In this crisis, Valyrian did the best he could.
The automatic artillery arrays scattered throughout the walls of Lion Gate opened fire immediately.
There are also gunboats and Titans, as well as countless war instruments that carry the wrath of humanity as support.
In an instant, they poured out tightly interwoven walls of fire.
Groups of demons fell in the crazy fire sweep.
But more demons came up.
They climbed along the city walls or flew towards the palace with the help of their wings.
The defense of Lion Gate was full of loopholes due to the lack of manpower.
Even if the Imperial Guards were able to react and arrive in time to assist the Grey Knights in the defense, the situation would not be optimistic.
The demon's attack was too powerful.
Even some of the silent nuns who were in charge of the inner court were dispatched here.
These psychic busters are extremely effective against daemons of the Warp.
But none of these can prevent the final fate.
After ten thousand years, the Lion's Gate was breached again by demons and traitors led by Angron.
The defensive towers collapsed under the siege of the Living Ones.
The huge bronze mechanical door shattered under Angron's battle axe.
The demons poured into the outer court through the gap in the city wall.
The traitor standing in the front, Angron, roared to the sky.
His roar was loud enough to be heard clearly within a hundred miles.
Valerian jumped from the fighter plane and immediately joined the battle.
The demonic tide is endless, and there seems to be no end.
This was the first time Valyrian faced such a large number of demons.
He could sense a hint of the brutality of the past Webway Wars.
The Sister of Silence stood beside him, using her anti-psychic field to suppress the demons.
The Grey Knights have also activated their weapons and are fighting in the mad tide of magic.
Relying on his keen combat intuition and the instincts derived from years of training, Valerian brandished his weapon under the siege of countless demons.
Chop, slash, and thrust, the moves are simple and effective.
The monsters that rushed towards him were all killed in his foolproof attack.
The Silent Sister who cooperated with him had a perfect understanding.
This is the Emperor's design.
In that era when there was still hope, the Sisters of Silence enjoyed special treatment, just like the Guards.
The power of the Grand Sister is comparable to that of the Grand Marshal of the Guards, and she is the Emperor's trusted right-hand man.
But as time passed, they disappeared from mainstream history.
The High Lords disliked them.
Because of its soulless characteristics, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
The Sisters of Silence can only be scattered across the galaxy, taking on the task of fighting demons and cultists alone.
It was not until recently that they returned to Terra.
Valyrian had heard that there were more Sisters of Silence at the Primarch's side.
The Primarch is helping them restore their former identity and status, making them the most powerful force in the Imperium's fight against the Warp.
The city walls collapsed and Lion Gate fell.
Marshal Valanor of the Imperial Guards urgently mobilized Imperial Guards from other areas to join the battle.
Even the Dreadnought that had been dormant for a thousand years was dispatched.
Sleeping inside are the remains of the traumatized Custodians who are still willing to serve the Emperor.
They roared through the loudspeakers of their Dreadnoughts, their massive cannons spewed out fire, and their chainsaw swords spun at high speed, cutting through every monster that tried to stand in their way.
Millions of mortal troops used their flesh and blood to block the frenzied enemies and prevent them from advancing further towards the palace.
They are composed of the lifeless beings of the Warp and the crazy mobs, and their scale is definitely no less magnificent than the siege battles of the past.
The torrent of enemy forces was uneven, and each monster that swept in seemed unique, a physical embodiment of various strange nightmares in mortal dreams.
Those twisted and mutated thugs mixed in with the demons' ranks. From time to time, they would let out shrill screams, which often contained madness and excitement of welcoming the end of destruction.
The vast battlefield outside the imperial palace was filled with the sound of swords clashing and heat waves that could burn everything.
Valerian was so engrossed in the slaughter that he didn't care even if his muscles and bones ached.
The Imperial Guards must not fail again.
Demons must never be allowed to enter the inner court again.
"Reload." Valerian threw the halberd in his hand to his machine slave and took the spare weapon.
He turned around, bent his knees, and then raised his head to directly rip open the belly of a demon that pounced on him.
He fought hard, like the other loyalists, to drive out the demons and at least retake Lion's Gate.
There were corpses all around him, and the stench was almost poisonous.
Unfortunately, the demons are endless, and the thugs are also endless.
