"Your arrogance will become the reins that hang you, Primarch." The plague demon roared, and as he moved, the maggots in his mouth fell out and crawled on the ground in search of flesh and blood.
The Nurgling within the demon's body also roared in a clumsy imitation.
Plague Carriers and Plague Guards emerged from behind the roaring Plague Demon and reinforced the enemy's precarious defenses.
Those traitors almost sacrificed the lives of the entire planet, using the surging power of the Warp from the dead to tear apart the real world, open a Warp gap, and summon an army of demons.
"Today is the day you die, demon. I will have your subordinates bring your head back to announce my return to the evil god behind you."
Guilliman began to run, and his heavy body caused the moldy ground to tremble slightly.
The flames rising from the Emperor's Sword in his hand became more and more dazzling.
"Protect the Primarch," shouted the veterans of the Honor Guard, and they charged along with Guilliman.
They are fearless, even when facing demons.
"Kill him and dedicate his soul to the great father." Gurlo held the rusty plague axe in his hand and pointed it at the primarch who was charging, letting the cultists and the last plague warriors launch an attack.
The demons also cooperated with the traitors to launch a counterattack against the Imperial loyalists.
Rust Demons, Wither Demons, and many other demons belonging to Nurgle poured out from the torn wounds of reality like festering blood.
If left unchecked, this planet will soon be completely transformed into a demon planet and become Nurgle's garden.
Guilliman would never let this happen. He would expel this demon, restore peace to this world, and burn the leader of the rebellion to ashes.
He killed the demon that tried to attack him with one sword, and used his Emperor Sword to completely burn its soul.
The Honor Guard gathered around their master, using their terrible firepower to clear the swarming enemies for the Primarch.
They were unable to completely kill the demons, but could only smash their real bodies into pieces and banish them back into the subspace.
The Nurgle demon looked down at the low-level demons attacking Guilliman and others, smiled slightly, but did not take action himself.
It is waiting, waiting for the connection between the subspace and the real space to be strengthened, so that it can maximize the power of the father and bring more demons into the real universe.
"Hold down the other demons and traitors for me, I'm going to kill that damn demon leader." Guilliman issued an order in the communication, ordering the nearby Space Marines to intensify the attack and hold down the enemy so that he could eliminate the Nurgle demon and the traitor leader.
"Got it, my lord. I will attack from the side and the Titans will crush them." Sicarius responded to his lord. They were advancing with the help of the Titans and would soon reach the Flesh Tower.
"Roger that, sir," Fikris said over the comms.
"Received." The Chief of the Think Tank of the Aurora Regiment also responded to the order of the Father of Genes.
The Aurora Chapter is a Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines and was the first to respond to the attack on Macragge.
Many Ultramarines Successor Chapters recruit in Ultramar, and their loyalty to Guilliman is far greater than that of other Chapters.
The Imperial Loyalists quickly formed a battlefield centered on Guilliman, launching a fierce attack on the Daemon and Traitor lines.
On Guilliman's right, the Space Marines were advancing on two heavy Leman Russ tanks. As the oldest heavy tank model in service in the Empire, the power of the Leman Russ tank was naturally ranked among the many tanks in the Empire.
They rumbled forward, clearing the rubble and flattening the road, while also releasing bursts of explosives, shells and laser beams. The Plague Warrior Demons guarding the enemy's left wing tried their best to fight back.
But their small numbers could not withstand the terrifying firepower of the Empire's loyalists, and a large number of enemies had their bodies torn apart and their limbs blown off, falling on the battlefield.
To Guilliman's right, two Redeemer Dreadnoughts advanced, servomotors sizzling and pistons roaring angrily as they moved.
The assault cannons in their hands screamed and spit streams of fire at the plague warriors and demons, and the giant plasma incinerators became hot and emitted sizzling steam with their repeated shots.
