He has a majestic body and is tall. Just by looking at him, you can tell that the giant's body contains infinite, surging and terrifying power.
The sound he made was like the thunder that was born naturally between heaven and earth, deafening and making the enemy tremble with fear.
It was a majestic god who should only exist in mythology, but he came to the human world out of pity for the suffering of mortals.
The size difference between a Giant and any Space Marine is as significant as the difference between a Space Marine and a mortal.
The light reflected by the azure armor is like the morning light of hope, making people feel at ease and no longer so desperate.
It's obvious that this armor has an extraordinary origin. It's the result of thousands of years of painstaking effort by the top sages of the Mechanicus, and it incorporates countless advanced technologies.
The surface of the armor was covered with numerous runes, and the most eye-catching was the golden imperial double-headed eagle with a background of rice ears in the center of the breastplate.
Behind the tall and majestic figure emitting a halo, there is a fluttering white cloak.
The face revealed above the breastplate was cold and arrogant, like the work of the top craftsman, impeccable.
Even if you do nothing, you can still feel the oppressive power without any warning.
The iron cross halo behind his head highlights his majestic and inviolable temperament.
The god descended from the sky and killed the plague warriors with one sword, shocking and horrified all the enemies.
His arrival represents victory.
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The impact of Guilliman's landing made the earth sound as if it could not bear the weight, causing the cultists to stagger to the ground and become panic-stricken.
Many traitors trembled in fear as they witnessed a god descending upon the battlefield.
His arrival made all the cultists and plague warriors freeze in their tracks. The terrible feeling of oppression made them lose their courage.
Guilliman glanced at the enemy with a majestic gaze, and once again marveled in his heart at the power of the Primarch and the Armor of Destiny.
At an altitude of 1,600 meters, he jumped as he pleased and nothing happened.
With such a strong body, he is definitely a little superman.
If I were to go back to my own world, I would kill anyone who stands in my way, even if it is a Buddha.
Jumping from a high altitude does have a huge psychological impact on the enemy, and these guys are basically dumbfounded.
I was on the verge of victory, but suddenly a Primitive appeared and I was about to lose my mind.
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"You can't change anything, son of the Corpse King. Your time has passed."
The Plague Dreadnought, covered in flesh and blood, was the first to roar, firing wildly from the giant cannons mounted on its arms, trying to strangle a Primarch with its firepower.
The Iron Cross halo vibrated slightly, and a visible protective force field enveloped Guilliman.
The enemy's fire could only stir up bursts of vicious flames on the force field shield.
The traitors' fearless attacks were powerless and futile.
There was no way to break through the Primarch's defenses.
"Die, traitor."
Guilliman stepped forward, the flames rising from the Emperor's Sword growing brighter.
Amid the astonishment and disbelief of the entire battlefield, the Dreadnought, which was made of flesh, blood and steel, was pierced through by the Primarch's sword.
The golden flame spread along the sword and burned fiercely on the opponent's body.
"No!"
The remains of the Plague Warrior Champion in the Dreadnaught Sarcophagus let out a scream.
There is a nutrient tank in the Dreadnought, which is called a living coffin or a sarcophagus.
It is used to store the remains of soldiers who are seriously injured and dying, whose bodies are shattered and cannot be repaired, so that they can continue to serve.
The flesh and blood infested with a large number of maggots and the flies covering the Dreadnought made sizzling sounds under the burning of the golden flames, and were all burned to charcoal in the flames.
Even the alloy steel melted in the scorching golden flames and turned into hot iron liquid.
Jie'an stared at this god-like man in amazement and couldn't recover for a long time.
It was not until the sound of whistling air rang in his ears that he raised his head from his numb state.
The square Thunderhawk was whizzing past at low altitude. The explosive cannon extending from the front of the cabin was releasing explosive beams, and the automatic cannon at the bottom was also automatically firing.
The cultists and traitor soldiers were suppressed and fled in all directions, screaming and howling.
Wherever the Thunderhawk gunships passed, there was a sea of explosion and fire. The Imperial Air Force cleared all enemies at an extremely efficient speed.