Time and again, the enemy pounced on the fire defense constructed by the loyalists.
Those great demons of Khorne, flowing with blood and burning with black fire, have become one with the Blood God and destroyed all defenses with ease.
The towers collapsed before them, the tanks were overturned and smashed like toys, and the city walls were reduced to ruins by the shaking and impact.
Nothing can stop them.
Those mortal soldiers who tried to flee from them were either turned into torches or hacked to pieces by their battle axes.
We are going to fail again.
A monarch who was unable to protect himself like he was ten thousand years ago
A terrifying thought occurred to Valerian.
Those big demons are wreaking havoc, and nothing can stop them.
"Kill." Valerian suppressed his uneasiness and rushed towards one of the big demons.
The Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence beside him followed closely behind.
It was a truly gigantic creature, larger than any enemy Valyrian had ever seen, indistinguishable from a Titan.
Valyrian also saw the monster tear apart the Titans stationed in the palace.
Thinking of this, Valerian became even more dissatisfied with the High Lords and even wanted to kill them.
The Firebee Titan Legion and the Jiaoyang Titan Legion, which were originally responsible for guarding the imperial palace, were sent to the Beta-Garmon galaxy by those damned high lords.
Now, only some small and medium-sized Titans remain in the palace.
There is no Emperor class, and no Apocalypse class.
This foolish behavior led to a sudden collapse of the palace's defenses.
When the matter was settled, Valerian vowed that he would advise the Lord Marshal of the Custodes to make those guys pay a heavy price.
They have strayed from her vision.
Ignoring Terra's defenses for the sake of power.
Such behavior cannot be forgiven and must be paid for.
The Great Daemon of Khorne roared, and every step he took sank into the concrete, denting it and leaving a mark on the ground filled with blasphemy, burning with black fire.
Its power is in no way inferior to that of the mechanically built Titan, and its strong and powerful body contains the surging power of a volcano.
The axe in his hand alone is as big as the chassis of a heavy tank. It looks very heavy and no mortal can withstand its blow.
As the axe blade whizzed through the air, it left a trail of flames in the air.
The big demon folded up his pair of bat wings with bone spurs and fell freely from a height of hundreds of meters.
As it moved, the earth rumbled as if it could not bear the weight.
The platform was crushed beneath its feet, and its muscular arms held a burning battle axe.
It looked at Valerian and the others who were rushing towards it and roared in challenge.
The roar was deafening and even stirred up a gust of wind.
Some low-level demons lost control and collided with others of their kind.
The mortal soldiers who remained nearby screamed in pain at his roar.
The violent ether surrounded it, and its eyes were filled with malice.
The Sisters of Silence and the Grey Knights surrounding Valyrian drew their weapons.
The anti-psychic field automatically spread, covering the big demon.
But it didn't care. Even with its flesh and blood, it was confident that it could kill these stupid ants.
Valerian was the first to rush forward, and he was always the fastest.
"The slave of the Corpse King." The big devil roared.
"Go back, puppet of the Blood God." Valerian responded with his weapon in hand.
He could feel the corruption emanating from these fragments of Khorne.
It was like a furnace, roiling with seething and uncontrollable rage.
In this short distance, Valerian accumulated enough kinetic energy for his charge.
He tightly grasped the halberd in his hand, leaped up at a suitable distance, and slashed at the demon.
The Grey Knight and the Sister of Silence did not hesitate, leaping up the steps right behind him.
With weapons in their hands ready to go, they shouted words of condemnation and determination as they attacked the demon.
Bombs exploded and swords cut through the air.
With the help of the kinetic energy of jumping and the potential energy of falling, the halberd in Valyrian's hand slammed heavily into the giant axe of Khorne.
The power of Hell against the iron of the Empire.
The huge impact created a shock wave visible to the naked eye.
Valyrian's body was blown away by the shock wave, and the Great Demon of Khorne also took several steps back.
The Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence took the opportunity to attack other locations of the demons.
One Grey Knight smashed at the demon's kneepads with his armor-piercing hammer, another shouted the Emperor's name and hacked at the opponent's head, while other Grey Knights stabbed and slashed with their swords, and then continuously fired blessed bombs into the wounds.
The Sisters of Silence are also mixed in with the Grey Knights. Their special abilities strip the demon of its warp power, leaving it to fight against it according to mundane rules.
