Sanguinius, Leman Russ, Vulkan Vulkan, Lion El'Jonson, Rogal Dorn, Jagatai Khan - these are all names that are regarded as myths by the world.
These titles represent heroic deeds and great achievements, and represent human courage and wisdom.
They shaped empires and they shaped history.
But they have been away from humans for a long, long time.
It is so long ago that their true deeds have become stories in myth.
In the past, no one could have imagined that one day they would be able to walk among the stars again, stand shoulder to shoulder with humans, and fight together against the horrific crisis that ordinary people could not imagine.
Now, myth has become reality again.
The Primarchs return once again to battle against those ancient evils that cannot be named.
Just recalling these names in one's mind is enough to make one excited.
Everyone will feel excited and excited to live in such an era.
This is the age of myth.
This is an age of miracles.
This is the age of creation.
And the name at the top of the list is greater than any of them.
That is the Lord of Ultramar, the Regent of the Empire, the Ultimate Primarch, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the great Commander of Mankind, and the soon-to-be-crowned Second Emperor of the Empire, Roboute Guilliman.
A legend that no one can match.
A miracle bestowed upon mankind by the Emperor.
A man destined to be present throughout human history.
He is the blazing sun in the era of eternal night, the guiding beacon in the era of confusion, and the dawn of darkness.
He is not a god, but he makes even gods tremble.
His achievements terrified the enemy.
His wisdom enabled his people to live and work in peace and contentment.
His strategy paved a smooth path for the future of mankind.
His mercy brings relief to everyone who is suffering.
Kakar recorded everything about the imperial regency with the utmost piety.
The gods want suffering humans to lift up their thrones and submit to their rule forever.
The gods need humans, and they use all kinds of sinister and vicious schemes to plan everything about humans.
Eager to drag this young race into the country filled with endless desires, to become their food and slaves.
The Imperial Regent was just the opposite.
Humanity needs him far more than he needs humanity.
Every living being who can think normally knows that only Roboute Guilliman can bring about the ultimate salvation of mankind.
Kakar paused when he wrote this.
He wondered whether what he was going to write next was appropriate.
The silver-plated memory pen tapped against the data pad, and the machine slave next to it also stopped printing.
A half-printed paper was stuck in front of the printer in front of the machine slave. The fresh handwriting was clearly visible and it smelled of ink.
Everyone who learns of the details of Chaos and the existence of the Gods should be clear about one thing: the position of Lord of Mankind is not a prize for Roboute Guilliman, but a heavy burden.
It is a means for humans to tie it down.
Ascending to the position of Lord of Mankind means that Guilliman is pushed to the forefront of the fight against those ancient evil beings that have destroyed countless civilizations.
He must face horrific creatures that are too terrifying to be described in words, and find a way for mankind to move towards the future amid numerous crises.
If he fails, he will face heavy siege from the gods.
At that time, death would probably be the lightest salvation.
As a chronicler for many years, I have been active on the front line against demons and traitors following General Hawke's Natal Regiment.
Kakkar also knew a lot of truths about this universe.
The wrinkles on his face record the long years he has lived through, and the multiple scars on his body are medals of honor for his active presence on the front line over the years.
There was a hideous wound on his chest, and an orc almost ripped him open.
If he hadn't reacted faster, he would have died.
Hawke has become an important general in the empire who is capable of standing on his own.
He also became a famous chronicler of the empire.
His workshop was filled with documents recording the heroic deeds of those brave soldiers.
He has published several books.
These books were well received in the empire and the sales figures were very good.
Some of these books were also included in Terra's library to serve as supplements to historical materials.
This time, Kakar returned to Terra to prepare to attend the coronation ceremony of the second Emperor of the Human Empire.
I also plan to use this time to sort out what I have recorded and write a book from the perspective of a mortal chronicler looking at the changes that have been brought to the entire empire after the awakening of the Imperial Regent.
Kakar was not born in the era after the awakening of the Imperial Regent, but lived in the era before the awakening.
That era was the most terrible dark age.
Demons hunt in the shadows and traitors roam the galaxy marauding.
The aliens continue to launch horrific wars in an attempt to completely end human domination of the galaxy.
Everywhere I look, I see only suffering.
The resurgence of the Imperial Regency marked the end of that era.
