The stone of the empire still bears its weight, but the steel of the empire has already decayed.
These words were spoken by a chronicler who had lived through the Great Crusade and the Horus Heresy.
The implication is that one Primarch is still silently bearing the burden of protecting the human empire, while the other Primarch has deviated from his original path, thrown himself into the arms of the gods, and fallen.
In the chaotic battlefield, a lost hero of the empire reappeared before the world after ten thousand years.
He is Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Seventh Legion - the Imperial Fists, also known as the Lord of the Mountain, the Indomitable Man, the Emperor's Blade, etc.
He has many titles, and his stories are even more legendary.
Even though it has disappeared for a long time, it is still praised and sung by countless people.
He was one of the founders of the Empire, the savior of the Empire, and protected the Emperor and the guards of the Imperial Palace at the last moment.
It was his persistence and hard work that prevented Horus and others from achieving their goal.
The stories of all the Primarchs begin the same way.
After being betrayed by the Emperor, the Chaos Gods secretly formulated a sinister plan.
They set off a storm of madness and, with the help of men who seemed intelligent but were extremely stupid, stole the newborn Primarch from the Emperor's laboratory.
Then he casually scattered them into the Milky Way, letting them meet different destinies.
Like his other brothers, Rogal Dorn also fell on the ice world - Inwitt because of the warp storm.
This world is bound by the gravitational tidal pull of an aging, withered red star.
As a result, Inwit has an eternal hot day on one side and an eternal cold night on the other.
The living environment is very harsh.
After losing the help of the Iron Man and the Stone Man, they experienced the technological gap of the Long Night.
Life was hard for the people of Inwit.
The Primarch who fell here was taken in by a local family called Dorn.
That's how Dorne got his name.
Dorn has no parents, only a grandfather who depends on him for everything.
Grandpa is the old patriarch of the Dorne clan.
It was he who discovered Dorn and brought him back to the gathering place.
Under the education of the old patriarch, Donne became an upright man.
He never lies, even if that lie can save him a lot of trouble.
Stubborn and inflexible, like a stone.
When Dorne grew up, he became the patriarch of the clan, and then completed the unification of the planet and became the emperor.
With his powerful Primarch charisma, he conquered all the families of Inwit, united them to develop technology, and designed spacecraft to allow the Inwit people to re-enter the starry sky.
He also discovered a giant space station, the Phalanx, which was left over from the golden age and had not been fully completed, in the low-Earth orbit of Inwit.
During the Great Crusade, the Emperor learned of Dorn's story and traveled to the Inwit system.
The father and son recognized each other without any trouble.
Dorn swore allegiance and presented the Phalanx to the Emperor as a gift.
The Emperor was very pleased with this and gave the command of the Seventh Legion to Dorn.
He also returned the Phalanx to Dorn, letting it serve as his base.
From that day on, the Phalanx became the mobile fortress headquarters of the Imperial Fists.
Dorn has always been loyal to the Emperor, and has basically blindly supported him in many things. Because of this, he often clashed with many Primarchs who had doubts about the Emperor.
Dorn has a tenacious character and agrees with the Emperor's ideals. He believes that humans should unite and that individuals should sacrifice the interests of the collective.
In many battles, even though the conditions were extremely difficult, he never actively asked the Emperor for help, as he did not want to delay the progress of the Great Crusade.
Each Primarch is excellent, but they also have special strengths that make them better than other Primarchs.
Magnus's sorcery, Perturabo's reputation as a master of attack, Lorgar's skill at stirring up emotions, each Primarch had his own specialties that allowed them to play different roles in the Great Crusade.
Dorn is very good at defense.
Before the Heresy, Fulgrim asked Dorn at a meeting of the Primarchs if he could build an impenetrable fortress like Perturabo.
In front of Perturabo, Dorn said yes very frankly.
This incident made Perturabo very angry.
Later, the fact that Dorne was called back to build the Imperial Palace caused their relationship to plummet.