"For the Lord of Ultramar." The Librarian of the Aurora Regiment, relying on the fierce firepower cover of the Dreadnought, roared, the force field scepter in his hand crackling, and violent psychic energy was released from his body.
His projection in the warp became increasingly dazzling, and his faith gave him strength, allowing him to harness even more violent psychic energy.
A blazing flame was released, and a psychic shock wave flew over the ruins. All the demons and traitors along the way were blown away, and their rotten and disgusting bodies burned with an eternal psychic flame.
The burning Plague Warrior tumbled out from behind the makeshift barrier, bolter raised, trying to kill the psyker.
The Librarian used the power of his will to grab the other person and crush his body, then threw his tattered body at the other two burning plague warriors, knocking them to the ground.
But the Plague Warriors and Demons did not give up. They tried to work together to repel the Empire's fierce attack.
Shells filled with disease slanted out, killing several loyal imperial warriors and turning them into rancid pus.
A large number of demons choose to parasitize the Plague Warriors, allowing them to use their own power and become more powerful.
Just as the two sides were fighting a bloody battle, a rumbling sound was heard, and an Emperor-class Titan came with heavy steps. The plasma cannon in its hand destroyed all the enemies along the way like a punishment from heaven.
Even the Plague Warriors who were parasitic on demons were vulnerable in front of the Emperor-class Titan. Those who failed to dodge in time were directly trampled to pieces.
Like a bursting meatball, it disappeared with a snap.
Even if you can dodge, there is no way to escape from the Titan's terrifying firepower.
"For the Lord of Ultramar." Sicarius' voice rang out, and they came from the flank following the Emperor-class Titan.
With the help of many fighters, a gap was opened.
Guilliman's Hand of Domination blew up the head of a demon, and then walked towards the Tower of Flesh and Blood without any obstacles.
"Now it's time to settle our accounts, demon."
"You are much more annoying than Mortarion. He at least listens to his father's words, feels the entropy of life in the universe, feels their withering and rebirth." The Nurgle demon picked up the weapon in his hand and also walked towards the Primarch.
The Nurgle demons knew very well that they were the only ones qualified to fight against a Primarch, and those low-level demons were only committing suicide and delaying time in the face of the Primarch.
The Nurgle demon launched the first attack, and the weapon in its hand slashed towards Guilliman, but was easily blocked by the Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand.
"Mortarion is a complete fool. He is so foolish as to succumb to you. Look at you. Even if you surrender to the Changer, it is ten thousand times better than surrendering to your stupid father. Your father is weak and powerless, just the worst of the gods."
"I will not be fooled by you, you are trying to anger me with your words." said the Nurgle demon.
"But you didn't deny it, right? That means you also think your father is weak and incompetent." Guilliman leaped up and slashed at the opponent with his sword, but the Nurgle demon dodged with an agility that was inconsistent with its fat body.
"I did not." said the Nurgle demon angrily.
"Then why don't you deny it? Instead, you are wondering if I am provoking you with my words. Mortarion is the most useless one among us. My father doesn't like him, and the primarchs hate him too, because he is too stupid and useless. His power was taken away by his own subordinates, and he was sold to you. Such stupidity is simply unimaginable in other primarchs, but your father happily accepted him, which shows that your father is a waste, and he likes to accept waste even more, and you are also a..."
Guilliman taunted casually, his attacks becoming more and more fierce, the combination of his Primarch's power and his command making him incredibly powerful.
Even the great demons of Nurgle, who are at the level of Great Unclean Ones under Nurgle, find it difficult to cope with his attacks.
"A complete waste demon."
"I will kill you." The Nurgle demon roared, and Guilliman's words made it furious.
"But you can't do it." Seeing the Nurgle demon who was about to lose control because of his stimulation, Guilliman smiled, "Seeing your stupid look, I suddenly don't want to kill you. There are always endless demons to kill. Killing you and not killing you will not make much difference. I have decided. I will carve the word "waste" on your body and then exile you back. By the way, I will send a message to Mortarion. I will go find him."