The great demon roared and swung his battle axe with his powerful arms. A grey knight was cut in half, and the broken limbs burned in the black fire.
A Sister of Silence was knocked off the platform by its brutal impact, and her battle axe killed another sister, and the ground of the platform was covered with burning flames.
Valerian climbed up, his knuckles were bleeding and his arms were aching.
He suppressed the pain in his body and charged with greater speed, leaping and slashing once more.
They are fragments of Khorne, fueled by the eternal rage dissolved in blood, and driven by a never-ending desire to kill.
Even the Grey Knights' weapons could only cause minimal damage to them.
However, their attacks are extremely deadly to those loyal to the Empire.
No matter what type of Terminator armor or the golden armor of the Custodes, it is as fragile as a paper lake in front of the Great Demon of Khorne.
However, Valerian did not hesitate at all, he rushed forward again.
Even though he knew he would die, he still moved forward courageously.
Only by doing so can we have a chance of winning.
Valyrian's halberd pierced the demon's body, and the tip of the spear flashed with blue arcs of disintegrating force fields, all of which sank into the enemy's body.
The demon let out a painful roar, angry at being severely injured by the ants.
Valerian roared and shouted the slogan of dying for the Emperor, swirled the halberd in his hand, and then pulled it out suddenly.
The demon's hot blood gushed out soon after.
The Grey Knights launched another joint attack. They joined together to attack the demon's joints, heart and other important parts, further increasing the results of the battle.
The injury made the big demon even crazier. As it roared, low-level demons also gathered and surrounded the platform.
A Grey Knight was overwhelmed, torn apart by countless demons in a desperate roar.
This forced Valerian and others to send some people to prevent low-level demons from destroying their plans.
This makes the battle against a large demon even more difficult.
Valerian endured the pain in his body and ignored the painful groans from his armor. He rushed forward again and stabbed the opponent's thigh with the halberd in his hand. With the help of the decomposition force field, he cut another deep wound.
The leading Grey Knight smashed the big demon's face with his war hammer, breaking one of its horns burning with black fire and causing its huge head to deflect.
The great demon roared in rage, and it swung its fist and hit a Grey Knight.
An ear-sore voice came from the heavy body in iron-gray.
The Grey Knight's bones and armor were shattered by the terrifying brute force.
Then the monster turned and looked at Valerian, with terrible anger in its eyes.
The battle axe in his hand slashed towards the imperial guards.
Valerian tried to block the blow, but he was still sent flying.
The suit issued a shrill alarm, indicating that it was damaged in multiple places, and his bones were shattered in the confrontation.
The Emperor gave the Custodes sufficiently powerful genetic modifications, otherwise Valyrian's body would have exploded under the attack of the Great Demon and turned into countless scattered debris.
The great demon rushed towards the Imperial Guards, knowing that the biggest threat was the slaves of the Corpse King.
They were given the flesh and power to fight the Warp.
Only by killing him can we achieve victory.
However, the Grey Knights and the Sisters of Silence did not let it do as it wished. A Sister of Silence used all her strength and chopped its knee with a huge sword.
The crackling giant sword cut into the demon's blood-red muscles and sliced through the gray-white tendons.
The great demon roared in despair. Such a wound was not considered a serious injury in the warp.
But this is the real universe, and everything needs to follow the laws of reality.
The joint was broken, and the great demon was unable to deliver the final blow to Valyrian.
It lost its balance and fell down.
Ignoring the bone spurs and broken armor remaining in its body, Valerian stabbed its throat with the halberd in his hand.
The powerful recovery ability connected to his bones and flesh, but was destroyed again in his reckless counterattack.
The halberd that was shining with the decomposition force field was completely pierced into the demon's body, leaving only the handle at the end.
The other Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence all attacked together.
Break every tendon and joint of the opponent, making sure that the opponent will never be able to stand up again.
Only when the Great Demon of Khorne stopped moving did Valyrian draw out his halberd and, leaning on it, barely stand on the battlefield.
He looked around and could see the loyalists who had suffered heavy losses.
This was just a small and tragic victory. In order to kill a big demon, the team of Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence had been torn apart, and everyone was injured.
Even he himself is like this.
His injuries were so serious that he needed professional treatment, otherwise the remaining bone spurs and ruptured tendons would make him a disabled person.