Perturabo's dream was to build all kinds of exquisite buildings, but the Emperor made him a master of attacking strongholds, like a tool man, to tackle the most difficult fortresses.
Perturabo felt that he could do a better job than Dorn in building the palace.
He will build an impregnable palace, the most beautiful palace in the galaxy.
The two sides argued many times about this, and both believed that they were the outstanding one.
During the Horus Heresy, one of the important reasons why Perturabo joined Horus was that his obsession with Dorn made him unable to care about other things.
During the Siege of Terra, Perturabo was preoccupied with destroying Dorn's defenses, smashing his head into the ruins of the Terran Palace, and letting him know who was the best architect.
In the bloody Siege of Terra and the subsequent Battle of the Eternal Fortress where the attacking and defending sides reversed the situation, the conflict between Dorn and Perturabo had already become a dead end.
Perturabo narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the huge Dorn, wearing golden power armor, walking out of the crack.
There was a ripple in his heart, but it was then suppressed by his iron will.
Dorn was wearing a heavy yellow armor with a large number of runes engraved on the surface of the armor, and the golden eagle emblem could be seen everywhere.
There is a force field halo of a golden eagle with spread wings behind his head, and in his hand is a huge sword engraved with strange runes.
It was like a giant from mythology had returned to the human world.
Dorn also stared at Perturabo, his eyes burning with anger.
Even though ten thousand years had passed, he still remembered the purge of loyalists and the landing site massacre launched by these traitors in Yinstavan. He also remembered the crisis started by these traitors that almost brought the entire galaxy and human civilization to an irreparable end.
They never deserve forgiveness.
Any attempt to forgive them would be the greatest betrayal of those who died tragically in that war.
"I thought you were dead!
I didn’t expect you to survive.”
Perturabo raised his weapon and assumed a fighting stance.
The appearance of Dorn made Perturabo realize that knowing what happened today, it would be difficult to end it.
It is necessary to settle the grudges of the past before it can end.
"You are not dead, so how can I die? Of course, today is the day for everything to end. Perturabo, pay the price for your betrayal and crimes in the past."
Dorn said calmly, his grip on his weapon tighter as he stared at Perturabo.
Perturabo smiled mockingly. "You think I'm going to die here?"
"Yes," said Dawn. "There is no escape for you."
"You will never achieve that," Perturabo said.
He launched an attack on Rogal Dorn with such ferocity that only his afterimage could be seen.
And Dorn did not hesitate at all and went straight to meet him.
The battle between the two sides instantly became intense.
They both tried their best when attacking each other.
The hatred between them can no longer be eliminated by other means. Only by defeating each other with all their strength can it all end.
The power of Chaos flowed through Perturabo's limbs, and each of his blows was enough to shred the armor of an Emperor-class Titan and tear a heavy tank apart.
The two warriors fought with a hatred that could only be united by the separation of brothers.
The fierce confrontation caused their armor to be constantly dented, damaged and scorched.
Dorn's power is no less than that of the ascended demon Perturabo.
It was obvious that Dorn had also awakened his own warp essence.
Perhaps it was for this reason that he faked his death, left the Imperium, and entered the Warp to follow the footsteps of the Emperor and his other brothers.
If he hadn't faked his death, the Imperial Fists would have hunted him down at all costs.
The ground shook with their fighting.
Fulgrim was entangled by Ferrus, and Perturabo also faced his own opponent.
Holding a staff and a war club, Lorgar looked at the Raven Lord, Corax, high in the sky, and he suddenly felt uneasy.
Corax had openly said he was going to kill him.
Guilliman had a grudge against him again.
I can’t even defeat them when I’m outnumbered, let alone one against two.
I originally wanted to crush Guilliman, severely humiliate him, and then kill him.
Now, it is a lucky thing not to be humiliated and killed by the other side.
Without other helpers, if he doesn't run away, he will be dead.
Lorgar raised the scepter in his hand without any hesitation.