Fighter planes such as Stormbirds also flew over from high altitudes, carrying out saturation bombing on the ground.
In the sky, beams of light pierced through the plague cloud covering the entire planet and fell from the sky. When they landed, they charred and vitrified everything within a radius of hundreds of meters.
Those plague zombies, plague warriors, and demon engines were all destroyed by this attack that seemed like the power of heaven.
Jie'an was stunned. From the despair of being on the verge of death to the victory of reversing the situation, it happened so suddenly that he was completely unprepared.
He stared at the tall giant in blue armor. That face looked very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember his true identity.
"Is he the Emperor's Archangel? I saw him beside the Emperor's statue."
The little girl who was rescued by Jie'an pointed at the blue figure that swept across everything and destroyed all enemies like a whirlwind.
Jie'an's confused mind suddenly became clear, like a flash of lightning in the fog.
"Primarch. The Emperor's own son, the true Lord of Ultramar."
After realizing the other party's identity, Jie'an couldn't speak clearly.
The other soldiers were equally shocked. The Primarch and the Emperor had long since become myths that could not be traced back.
Ten thousand years is enough for many things to lose their original appearance.
A lot of ancient history has long been lost in the long river of time, and we can no longer get a glimpse of the original truth.
Apart from the Primarch's homeworld, many people doubt whether the Imperium has ever really had those powerful, wise, and god-like Primarchs.
And now, all suspicions will be dispelled.
A true Primarch has appeared before the world, and this is the best evidence.
Just as described in those myths, they were unstoppable and unstoppable.
Any enemy who tries to stand in their way will be utterly destroyed.
Realizing that the planet was saved, Jie'an showed a hint of ecstasy, and the despair and pessimism in his heart were swept away.
"Countercharge, quick, countercharge."
"Countercharge, all the troops who hear my order must execute this order, quickly, countercharge, we are going to win."
Jie'an shouted at the top of his lungs, issuing orders to all the troops he could contact.
After shouting, Jie'an took his command sword and pistol and prepared to join the charge.
Victory was calling him.
Glory and victory are calling too.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
The violent coughing forced him to stop. The heart-wrenching pain made him feel like he could cough out his lungs.
My body felt weaker than ever before, and I suddenly felt too tired to move.
Fatigue seeped into every cell, making him unable to even stand up.
"Are you alright, sir?"
The guard at the side saw Jie'an's look, looked nervous and asked uncomfortably.
"I didn't, I didn't, haha..."
Before he could finish his words, Jie'an spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Medic, quick, medic."
"This way, this way."
"Uncle, don't die, uncle."
Jie'an's eyes became blurred, and the voices of his personal guards shouting in pain rang in his ears.
The little girl shook his body, her tone very sad.
Many people lifted him up and placed him in another place.
Jiean didn't know what it was.
It could be a stretcher or a troop carrier.
He is now very confused, with very little perception of the outside world, and can only rely on hearing and touch.
Some were crying, some were shouting.
It seems that I'm not that annoying, at least someone will cry for me.
Jie'an thought to himself as his brain became increasingly confused and he found it increasingly difficult to think.
This gave him some psychological comfort.
Merciful Emperor, please forgive my incompetent life and hope that I can return to your kingdom.
The tortured man uttered his final prayer, and then fell into darkness.
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Guilliman marched toward the battlefield, no enemy could stop him.
Anyone who tries to do that will end up being torn to pieces by him.
The arrival of the Primarch means victory, an unstoppable victory.
"Over there, sir." The Librarian of the Aurora Regiment pointed in a direction, "It is emitting extremely strong subspace fluctuations. The veil of reality is being weakened. The enemy's ritual is likely to be over there."
Guilliman looked in the direction the other party pointed. Thick plague clouds shrouded the ruins, giving people a vague feeling of uneasiness. He frowned.
"go ahead."
He didn't say much, but just raised the sword in his hand and signaled the other warriors to move forward.
No matter what, stopping the other party's ritual is the most important thing to do now.