However, the war situation at that time made him dare not even think about leaving the battlefield.
The devil has gained complete advantage, and he must continue to fight to protect the palace.
Not every team was victorious, and many teams composed of Custodes, Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence failed, being torn apart by the great demons.
On the other side, the Grand Marshal of the Custodes and the most elite Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence were fighting against Angron.
Their situation is equally bad.
Marshal of the Guards - Valanor is the strongest and wisest representative of the Guards.
Valyrian admitted this.
He was no match for Valanor in either strategy or wisdom.
However, by this time, Valanor was already badly wounded.
His golden armor was shattered, struggling to hold up under Angron's violent attack, and then he was knocked away and crashed into the burning wreckage of a tank in the distance.
Those Grey Knights and Sisters of Silence were simply powerless to stop this violent Demon Primarch, and were harvested and killed at will by him.
The imperial guards joined forces to fight, but were still at a disadvantage.
Their battle line was slowly collapsing.
Once Valanor is killed, the remnants of the Empire will be forced to retreat towards the Last Gate.
That was the place that the rebels had attacked ten thousand years ago.
Valyrian wanted to go to support the battlefield where Valannor was.
But he fell down after taking two steps. The others had to take him out of the encirclement, hand him over to the healing machine slave, and send him to the fighter plane retreating to the rear.
Valanor, the Marshal of the Custodes who was fighting against Angron, had fallen into despair.
The power of the Daemon Primarch is beyond imagination.
The Primarch had been her most brilliant creation, and now he was empowered by the powers of Chaos.
With every blocked blow, the Imperial Guards Marshal could feel his internal organs shifting, and sweet blood constantly flowing up his throat.
Another blow, Valano felt that his arms had been broken in the huge impact, and his limbs flew to the side weakly.
This time, he didn't have the strength to stand up again.
The armor was shattered and many bones in the body were broken.
He didn't even have the strength to get up.
“The end,” Angron roared.
He strode towards the direction of the palace, swung the blood axe burning with black fire, and chopped the charging grey knight into two.
Those silent nuns were even more vulnerable in front of him and could be destroyed at will.
Even the assembled Custodes could not stop the Daemon Primarch and could only fall to his axe.
The Archdaemon of Khorne and Angron came together again.
There was no longer any force that could stop them from entering the palace.
People were all crying and terrified.
All hope is lost.
Everything will be destroyed.
Some commanders standing on the high walls almost fainted. Is it possible that the empire that has stood for thousands of years will come to an end today
To destruction at the hands of a treacherous Daemon Primarch.
At this time.
A melodious, grand hymn suddenly echoed on the battlefield of Terra.
It is so holy, so sacred, guiding those painful and confused souls in whispers.
In the endless darkness, a paradise of light is reflected.
The echoing of the hymns announced the arrival of something.
Announcing the end of something.
The demons screamed, they didn't like the sound.
Just like humans don't like the weird whispers.
Angron stopped and looked towards the burning sky with feeling.
The sound came from there. In the void, a ship emitting golden light was anchored in Terra's low-Earth orbit.
The Emperor's power is radiated through countless believers and lighthouse devices, suppressing the Blood God's domain.
The burning blood-red sky was pierced by the sacred golden light.
Just like the cracked darkness, light emerges from the cracks and replaces the original color.
Under the gaze of the people in deep despair, in the sky burning with the fire of despair and filled with blood-red clouds, beams of light emerged, dazzling and shining with arcs, representing purity and holiness.
Those light pillars were magnificent and majestic, as if they connected heaven and earth.
They are symbols of human rage and the power of human technology.
The moment the beam of light landed on the ground, it created a violent airflow that blew away all the nearby demons and thugs.
"For Guilliman, for the Holy Emperor."
A deafening war roar sounded, enough to shake the entire world.
The Primaris Space Marines, who had been ready for battle and sharpened their swords, filed out one after another.
They formed a battle formation and walked out of the column of light like ancient warriors.
It was like an iron fist smashing all the clay sculptures that were in the way.
Those survivors who had not yet lost themselves and were shivering in the dark could not find any words to describe this scene.
Just like in the ancient mythology, the god with mercy on the world sent his angels to descend from the sky to sweep away all evil spirits.