A terrible power erupted from the scepter.
A beam of light flew out, opening a huge teleportation light hole.
Just as he was about to rush towards the portal, a wolf howl that resounded through the sky came from the void.
A giant wolf with long, thick and smooth hair jumped out from the virtual world.
The ground was covered with frost.
Many Chaos Warriors felt a chill in their souls.
Their hands were shaking because of the giant wolf's appearance.
Lorgar had a look of horror on his face, looking at the anger in the giant wolf's eyes.
He immediately recognized that the other party was the Primarch of the Sixth Legion, Leman Russ.
The Wolf King of Fenris, the Devourer of Gods, the Lord of Winter and Destruction.
When the Primarch was stolen by the evil god and thrown around the galaxy, the life support capsule where Russ was located was thrown to the planet Fenris.
It was a harsh planet filled with violence.
Little Russ landed in the polar region known as Asaheim.
A passing she-wolf discovered the baby and adopted it.
Until a king heard the legend and brought him back to the human world.
Russ made rapid progress and soon mastered excellent fighting skills and leadership skills such as war strategies.
When the old king died, he was elected as the new king.
Russ quickly completed the burden of unifying the planet and became the Supreme King.
Speaking of which, the story of the Emperor allowing Russ to return to the Empire is quite special.
The Emperor came to Fenrisjo disguised as a wanderer, walked into Rus's mountaintop banquet hall, said that he was the savior of all mankind, and asked Rus, as the Supreme King, to be loyal to him.
This remark successfully angered Ruth.
He and the wanderer set three challenges.
If the wanderer can defeat himself, then he will surrender; otherwise, the wanderer will surrender to him.
In the first round, the emperor devoured three ribs at a whirlwind speed, winning countless cheers, but Russ ate three pigs in the same amount of time.
The emperor was stunned.
The second game also ended with Ruth's victory.
In the second round, the Emperor drank six barrels of wine in one breath, and his stomach became bloated, but Russ drank the entire wine cellar in one breath.
Without a doubt, Ruth still wins.
In the third round, the emperor competed in strength. He knocked Russ flying with one punch, grabbed him and threw him dozens of meters away.
The emperor wins.
According to the best-of-three rules, Russ surrendered to the Emperor, after all, one was better than two.
Russ took over the VI Star Legion, renamed it the Space Wolves, and sent it into various battlefields of the Great Crusade.
The Space Wolves had a bad reputation during the Great Crusade and were called the Emperor's executioners.
During the Randan Campaign, he and the First Legion launched a decade-long genocide campaign against the Randan.
That brutal war caused heavy losses to the First Legion, and it was no longer the largest Space Marine Legion.
The Space Wolves were even known by other Primarchs as being bad at fighting but good at slaughtering.
Russ didn't care about the outside world's evaluation at all, but faithfully carried out the Emperor's orders.
After the events of the Webway, the Emperor sent Russ to bring Magnus back.
This communication was intercepted, and Horus, then Warmaster, took the opportunity to falsely convey the Emperor's orders, ordering the Space Wolves to execute Magnus directly.
Rus originally wanted to surround the enemy without attacking, and take Magnus back to apologize to the Emperor.
But Magnus didn't say anything or respond.
In the case of no communication.
Rus could only launch an attack on Prospero.
The Wild Wolf Legion burned all the knowledge that the Thousand Sons Legion had painstakingly collected and the exquisite buildings that had taken a great deal of time to build.
A Primarch-level battle broke out between Russ and Magnus.
Magnus' spine was shattered by Russ, and he fled Prospero wailing with the survivors of the Thousand Sons.
Rus, however, did not feel any joy of victory, especially when news of the Instavan massacre came, and he learned that Horus had rebelled, Vulcan was missing, and Ferrus had died in battle.
This news made the Wolf King realize that it was a foolish thing for him to start a war in Prospero.
He had been fooled by Horus, and instead of facing the real threat with his loyal brothers, he wasted time fighting Magnus.