It was at that time that fate took a dramatic turn.
The Imperial Regent led the heroes of the human empire to launch unprecedented and magnificent wars, regaining control of the galaxy for mankind and protecting people from being harmed by monsters in the night and poisoned by alien wars.
However, these achievements were not enough to keep the empire stable.
Behind a series of victories, there are still fatal hidden dangers.
The terrible rift still stretches across the galaxy.
It splits the Milky Way in two.
Completely obscuring the yolk-shaped dense cluster of stars in the heart of the Milky Way.
The light it emits causes pain to those who observe it.
The Great Rift looks like a natural phenomenon.
But if people stare at it for a while, they will see things they don't want to see.
Those terrifying forces gushed out from it, threatening human survival.
Traitors within the Empire still lurk in the shadows, trying to subvert the Empire's new order or distort it.
Kakar learned some things about the past from those ancient books and from the hands of humans' allies, the Eldar.
Although those elves are not easy to deal with, they don't like dealing with mortals in their eyes.
But relying on his wisdom and identity as a recorder, Kakar still won the favor of some elves.
They told Kakkar something.
Let him know the whole picture of the war between humans and Chaos.
The ten thousand years that the human empire has experienced are insignificant in the development history of the entire human race, just a heartbeat.
To the entire universe, it is not worth mentioning.
But this battle against chaos is the most important battle for mankind.
If we win, humanity will be able to escape its doomed fate of destruction and be reborn.
If they fail, humans will become slaves of the gods.
Chaos will toy with every soul of the human race until the race is completely destroyed or the universe is destroyed.
Entire races were destroyed in this battle against the evil that was engulfing the entire universe.
Humanity’s first star empire also declined as a result.
The savior of mankind, the Holy Emperor took on the mission of redemption alone in the darkness and eventually sat on the Golden Throne.
Now, Guilliman will take on the Emperor's former burden.
The Lord of Mankind represents not only absolute power, but also absolute responsibility.
The gods will certainly try every means to stop Guilliman and try to drag him into the eternal abyss.
Once humans no longer have a fear of the gods, their influence on the real universe will plummet.
For those guys, this is unbearable.
Kakar picked up the memory pen again. The organic crystal captured the surface thoughts in his frontal lobe, and lines of handwriting appeared on the flickering screen.
After modifying the wording of the record.
He chose to print.
The sound of printing rang out again, and the scent of ink wafted out from the machine nearby.
Half of its head has been transformed into a mechanical slave, which uses mechanical tentacles to collect the printed papers.
The mechanical prosthetic eye installed in the eye socket emits red rays, scanning the text for a final check.
After confirmation, the machine slave will gather the papers filled with text together and put them into a box.
The box is full of Kakkar's masterpieces.
One day he would compile a memoir.
Write down everything you see in it, leaving a record of this era for future generations.
Let them know what is happening in this era.
Let them learn experiences and lessons from history.
After Kakar finished writing down everything he wanted to write, he put down the memory pen.
A burst of clear music sounded, which was the reminder sound set by Kakar.
The holographic projector that was originally turned off was automatically activated, and an information window appeared in front of Kakar.
Light twists and forms in the darkness.
An image of a woman appears in the information window.
One of the other person's eyes has been transformed into a mechanical prosthetic eye.
Emitting a faint red glow.
"Chronicler, Leman, Russ and Sanguinius are about to arrive on Terra." The voice came from a loudspeaker placed nearby.
"I understand, Director Yashiri, I'll be there right away," said Kakar.
"Don't be late, or I will deprive you of the right to record the coronation ceremony. A late recorder cannot be used in such an important occasion."
"Don't worry, I'm never late."
"I hope you can keep your word, Chronicler."
The holographic projector is turned off.
The woman's image and voice also disappeared.
The entire room fell into darkness again, with only the mechanical slave's electronic prosthetic eyes and the data tablet in Kakar's hand emitting a faint light.
I prepared everything and sorted out my clothes.
After confirming that there were no omissions or problems, Kakar stood up, picked up a small recording device, and set off to the venue.
In order to ensure his inspiration, Kakar always likes to be alone in remote places.
This time returning to Terra was no exception, so he asked his good friend, General Hawke of the Empire, to write a letter of request so that he could get a quiet residence away from the hustle and bustle.
