Guilliman, who had completely taken over the memory of his physical body, could only say "Fuck" three times to express his inner thoughts.
In just a short moment, he understood the ins and outs of everything.
He traveled to a nightmarish place, the human empire of the Warhammer universe.
This universe is a world of extreme chaos, and the only requirement is survival.
Do whatever it takes to keep your race alive; survival is victory.
Humanity has been struggling in space for 40,000 years, going through the Golden Age, the Heresy, the Long Night, the Great Crusade, the Horus Heresy at the end of the Great Crusade, and the Human Empire which lasted for 10,000 years.
And now is the most dangerous moment for the human empire.
The main enemy of the empire is Abaddon, the warmaster supported by the four evil gods.
He is responsible for leading the chaotic forces to continuously invade the real universe, paving the way for the final destruction of the world by the four evil gods.
The four evil gods are truly terrifying. They are purely conceptual existences that have no chance of winning.
During the 10,000 years of the Empire's existence, Abaddon launched twelve expeditions and cleared most of the Black Stone Seal nodes that restricted the evil gods from entering the real universe.
With the thirteenth expedition he launched, the most important Cadia Fortress, the most critical link in the seal node, was also completely destroyed.
The out-of-control Eye of Terror has already spewed the power of chaos into the real world, and the minions of the evil god are pouring in madly, sweeping across the planets.
The huge curse scar split the human empire in two, and traces of demons and traitors appeared on countless planets.
The empire is now a bleeding giant. If things go wrong, humanity will soon be doomed.
But when Grandpa Lan traveled to this point in time, the enemies he had to face were too terrifying. It was a dead end! !
Thinking of this, Guilliman felt a little annoyed.
It’s not that I’m not strong enough, it’s mainly because the enemy is too powerful and I can’t resist it.
Those rebellious Primarchs were enough to keep him busy and unable to take care of everything.
What’s even more terrible is that those damn evil gods are also eyeing us covetously behind the scenes.
If you don't handle it well, you will be doomed.
The sound of the serrated chain starting up brought Guilliman back to his senses, and he looked at the Chaos warriors and demons in front of him.
It is better to deal with the enemy in front of you first, and then plan what to do next.
Guilliman casually pulled out the holy sword beside him, and the scorching flames instantly covered the sword.
This is the Emperor's personal sword, brought over by the Mechanical Sage Cawl, who was wearing the Resurrection Armor.
As Guilliman grasped the hilt, the Emperor's Holy Sword revived, and golden flames spread, illuminating the golden battlefield.
After fusing the souls of both, Guilliman felt that controlling this demigod body became smoother and filled with endless power.
As he picked up the sword, fighting techniques automatically emerged in his mind, giving him an instinct to use this body of surging power at will.
Guilliman's resurrection caused both sides of the war to fall into a strange silence.
The loyalists of the Empire, the last defenders of humanity, all looked at him with ecstasy.
Guilliman's return is like a faint ray of hope rising in the endless darkness.
In the dark and desperate doomsday, a faint glimmer of redemption emerged.
The whole hall fell silent.
Compared to the rumbling and earth-shaking war outside.
It seems extremely weird here.
The powerful sense of oppression brought by the Primarch made the demons and fallen warriors feel fearful and maintained a rare silence.
Even though he had been sleeping for ten thousand years, the other party's identity still made them feel extremely frightened.
Until a scream broke it all.
A Khorne berserker covered with bone spurs, holding a blood-red battle axe, stood out from the crowd.
As his comrades looked on in shock, the fallen warrior serving the Blood God leaped to his feet and rushed towards the Primarch, attempting to collect the Primarch's soul for his master.
Guilliman stirred.
Only the Death God's followers present, the Eldar warriors known for their speed, saw clearly this thunderous blow.
The flaming sword drew a shadow in the air.
The Berserker was split in half, and under the influence of the huge force, the two parts flew to the ground in the distance, making a rumbling sound.