The rebellious Alpha Legion also attacked the Wolf Regiment to prevent them from returning to Terra's aid.
The Fifth Legion, the White Scars, led by Khan, was unable to obtain any news from Terra and was unsure as to who was the opposition between the Space Wolves and the Alphas.
He had no choice but to give up rescuing the Space Wolves who were being beaten by the Alpha Legion and returned to Terra alone.
If not for the rescue of the Dark Angels Squadron, the Space Wolves would have suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Alpha Legion, or even been completely wiped out.
The Space Wolves returned to Terra, and Russ, furious at having been deceived by Horus, decided to make Horus pay.
He returned to Fenris and sought a way to defeat Horus with the help of ancient sorcery.
Under the guidance of the World Soul, he activated the Spear of Dionysus given to him by the Emperor and integrated a portion of the power of the World Soul.
Afterwards, he used the information from Task Force Mordor to attack Horus' flagship, the Vengeful Spirit, inflicting heavy damage to the enemy.
Of course, the price was high and I almost died.
His attack created a crack in Horus, the container of the Four Gods.
The ambitious Horus almost died.
For this reason, the Horus sons could only stab their genetic father again, completely destroying the kindness of Horus.
This injury caused Horus' condition to spiral out of control in the days that followed. In the end, he could not even control his own body and completely became a slave to the gods.
At the end of the Horus Heresy, Russ was too seriously injured to reach Terra in time.
When he arrived, he saw only the devastated Terra with dead bodies and ruins everywhere, as well as the tragic death of Sanguinius and the Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne.
For this, he felt very guilty and had a conflict with Lai En, and was beaten unconscious by the other party.
After waking up, he made a vow with the other primarchs that brothers would never fight each other.
He led the Sixth Legion in pursuit of the traitors all the way until they stopped at the Eye of Terror.
Five centuries after the end of the Horus Heresy, Russ left Fenris with the Wolf Guard, promising to return at the Last War to continue fighting for the Imperium and humanity.
In the years that followed, no one knew where Ruth went.
The Space Wolves would launch hunts every once in a while to find Russ and eliminate those enemies.
The running giant wolf turned into a tall, strong giant wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword.
His hair was extremely messy and his eyes were as intimidating as a wild wolf.
The wolf head decoration on his shoulder was terrifying, with sharp rivets inlaid on the shoulder armor, and a thick white wolf cloak hanging behind him, rustling and making a loud noise.
Behind Russ, two huge wild wolves also jumped out. They were his pets.
It is also the embodiment of the wolf's will.
Behind the two wild wolves was a group of warriors who were different from the Cursed Legion.
Armed with weapons, they poured out from the gaps and rushed into the battlefield.
If historians were here, they would certainly be surprised to recognize that they were all the imperial heroes who mysteriously disappeared in the history of the empire.
The former Grand Master of the Grey Knights, Cardo Diego.
Slai Mabo is from Catachan, a mortal who is comparable to a demigod and is known as a legend.
Each of them is a person who has left a story.
They are extremely mysterious and only appear on the most dangerous battlefields.
But this time, they followed the Wolf Lord to join the battlefield.
The appearance of these powerful figures dealt a heavy blow to the traitors and demons, who were already at a disadvantage, and caused them to flee in panic.
"Where are you going?" Russ looked at Lorgar and asked, "Traitor, do you think you can leave here alive?"
"Russ." Lorgar repeated the other person's name with a horrified look on his face.
"Yes, you have to pay the price. You have destroyed everything and made innocent people suffer in this universe. Humanity could have escaped from this abyss of suffering."
Russ raised the sword in his hand, his eyes revealing threats and hatred.
"I revealed the truth for the Empire. You should be grateful to me, not hate me." Lorgar said in a deep voice.