As I walked out of the room, a faint light came in from the window in the distance.
A dim light spot that sometimes gets bigger and sometimes gets smaller is reflected on the polished blue marble, which is a century old.
In the deserted corridor, the original silence was broken by the humming sound of the servoskull's gravity engine, destroying the tranquility accumulated over the years.
The scarlet electronic prosthetic eye of the servoskull locked onto Kakal, and a mechanical tentacle held a lantern etched with a golden double-headed eagle pattern, lighting the way ahead for Kakal.
The shadow cast by the double-headed eagle pattern was projected onto the marble floor a little ahead through the lantern.
As Kakar moved forward, the suspended servoskull was always at an optimal distance to provide him with lighting.
The floor was smoothed for a brief moment as the servo-cranium machine passed by.
It emits rich colors like a nebula.
Then as the lantern left, it gradually dimmed and returned to darkness.
Walking out of the corridor, the light from the sky dispelled the darkness.
Kakar looked up at the sky, the light from the salute illuminated the entire city of Terra.
Neon lights make this city a city that never sleeps.
The people's cheers were deafening, and could only be suppressed by the sound of cannon salutes.
It was already late at night, but many people were still too excited to fall asleep.
I can only use screaming to relieve my inner excitement.
Two more Primarchs returned.
The unprecedented grand occasion made them all extremely excited.
Kakkar smiled.
He witnessed the rise of the human empire firsthand.
From the Ultramar Sector to Terra, he witnessed the triumphs and changes of humanity.
The future of mankind will surely be bright.
There is no doubt about this.
The servoskull adjusted the brightness of the lantern in its hand and floated it behind Kakar. The gravity engine was also adjusted, making the noise much quieter.
A gust of wind blew, accompanied by dazzling searchlights, and a hovercraft rushed down from the sky and stopped steadily in front of Kakar.
The golden double-headed eagle is particularly eye-catching.
With the sound of a mechanical piston, the hatch slowly opened.
Two Imperial soldiers stepped out of the open hatch, their uniforms blowing in the wind.
"Mr. Recorder, we are taking you to the meeting place on the orders of Supervisor Yashiri." A soldier said loudly.
"Okay," Kakar said.
Another soldier reached out to hold Kakar and led him to the hatch.
The hovercraft roared into the air and headed for the Eternal Airport from the military's exclusive air road.
Eternal Airport is the closest airport to the Imperial Palace.
Towering buildings stand on the surface of Terra, connecting the void and the ground.
Every day, huge amounts of supplies and personnel are delivered to the palace or transported to other areas through the Eternal Airport.
At this time, all the lights in Eternal Airport have been turned on, and the whole place is covered in light.
Above the space, there is a huge artificial fusion sun that reflects soft light and dispels all darkness.
The port, which has stood for thousands of years, has witnessed the history of countless empires.
The Emperor brought many Primarchs to establish the Empire, but Horus threw himself into the arms of Chaos and launched a rebellion that set the entire galaxy ablaze.
The rise and invasion of the Orcs, the conspiracy of the Great Reaver, and Khorne's ambitions for the Royal Palace.
Now, this building that carries the history of the empire will once again witness a historic moment.
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The foundation stone of the palace is ancient and profound.
This ancient land has been rebuilt thousands of times over billions of years.
Before humans set foot in this place, other life forms had already built their own palaces here.
Later generations continued to build their own palaces on the abandoned foundations of the former.
Build, destroy, and rebuild.
Just like a circle, it repeats over and over again.
After a long time, humans rose up and built their own palaces.
No cartographer could fully depict its deep labyrinths.
No amount of advanced technology could detect those endless winding roads.
This is a place that completely violates the natural laws of reality. It was created using exquisite and complex geometric principles and multi-dimensional knowledge that mortals believe is only mastered by gods.
In the lightless darkness, a figure was moving forward in the passage, looking very lonely.
What was surprising was that the figure walked in the narrow and smooth passage like a ghost, but did not make any sound.
It was like a projection that did not belong to this world, without any interaction with the surrounding things.
The passage is carved out of smooth black rock.
Perhaps, these rocks are not black, but the color of nothingness.
It's just that they absorb all the light and swallow everything, so they think it's black.