They shed tears of excitement and watched in fear and awe as those powerful warriors killed any enemy who dared to attack them.
On the battlefield outside the imperial palace, many loyalists who were still struggling to resist the demons were also deeply shocked.
See the column of light descending from the sky and the warriors walking out of it.
Those warriors were taller, stronger, and equipped with more advanced weapons than previous Space Marines.
They destroy everything with ease.
They are invincible.
The demons screamed in pain as they were turned into dust by the violent firepower of the reinforcements.
The thugs died crying.
Any resistance is meaningless.
Only death is left for the enemies of the Empire.
Only death.
Behind the Primaris Space Marines were massive Astra Militarum regiments, tank clusters and Knight Titans.
They also walked out of the light column, full of mystery.
At this time, a whistling sound was heard.
The clouds in the scarlet sky were cut, and densely packed fighter planes flew by like a swarm of bees.
They began round after round of saturation bombing on the ground.
Those soldiers were wearing exoskeleton armor equipped with automatic laser guns and artillery. Their advancing speed and firepower intensity were not comparable to Terra's troops.
The difference between the two is like one is in the flintlock era and the other is in the information age, which are completely different concepts.
The designs of those tanks are even crazier. They completely abandoned tracks and used anti-gravity suspension propulsion. They were faster and had more powerful firepower.
The Knight Titans gathered into square formations, like ancient cavalry formations, charging with energy shields and tearing through all enemies with power spears and cannons.
Valanor, who was helped to stand up, looked no less shocked than the mortal soldiers beside him. He could hardly imagine what kind of army this was.
When did the Empire have such an army
Angron roared to the sky, howling at the reversal of the battle.
"Long time no see, Angron. I didn't expect you to be as grumpy as ever."
A clear voice sounded, very penetrating, and everyone on the battlefield could hear it very clearly.
In the column of light, a mythical figure appeared.
He was wearing a blue power armor inlaid with a golden double-headed eagle. He was much taller than those modified Space Marines, like a giant.
Loyal guards gathered around him, holding the banner of Ultramar tightly in their hands.
The flag fluttered so that everyone could see it clearly.
Everyone held their breath the moment they saw that face.
So perfect, so sacred.
In that instant, those who had suffered so much secretly vowed that they would offer eternal loyalty to this man.
Only the collapse of the stars and the destruction of all things can make this oath invalid.
His arrival is the beginning of hope.
His arrival is a symbol of victory.
“Guilliman,” Angron roared.
"I'm glad that you still remember my name. Angron, kneel before me." Guilliman stood in front of the Glory Guard, looking at Angron who was completely distorted and turned into a demon, and said with a smile.
He was so confident that even in front of countless demons and rebellious primarchs, he was so calm and composed, as if he didn't take them seriously.
Everyone felt that the depressing battlefield was relaxed in an instant, and they no longer felt hopeless.
The victory of mankind and the empire will surely come.
His arrival means that everything has been settled.
"Kneel before you?" Angron's eyes burned with anger, and he gripped the battle axe tighter in his hand.
"Yes, I am the Lord of Ultramar, the Regent of the Human Empire, the highest authority in the Empire, and the executor of the Emperor's will. For the sake of our brotherhood, kneeling before me is the only way for your soul to find rest." said Guilliman.
“Your arrogance is no different from hers, Guilliman,” said Angron.
"I'm giving you a chance. If you don't want to, I can break your legs and make you kneel down."
Guilliman activated the Emperor's sword in his hand, and golden flames rose up.
Seeing the sword appear on the battlefield, countless imperial loyalists cheered excitedly.
Valanor also looked shocked, and many guards gathered around him.
After thinking for a moment, Valanor knew that Guilliman's arrival was her vision, otherwise Guilliman would never be able to activate the Sword of the Emperor.
"Support the Imperial Regent, and the Ten Thousand will fight for him," said Valano.
Many imperial guards marched forward, they formed a battle formation, raised their weapons and charged towards the demons again amidst the ancient sacred hymns.
A Khorne Daemon rushed towards Guilliman, intending to cut off the head of a Primarch for its master.
The heavy body trampled on the concrete ground, and every step caused the surroundings to vibrate, leaving behind burning hoof prints.
Its battle axe burned with black flames, held tightly in a thick hand bound with iron chains and covered with bone spurs.