The sound of the Chaos Warrior's body falling to the ground broke the spell of silence.
Death has no power to frighten these minions of Chaos.
Accompanied by earth-shaking roars filled with hatred.
Countless demons and chaos warriors charged towards Guilliman recklessly.
They wanted to utterly strangle this awakened Primarch.
The surviving Ultramarines, Dark Templars, and Space Marines from other chapters all rushed forward with roars, and the two sides engaged in a bloody battle once again.
Chainswords and power weapons cut through armor and flesh. The hatred between the two sides was so great that the war would only end when one side fell completely.
"For humanity, for the Emperor, for my father." Calgar roared, and stabbed the power gauntlet into the throat of a traitor, crushing the opponent's armor and throat, letting the foul blood splash onto his body.
With Guilliman's resurrection, they once again gained the strength to fight these enemies.
Celestine brandished the sword with her only remaining hand and silently prayed.
She was fueled by Guilliman's return and had no fear.
The fire of faith burned in her again.
Let her become the Emperor's emissary and reap those rebellious Space Marines.
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars and his surviving colleagues also launched a charge. War cries rang out from their voice machines, and wherever the swords of the Templars went, corpses were strewn all over the ground.
With Guilliman joining the battlefield, the loyalists quickly gained the upper hand.
The power of the Primarch is unstoppable, and anyone who tries to stop him will suffer his terrible wrath.
The first to die tragically were the wizards who believed in the fallen evil god. It was their power that shook the foundation of the sanctuary.
Give these demons a chance to break into the sanctuary.
Their proud psychic powers were as fragile as thin paper in front of Guilliman.
Guilliman could easily break their necks and shatter their bodies with a rain of armor-piercing bullets.
Next come the Fallen Space Marines, once protectors of humanity, but now enemies of humanity.
Guilliman showed no courtesy to them. Like a god, he rushed forward towards their fierce artillery fire, holding a burning holy sword.
The Primarch's reaction speed and strength are far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
The superhuman sensitivity of the fallen Space Marines in front of Guilliman is not worth mentioning at all.
He rushed into the sheep like a fierce tiger, and a crazy killing began.
With the first sword, a Fallen Space Marine was cut in half. His Terminator armor was like a piece of paper and could not stop Guilliman for even a second.
With the second sword, a demon was split in half, and cursed blood spurted out. The Sword of the Emperor burned his soul ashes, leaving it no chance to return to the warp.
Then came the third sword, and the fourth sword, so fast that people could only see their afterimages.
Guilliman was as fast as lightning, and his joining the battlefield tilted the situation in favor of the loyal defenders.
All the warriors roared, with excitement on their faces.
They gathered around Guilliman and together they formed an unstoppable spearhead to sweep away all enemies.
The once powerful demons and fallen warriors were quickly harvested like weeds in front of Guilliman.
Guilliman's rage was like a suppressed volcano that suddenly erupted. The anger in his eyes was tangible. He swung the Emperor's sword in his hand, killing all the enemies he saw.
After killing the last demon in the sanctuary, Guilliman stopped and calmed down his anger.
Guilliman was just trying to sort everything out, to see if he could re-establish communications between the various forces on Macragge and retake the planet.
Suddenly, a clear voice rang in his mind.
The target is detected to be eligible. The main template of Domination, database and auxiliary wizard have been opened. Please check in time.
The host can ask questions, and the assistant elf will answer you as much as possible.
The voice startled Guilliman.
Is this his golden finger for traveling through time?
It seems that there is still a chance of a comeback. It would be best to make ten consecutive draws and directly ascend to the mythical Daluo in three days.
By then, punching the four Chaos Gods, kicking ribs, eating Zerg alive, and roasting green skins are just around the corner! !
The emperor would shakily stand up and call out "Big Brother".
"What are your abilities?" Guilliman asked without any delay.
Time travel without a cheat code is like Adam without Eve, it’s all doomed.
Understanding the golden finger is the first step to changing your destiny.