The tunnel itself is like a living organism, constantly moving and changing.
The strange angles and unbalanced proportions show that the builders of the tunnel are fundamentally different from humans.
From a three-dimensional perspective, the tunnel is extremely strange, extending and twisting in impossible directions.
If you could look at this tunnel from a higher dimensional perspective, you would find that it is flawless.
The figure in the tunnel never walked down a path, and there were even several sections that went upwards, but his position was getting deeper and deeper.
Only a very few can find the right path here.
Without exception, those who accidentally entered the tunnel died in the tunnel.
Don't try to break everything by brute force.
Unless you have the power to shatter every atom in the universe, using brute force in the tunnel is a foolish approach.
Tunnels are not simply a product of the real universe, nor are they simply a three-dimensional product.
Based on illusion and reality, taking shape in a higher dimension.
It is the intersection of the material realm and the virtual realm, a thread that has been torn out of the complex web of time, and a raised scar on the skin of space.
That figure made the most correct choice at every fork in the tunnel.
The maze represents chaos, change, and drives wise scholars crazy. It is a toy that poses no challenge to them.
He knew the secrets and was familiar with the changes in each tunnel.
Before the Wolf God returned to his father's arms, he had already regarded this place as his paradise.
His steps stopped when he saw a large, abandoned courtyard.
The objects inside had been damaged, and many things were in pieces and in a mess.
The paintings, sculptures, reliefs and tapestries all showed signs of damage.
Even the wreckage showed signs of decay and emitted a strong smell.
Walking into the courtyard, the first thing that catches your eye is the huge man-made underground lake.
The moisture corroded the yard, the wood became slippery, and the broken furniture was covered with black spots and mold grew on it.
The wind that does not belong to the real universe blew across this space, causing the lake water to ripple and hit the red stones by the lake.
Looking at the dilapidated courtyard that had been lost for ten thousand years, the figure's movements were slightly slow.
He knew what was going on here.
It was here that Malcador was murdered by Magnus.
The vicious witchcraft tore apart the old man who had grown up with him, and his fragile body fell into the lake.
If the Immortal Alivia gave up her power, Malcador would truly fall.
There will be no subsequent events.
The destruction caused by bombs and witchcraft is still vivid, and those huge craters will not disappear with the passage of history.
The Emperor sat on the Golden Throne, the Imperial Chancellor Malcador sat on the Golden Throne and sacrificed himself, and the first Grand Marshal of the Guards - Valdor disappeared.
Who can still remember this place!
A place where dreams begin.
Twenty courtyards, twenty demigods, a golden dream, the redemption of a race.
Unfortunately, he is the only one living and growing up here.
The other brothers all left Terra and lived a life of pain or happiness in their own world.
"You've returned here after all, Alpharius."
A voice sounded, hoarse and with a hint of joy, like an old man seeing his child who had been away from home for many years.
The voice also revealed the true identity of the figure, which was none other than Alpharius, the Primarch of the Alpha Legion who had infiltrated Terra.
As a demigod, he possesses an immortal nature like his other brothers.
Dorne killed him, but he did not destroy him completely.
After a long time and the efforts of the Alpha Children, he returned to the real universe.
Now, he was ready to take the final steps.
"It seems that the emergence of the Great Rift has allowed you to do many things that you could not do in the past. You are getting closer and closer to becoming a god." Alpharius turned and looked in the direction where the voice came from. He took off his helmet, revealing a noble face that was no less noble than that of loyal primarchs such as Vulkan.
Those deep eyes stared into a corner of the darkness.
Even though he was in a world without light, his eyesight was not affected at all.
A hunchbacked old man in a black robe stood in front of a broken table.
It's like a ghost wandering in an ancient and secluded courtyard, bound by certain past events and unwilling to leave.
The words just now came from the other person's mouth.
"Isn't that exactly the path you wanted me to take, my son?" The old man raised his head, his golden pupil glowing in the darkness, and the irresistible pressure was as heavy as a mountain.
Alpharius felt an unprecedented oppression. His three strong lungs were unable to absorb enough air from the oppressive air, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The Emperor's power has never weakened during these ten thousand years, but has continued to grow.
His words had extraordinary power, echoing like a bell in Alpharius's mind.