Under the gaze of men and demons alike, he slashed at a Primarch.
"Go to hell, son of the Corpse King." The big demon roared.
"This is an offense, No-Born." Guilliman said indifferently. He raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and golden light enveloped him.
There was a light shining in the Primarch's eyes, a mixture of gold and blue.
The demon screamed and fled from his area.
The big demon showed a rare expression of fear, and it suddenly realized how reckless its actions were.
The power of leadership and the power of the Emperor exist simultaneously in Guilliman's body.
Ordinary demons are simply not strong enough to fight against him.
No one could see clearly what Guilliman was doing.
Just one sword.
The big demon let out a series of shrill screams in the light, and then turned into dust.
All the Grey Knights, mortals, Sisters of Silence and Guards who had just experienced the bloody battle were silent.
With just one sword, the big demon that they had tried their best to kill was killed.
What kind of power is this
What a great power this is!
This is no less than the Emperor returning.
The other great demons sensed in Guilliman a presence that was the same as their master's.
Not that powerful, but full of endless potential.
A potential god.
A god walking in the real universe.
“Angron, it is your turn now.” Guilliman turned to Angron and spoke in a calm tone.
“Guilliman.” Angron gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to drive those weak thoughts out of his mind.
He gripped the axe tightly, roared, and rushed towards Guilliman.
"It is not a wise choice to attack me." Guilliman also rushed forward. "Do you think I am a slave owner? Angron, will attacking me satisfy your fragile heart?"
The battle between the two sides stirred up violent air currents and waves of psychic energy.
Ordinary people simply cannot get involved in such a battle.
It is difficult to even get close, and if you try too hard, you will be torn apart by the turbulent flow.
“You too are but a slave, Guilliman, and that has not changed.” Angron swung his axe and roared, just as he had done in the battle ten thousand years before.
"Angron, everyone is a slave." Guilliman did not kill Angron directly like he killed the Great Demon, but easily blocked his attack and retorted slowly, "No one's destiny is independent. We are connected to others. Whether it is openly or secretly, we have to accept slavery. What is the difference between a natural destiny and a slave's contract?"
"We cannot choose our own destiny, we can only choose the attitude towards it. You chose to surrender, didn't you? You are cowardly and incompetent. You once bowed your knees to the Emperor, now you bow your knees to the Blood God, and perhaps in the future, you will bow your knees to me. Your destiny is to kneel, to kneel forever, and never have the courage to resist fate. You are not as good as those gladiators who died in Nuceria. They knew they were weaker than you, and they knew they would die if they resisted the nobles, but they were never afraid."
"You look powerful, but you are afraid. You are afraid of being killed by your father, so you took over the War Dogs and made them into slaves to please your father. You dare not even resist, and can only follow behind Horus before you dare to raise the butcher knife to chop your father."
Guilliman today is more eloquent and sharper than the Guilliman of ten thousand years ago. He directly mocks the things that hurt Angron the most and what he cares about the most.
“Shut up, Guilliman,” Angron growled.
The axe's chop was easily blocked by Guilliman, which made him even more furious.
"Why did you tell me to shut up? Instead of refuting me, is it because what I said is true? Admit it, Angron, your tragedy stems from your cowardice. You betrayed your father, but you still dared not pursue true freedom. You could only hide behind another slave owner and pretend to be very powerful."
Guilliman dealt with Angron's attack with ease.
“And you too?” Angron howled.
"I am the highest authority in the Empire. My father has passed away, and he can never leave the Golden Throne and speak again. The empire that the Primarchs spent so much effort to build has become my possession, and no one can challenge my position." Guilliman's words were lighthearted and humorous. He did not seem to take this battle seriously, but was just using it to chat.
"Perhaps my fate was once controlled by others, but not now. I am free. There are many ways to fight, and I chose to fight, while you chose to cowardly surrender. So I succeeded and gained my freedom, while you continued your life as a slave."
Guilliman had many ways to expel Angron without contact.
But that would be meaningless.
If the empire wants to develop smoothly, it must give the demons in the warp some fun.
Angron is obviously a good trigger point.
“Do you know where the souls of your gladiator friends are?” Guilliman asked as he fended off Angron’s attack.
Angron did not respond, he just attacked madly, trying to kill Guilliman.
