole body seems to be reborn.
"victory."
"Guilliman will win."
"The Lord of Ultramar will win."
The communication network was filled with cheers.
All the survivors gathered into a counterattack formation and launched an attack on the defeated Zerg along with the support troops.
Unparalleled confidence emerged in everyone's heart.
With the Primarch leading them, nothing could stop them.
"Charge, for victory." Hawk shouted. One of his arms was broken and hanging on his shoulder, but this did not affect his charge at all.
His face was also covered with tears.
Only one in ten soldiers from the 502nd Regiment survived, and all of them were injured.
Commissar Abel died on a front line, and Hawke watched his body being torn apart.
Sometimes, Hawke hated the so-called political commissar.
But he had to admit that the other party was really brave and excellent.
If he could survive, he would definitely become a top figure in the future.
It's a pity that his luck was a little bad.
Originally, Abel, as the political commissar, was in the rear, so logically the danger shouldn't have been that great.
But after the void shield fell, the Tyranids launched an attack on the rear of the Empire.
A large number of spore sacs exploded in the rear, causing many imperial troops to be killed.
Abel, as the political commissar, was also unfortunate enough to be within the range of the enemy's attack.
Countless Zergs overwhelmed him and his guards.
Abel did not retreat, but fought the Zerg with his weapon until the last moment.
Old John also died.
He lost his life in order to sing the so-called heroic stories of the empire.
Hawke wanted to save him.
But when they arrived, his body had been torn into pieces.
Kakar followed Hawke with weapons in hand, also shouting, and launched a counterattack with many imperial soldiers.
This poet who was once naive and devoted to creating poetry no longer has his former innocence and ignorance.
Behind the heroes' hymns is endless sadness, corpses everywhere, the departure of comrades, and the separation of brothers.
Of all the sufferings in the world there is no greater suffering than that on the battlefield.
Kakar witnessed what the epic war he once pursued was like.
Against the backdrop of such a horrific dark age.
Countless men and women did their best to keep the empire alive.
"Great Guilliman," he cried.
Only by witnessing the Dark War can one understand how important Guilliman is to the Empire.
Kakar once had doubts about Guilliman's reform policies.
When he saw countless men and women sacrificing themselves for insignificant victories.
When he saw the bodies lying in the trenches, torn to pieces by the Zerg.
He understood the meaning of it all.
Those powerful people who are high up and far away from the battlefield will never understand.
All they care about is their own power.
Any sacrifice can be attributed to their loyalty to the Emperor.
They don't care about the life or death of the lower class.
They consider themselves loyal, so they must gain power.
Guilliman's taking away of their power was seen by them as persecuting them as loyalists.
They don't care why Guilliman wants to take away their power.
All they could see was Guilliman persecuting them.
Persecute loyalists of the Empire.
To seize the Emperor's throne.
He had no idea that what Guilliman cared about was the entire empire and the entire human race.
The two sides are not on the same dimension, so it is naturally difficult for them to understand each other.
After such a brutal and bloody battle.
Kakkar has completed his transformation.
From that weak poet to a warrior full of courage and talent.
He will follow the great Primarch until the end of his life.
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The victory of humanity cannot be stopped.
The Zerg that landed on the surface were vulnerable to powerful reinforcements and were destroyed in an instant.
Accompanied by the wailing of the last Zerg.
The defense of Vitria came to an end.
Of course this is not the end.
The Zerg they destroyed were only a part of Behemoth's fleet.
It will take some time to completely deal with these visitors from outside the galaxy.
The Imperial Fleet has launched a siege against Behemoth.
The vast Imperial fleet will sweep over all Tyranids until they are completely destroyed.
After the battle, Guilliman returned to the capital city of Vittoria.
By this time, those survivors had learned of the Primarch's arrival.
They came from all directions, each of them unable to contain their excitement.
Wherever Guilliman passed, the people shouted excitedly.
All cheering Guilliman's name.
The noisy waves came one after another.
"Look at him, the great savior." A ragged woman held up her child with all her strength. "Remember him, child."
Many more were too excited to speak.
Wherever Guilliman looked, everyone shed tears.
A man with dirty clothes and a foul odor also started crying loudly in the crowd.
If someone who knows me is here, they will definitely recognize me.
He was the beggar who called Guilliman a traitor.
A man who was once a governor but was stripped of everything and banished to the lower class.
At this moment, all the dirty words have disappeared.
The man who witnessed the Primarch's heroic performance was so moved that he cried.
He prostrated himself on the ground and begged the Emperor to forgive his crimes.
What kind of madness would make him insult a great Primarch