Those eyes were not just the Emperor's eyes; Alpharius saw the eyes of countless people in them.
Malcador, Loken, and so on, all those former heroes are in those eyes.
It was a judging look, questioning why Alpharius had betrayed their dreams.
"I was right," Alpharius said. "Only a god can fight a god. This is the best way to realize your old dream."
"The gods are hypocritical," the old man said. "Their power comes from deception, and so does mine. When you choose to believe in their power, you have become a pawn on the chessboard, destined to be unable to look at everything in the universe from an objective perspective. Only those who do not believe in authority and power can see the truth clearly."
"But now everything is going as planned, isn't it
You are becoming a god. As long as the result is good, the evil deeds in the process are forgivable. As long as the plan succeeds, mankind will gain a new salvation. As long as you can completely replace them, mankind will be completely saved. "Alpharius said: "This is the best way, a way for mankind to go to eternity without kneeling before the evil god."
"In that case, I will become the new cancer of human civilization, a cancer that is more solid and indestructible than the gods. The Emperor will poison humanity just like the gods did. He will crave more sacrifices and suffering to protect the survival of mankind. In this way, what is the difference between this and the Dark Ages created by the gods? Chaos still wins. The only difference is the way of winning."
The old man's voice became more and more majestic.
Alpharius felt the vast ocean of the High Heavens stirring up huge waves.
The Emperor's will is so terrifying that even those powerful Chaos beings should not even think of gaining any advantage from him.
"At least humans can survive like this, right
This civilization can continue to exist." Alpharius said.
"But they will never have a chance of redemption. They will live in a terrible kingdom created by their own suffering. All they see is cruelty and darkness, and humanity will never be able to escape. This is because the one who makes the laws of this universe is not an ordinary enemy, not a chaotic empire that will inevitably collapse."
"In order to maintain the living dead sitting on the golden throne, they will continue to increase the intensity of sacrifice. One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, just like a glutton that can never be filled, until the entire race is devoured and burned to ashes in the flames of sacrifice."
The old man's tone was filled with sadness, and his voice became hoarse and heavy. "What is the difference between such a kingdom and the kingdom of the gods? You claim to have seen the truth, but you are on a path that will push humanity towards self-destruction, Alpharius. I trusted you, even more than Horus, but you never gave me the opportunity to enlighten you. Your betrayal was so sudden that I was completely unprepared."
Alpharius fell silent. He looked at the old man without any regret in his eyes.
Even if he could go back in time, he would make the same choice.
"So you chose Guilliman? You made him the new variable, entrusted everything to him, and believed that he would help mankind to transcend, and that he would help mankind to break free from the control of the gods?"
"No, humanity chose Guilliman." The old man said, "You don't know all the truth, Alpharius. You have obtained many truths, but those truths are superficial. You don't know much about the universe, or even things outside the universe. Humanity's power to resist Chaos is far beyond your imagination. They will never succumb to those evil gods. Guilliman is one of them."
"You never said that," Alpharius said. "I simply followed the truth you gave me to determine what I should do."
"I never thought you would betray me," the old man said, "Knowing more of the truth will only lead you to cause more damage."
"Then why are you here?" Alpharius said, "To judge your rebellious son? Or to stop me from destroying your last body and completing the last link of God's plan."
"Both, or neither." The old man said, "I am angry that you betrayed my trust, but I have no intention of condemning you. Everyone has the opportunity to choose his own path. If I condemn you for this, it would be meaningless and go against the original intention of redemption. I have no intention of destroying your so-called plan, because it is all meaningless. When your brother ascends the throne, the rules of operation of all things will change fundamentally. Your conspiracy with Magnus will become meaningless, and even become his help."
"However, once you enter the throne room, you will never have the chance to leave. Your final fate will be to be imprisoned with those rebellious brothers until the day when the universe is destroyed. It is not too late to stop now. Leaving Terra and finding an unknown planet to spend the rest of your life is your best choice."
Alpharius walked toward the center of the abandoned courtyard's square.
Express your choice through actions.
The old man didn't say anything, nor did he stop him.
Here he is just a projection, a remnant of past memories.
The square is carved with huge symbols representing the duality of the universe.
Alpharius pressed the symbol on the square with ease. With a vibration, an ivory tower as smooth as porcelain rose up, rumbling upward, and the domes emitting a faint red glow connected together.