But no matter how he attacked, Guilliman was able to do it with ease.
"They suffer in the warp. Without the blessing of faith, they cannot enter the realm of the Emperor, and the gods spurn them." Guilliman whispered, like a devil's whisper full of temptation, "Did Lorgar tell you what the conditions are for your ascension? What do you need to pay?"
“Shut up,” Angron roared.
Guilliman remained indifferent and gave an even brighter smile.
"It's the souls of your companions. Lorgar's ritual sacrificed the souls of your companions and all the lives on the planet Nukelia. Their souls were chewed into scraps by the gods you believed in, and then thrown away. They fell into Lorgar's hands and became new demon slaves. Tsk tsk, Lorgar was really good to you. He made you a slave, and made those souls who died with free will become slaves again, just to make sure you would no longer be alone."
“No!” Angron’s flames flared up again and he hacked at Guilliman like a madman.
Every time the battle axe and the emperor's sword collided, a huge noise was made, and the air waves rolled, blowing away the people next to them.
Where the two fought
"Your companions must be grateful to you. You led them to death, and then led them to slavery. You became the slave of the Blood God, the slave of Lorgar. Ah, the great free gladiator, the slave who was enslaved forever. They really made a good brother. Angron, you will always be a coward. You dare not rebel against your father, nor dare to rebel against the Blood God. Look at how fierce you look now, it scares me a little. Are you trying to please Khorne? Just like you tried to please your father, you really haven't changed at all."
"Father will give you a reward. Let me guess. The Blood God will give you one too? A compliment or a crown? How pathetic, Angron. Look! Father fooled you, Horus fooled you, Lorgar fooled you, and the Blood God fooled you too. Yet you don't even have the courage to resist."
"But that's normal. After all, not everyone is as good and rebellious as me. Holding great power, ruling Terra, the new savior of mankind, characters like you will no longer be qualified to talk to me. Only your master can talk to me. We are all primarchs, why am I so outstanding, but you are so unbearable?"
Guilliman spoke slowly and calmly, then he seized an opportunity and knocked Angron back with an elbow, causing him to lose several teeth.
Angron went completely crazy. Every word Guilliman said was heart-breaking, but he was no match for the other party and was constantly suppressed by him.
"The game is over, Angron, you have to kneel down."
Guilliman swept Angron away with his sword, and his speed was so fast that only his afterimage could be seen.
With the power of command, Angron was no match for him.
Guilliman abandoned the Emperor's Sword and grabbed the Butcher's Nail behind Angron's head, pulling it as if it were his hair, forcing him to look up.
He punched Angron in the face, causing his teeth to fly out along with blood.
Then, another punch.
The action was extremely simple, but it shocked countless demons and survivors.
The powerful and unstoppable Angron was pinned down and beaten by the Imperial Regent.
The shock they received was even more shocking than when Guilliman wielded the Emperor's Sword and killed the Great Demon with one blow.
After several consecutive punches, Angron was completely unrecognizable.
Guilliman broke his bones and shattered his tendons.
Make it lose the ability to continue resisting.
Then Guilliman grabbed his bat wings, exerted force with both hands, and tore them off alive as Angron screamed in pain.
Hot blood gushed out.
Guilliman lifted the battered Angron aloft.
In the center of the battlefield, everyone can see clearly.
Angron's limbs drooped limply after his ability to resist was destroyed. He could only roar helplessly.
"Angron, remember this day. I will not kill you, but you will be forever dishonored. You are a coward, a coward who dares not stand up to anyone, and you only show your strength to the weak. You are a worthless person who does not deserve a spine, because your weakness is disgusting."
With that, Guilliman slammed Angron into his knees, the sound of the Daemon Primarch's spine breaking echoing throughout the battlefield.
Demons and mortals alike were shocked by this scene.
The roaring monsters also fell silent.
Guilliman threw the limp Angron to the ground.
"You shall never fight me again, Angron. I do not like to fight slaves, and this is the last time, as punishment and humiliation for your past mistakes. Go back to your master and follow him to fight me. A domesticated dog will only bark when his master is around."
Guilliman rested his foot on Angron's head and looked around at the demons and thugs.
"I give this order in the name of the Imperial Regent to kill all these monsters who have invaded my father's palace."