"The Emperor's truth is a lie. Isn't the truth of the Gods a lie? They call themselves gods, but in fact they are nothing but disgusting and sickening predators who are extremely hungry for human souls and flesh. The so-called destiny is just a saying to fool idiots like you." Russ rushed forward and slashed at Lorgar with the sword in his hand.
Luo Jia swung his war club, only to feel that his war club was hit by a mountain.
Just one strike and my whole hand was shaking.
Russ swung out another blow, and the baton in Lorgar's hand slipped out of his hand, leaving only the staff tightly held in his hand.
Luo Jia's face was extremely ugly. He knew very well that his fighting ability could not be compared with Russ.
"You have to believe me, Russ. Look at everything that is happening now. Doesn't it prove my point? The Emperor is a god."
Hearing this, Russ became even more furious, and his attack became more fierce, like a mad wolf attacking.
"This is not his intention, Lorgar. Your ignorance and stupidity have caused us so much suffering." Russ roared loudly.
Ahriman's face darkened when he saw Russ appear on the battlefield.
Guilliman, Corax, Ferrus, Dorn, Russ, and those heroes who disappeared in the Empire but have been active in the Warp, as well as the emergence of the Legion of the Damned.
The situation that they originally had an advantage disappeared in an instant, and they became the one being crushed.
The battles between the Primarchs were horrific.
They each showed their true nature and fought against each other.
Flames of nothingness and exploding thunder continued to emerge.
Ahriman chanted the spell, seeking once again the help of that power.
The terrifying pressure reappeared, making it difficult to breathe.
The ancient will emerges once again.
It longs for more flesh and blood, more souls, and longs to be guided to descend to this area.
Roars and whistles were heard, and the space groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden.
The universe has existed for more than ten billion years.
The ten thousand years of the human empire are just an insignificant ten thousand years in this long river.
Even the Eldar Empire is just a drop in the ocean and is insignificant.
This is just the birth of a universe.
The universe is born, prospers, and perishes, over and over again, without end.
This is true for the subspace and everything in it.
But there are always some strange creatures who can find ways to survive in this eternal change.
Their power is beyond people's imagination.
And the power that Ahriman summoned belonged to such a will.
Ancient and mysterious.
Only by knowing how to find the galaxies carried by the subspace ether currents and finding the ancient name of the other party in the extremely chaotic emotional images can you summon it out.
A huge storm was raging, and this planet located in the Eye of Terror was shaking like a lone boat in the face of ocean waves.
A low, suppressed roar was heard.
It longs to establish a connection with this world through the power and guidance of Ahriman.
In low-Earth orbit, a terrifying crack opened up.
The psyker following Guilliman screamed in agony, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.
Even the Thousand Sons wizards were howling.
That terrible will pierced into their brains like a spike, stirring them madly.
A tentacle larger than an imperial battleship dropped from the torn crack, emitting a faint black mist.
The mist seemed to have life, entwined around the tentacles and swirling.
Countless blood-red eyes were watching everything, and there was a mouth rubbing and chewing in the gaps between the eyes, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world.
Those eyes revealed hungry gazes, twisted greed and bottomless desire.
Those mouths made all kinds of sounds, crying, howling, excitement, pain, and so on.
Ahriman smiled slightly, preparing to increase his efforts to summon an evil god.
Maybe he cannot compare to the Four Gods, but he is enough to turn the tide of the battle.
No one could look directly at an evil god, even though it was lost in the past and forgotten.
Guilliman's army would collapse at the appearance of that evil god.
Even if they cannot win, they can escape safely and not die here.
But the next second, another ray of light appeared.
Originating from Guilliman's body, blue and gold flames intertwined and merged into a beam of light.
It's like snow melting under the scorching sun.
The tentacles were also melting, the mouths were screaming in agony, and the mist was pouring out like a flood.
Guilliman stared at the huge tentacle. The will of the entire race and the power of the Emperor were all on him. Even if he faced an evil god, he would not be at a disadvantage.
"Go back to your world, abomination." Guilliman's voice pierced the battlefield, and the flames of the Emperor's sword rose, as if to burn space and time. "Humans are not your prey, and this is not your territory."
There was a terrible crash and the monster on the other side of the crack howled.
It tried to squeeze through.
The prey is resisting.
It requires more effort.
Guilliman swung his sword at the void, and the power of command and the power of the emperor sank into the void, cutting off the tentacle, healing the crack, and expelling the opponent.
The monster was roaring and ramming the other end of the crack frantically.
A bloodshot eye pressed against the crack, staring at Guilliman, who had banished him, with hatred.
"One day, I will step into your world and plunge my blade into your body," Guilliman stared at the other party without fear.
The secret joy and pride in Ahriman's heart disappeared as the rift closed.
Guilliman's power was beyond his imagination.
The other party has reached a level where he can fight against those ancient beings.
No matter what method was used, it meant one thing, that is, they were no longer worthy of being Guilliman's enemies.
His enemies were at least at the level of gods.
Realizing that there was no chance of reversing the situation, Ahriman crushed the Amulet of Teleportation.
Crazy voices flooded into his head.
Ahriman felt a terrible dizziness, as if the whole world was upside down, and as if he was falling in an endless tunnel.
This world suddenly disappeared, replaced by the complete darkness at the end of the universe, a moment when all living things had turned to dust billions of years ago.
The amulet was crafted using Magnus' knowledge.
It allows An Ahriman to break through all restrictions and escape directly.
However, the power contained therein was beyond even his ability to withstand.
The terrifying darkness was not silent, but was filled with all kinds of strange noises and the sounds of war.
It was as if the Emperor and the Gods were forging a war that would last until the end of the universe.
Then the impenetrable void of irrelevance gave way to a surging swirl of light and color.
Those dazzling illusions contain a hellish web and unrestrained bliss.
Countless strange images flooded into his mind, and Ahriman felt his sanity being overwhelmed, and eventually he fell into a coma.
Thankfully, he had escaped.
Fabius and others had nowhere to escape or break out.
Each of those heroes of the Lost Empire possesses extraordinary powers, and the blessings they have received are no less than those of ordinary people.
Fabius thought of his masterpiece, that perfect creation that was about to be born.
And he will die here.
He suddenly hated Ahriman immensely. If it weren't for the other party's instigation, he would never have put down his masterpiece and come here.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, encircle and suppress Guilliman, and seize his genes and technology, so that he could make a further step in genetic research.
Now, not only did we gain nothing, but we were also blocked by the loyalists.
It is hoped that the clones that have been set up long ago can complete the assigned tasks according to the program, teach the perfect creation, defeat the Corpse King, and end his tyrannical rule.
Grand Master Mangago saw the delighted expression on Cardo Diego's face. Just as he was about to lead the other Grey Knights to attack him, he saw Fabius.
Considering that this traitor's genetic cause is a blasphemy against humanity, he is a bastard who must be killed.
He could only temporarily suppress the idea of talking to Cardo Diego.
Order the soldiers to attack Fabius first.
The other traitors who were invited by Ahriman to join the alliance to suppress Guilliman all met with disaster.
The Empire Loyalists far outnumber them.
Their end was either death or capture.
Even though Lorgar, Perturabo, and Fulgrim have been elevated to demons, they possess the blessings of the gods and chaos and possess great power.
But the five loyal primarchs are just as powerful as them.
Guilliman possesses power comparable to that of gods.
With the absolute suppression of strength and numbers, the battle was soon settled.
Lorgar was chopped and stepped on the head by Russ, and was defeated and captured.
With the help of Corax, Ferrus cut off Fulgrim's four arms and his snake tail, turning him into a human stick that could only rage and roar helplessly. He was put into a prison engraved with countless demon-binding runes by the Grey Knights.
Perturabo could have fought back and forth with Dorn.
After the other Primarchs joined the battlefield, he was quickly defeated, pinned to the ground, and punched several times by Dorn, causing his head to buzz.
"You are a bunch of shameless people who have lost their honor. Can you only rely on your numbers to bully the few? You are so shameless. If you have the guts, fight me in a duel." Perturabo howled.
"Yes, shameless traitor, challenge me in single combat if you dare." Fulgrim was indignant. If it weren't for the sneak attack by the Raven Lord Corax, he would not have lost to the resurrected Ferrus so quickly.
"That's not what you said on Instavan V. You were so excited when you besieged Vulkan and Corax," Ferrus said as he stood outside Fulgrim and Perturabo's cage. "To use integrity and morality against despicable people is a true idiocy.
Corax smiled and said, "Only a truly shameless person would be furious if someone used the same method on him."
When Captain Brecher returned with the Imperial fleet, the battle was over.
Guilliman wasted no time in ordering all troops to board the ship.
The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and there is no point in staying any longer.
It's time to return to the human empire and start the Webway project.
By then, the gods will surely intensify their offensive.
It’s even possible to get your hands dirty.
The existence of the Great Rift does more than just allow demons to enter and exit the real universe more easily.
The power of the gods will also increase.
There is a much tougher battle to be fought.
After evacuating the Eldar planet, the fleet re-entered the Webway.
After confirming it was safe, on the Glory of Macragge, Guilliman had the strategic hall cleared and prepared to hold a meeting with Corax and others.
The grand occasion of all five Primarchs gathering together was extremely rare even during the Great Crusade.
This caused excitement among the fleet members.
After the Primarchs boarded the ship, they had little chance to see each other.
This meeting would allow them to see the Primarch's face and even have a chance to talk to him.
The venue was very large, and all officers and generals who were qualified to participate in the meeting were invited.
Battle Sisters, Astra Militarum, Chapter Masters, Admirals, Mechanicus Priests, Knights Leaders, etc., all attended the meeting.
Out of overall consideration for the Empire, Corax, Ferrus, Leman Russ, Dorn and others acquiesced to Guilliman's position and leadership.
At this stage, Guilliman is the only Primarch who can lead the Empire to fight against the gods in the real universe and stabilize the situation.
Experiencing the Horus Heresy and the long battles in the Warp.
They all understand how serious the crisis facing humanity is.
The gods have begun to advance into the real universe. If they cannot stop each other, the territory of the human empire will be swallowed up.
All human beings will become slaves and playthings of each other.
When the meeting started, the whole venue was very noisy.
Guilliman's forces included many Chapters from other Primarchs.
They chatted excitedly, seeking enlightenment from the Father of Genes from time to time.
And those recorders who followed the fleet were all trying their best to squeeze close to the Primarchs in order to record this exciting moment.
It can be expected that when the news of the gathering of the five primarchs reaches Terra, it will inevitably cause a sensation.
Whoever can record this great moment will surely be remembered.
Even if you can't remember it, it can become a topic of conversation for the rest of your life.
"His fleet is just like the Great Crusade Fleet of the past." Leman Russ looked at the narrator who was stopped by the guards and shook his head. "I don't understand why Guilliman and the Emperor like to let these mortals do this kind of thing."
"Maintaining an empire is not just about war, it also requires the support of the people. News of victory can boost people's confidence, and positive propaganda can unite the world." Corax saw it more clearly, "Guilliman is an excellent ruler. His talent in this regard is no less than our father's."
Just as several primarchs were chatting, a horn sounded and the previously noisy meeting place became quiet.
The noisy recorders all remained silent. They looked in the direction of the horn sound, all with expectant eyes.
The Glory Guards parted the crowd, and Guilliman walked through the passage maintained by the guards.
The tidied armor looks even more dazzling under the light.
As a ruler, Guilliman's image is vital to maintaining the confidence of those who follow him.
The four Primarchs watched Guilliman appear. They did not make any jokes or say anything else.
Leman Russ had this impulse, but he also understood it.
The former brother has become the ruler of the empire, and any ridicule is a potential blow to his majestic image.