A moment later, a curved door opened on the side, casting a blue artificial light.
Inside is a still-functioning elevator.
When designing the elevator, the designer-Emperor took into account various extreme situations.
All it takes to keep it running over such a long period of time is a simple trick involving time.
A secret passage leading to the throne room was thus formed.
The old man sat at the table, watching Alpharius' actions calmly.
"You are very confident in your guards." Alpharius turned his head and looked at the old man before entering the elevator. "You think they will keep me."
"This is my last advice to you. Your faults are insignificant to me. Even if they shatter my dreams and turn me into a rotting corpse suffering both physical and spiritual torture, I will still choose to forgive you as always, because you are my son. But your brothers will not think so. You betrayed them, killed Sanguinius and Ferrus, tortured Vulkan to madness, and almost forced Russ to die in battle and sent people to assassinate Guilliman. You were once their brother, but you committed such a terrible crime. They will not choose to forgive you. Abandoning all your plans, escaping from Terra, and spending the rest of your lonely life is the best ending, and it is also the last advice an old father can give to his disobedient son."
"I firmly believe in my judgment," Alpharius said. "Father, you have lost your foresight and wisdom in the long torture. The glory brought by Guilliman can only last for a moment, just like a beautiful flower, which is stunning but also short-lived and sad."
"You must become a god, Father. That is the only way for mankind to be liberated and the only way to fight against chaos."
The elevator doors closed, leaving only Alpharius' words to echo through the abandoned courtyard.
The old man's figure gradually dimmed.
A faint sigh mixed with the sound of the waves of the lake and was drowned out.
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Eternal Airport.
Jaghatai, Ryan, and Vulkan stood behind Guilliman. With the humming sound of machinery, the transmitted beam of light pierced the sky like a sharp sword and sank into the eternal void.
The warning lights on the continuous machinery flashed, one after another changing from red to green.
Sanguinius and Russ stepped out.
Imperial Chancellor - Penny stood at the front of the government officials, following the Imperial Regent to greet his brothers, those myths of the Empire.
Sanguinius's face was so handsome that Penny was stunned for a moment.
Apart from other things, just in terms of handsomeness, Sanguinius is undoubtedly the most outstanding.
Sanguinius wears regal golden armor, with ornate, intricate bleeding eagle wings adorning his shoulder pads, knees, and arms.
On his chest he wears an Eye of Terra and a Holy Blood Badge.
The white wings were folded behind him, and the golden protective ring and sun-shaped protective force field device were located in his mind, emitting a faint golden glow.
Leman Russ standing aside was completely different from his brother. Apart from the noble face, Penny could not find any common points between them.
As she faced Ruth, Penny felt that she was being watched by a more terrifying beast than she had ever been before.
Like Sanguinius, Leman Russ also has hair that looks like golden threads.
But he did not let it hang loose, but weaved it into a whip.
His armor was very simple, without any unnecessary decorations.
Just those sharp rivets and a giant wolf head decoration.
When facing Leman Russ, it feels like facing a terrifying beast that can devour people directly.
Those sapphire eyes were as deep as the abyss. Any arrogant person who tried to peek into the secrets within would be swallowed up by them.
"Welcome back, brother." Guilliman stepped forward and embraced Sanguinius.
Then he hugged Ruth again, "It's been so long, Ruth."
The same is true for the other Primarchs.
There was a happy smile on everyone's face.
The reunion after thousands of years made them cherish each other's friendship even more.
“I hope we have not been delayed,” said Sanguinius. “It has taken some time to capture Angron. Our brothers have gone completely mad.”
Following Sanguinius' words, the cage that held Angron was teleported over.
The demon primarch, whose rage had burned everything in him, was still frantically pounding the light wall of the cage with his one intact hand.
Sanguinius and Russ severely injured Angron, tore his wings apart, broke his spine, and used a suppression field to suppress his Primarch's essence and demonic power, making it impossible for him to recover and he remained seriously injured.
At this moment, he was lying in the cage, like a wild dog with a broken spine, still making meaningless growls.
Guilliman shook his head and smiled at Sanguinius, saying, "Everything is just right. Soon, we will be able to gather together. Both those who are loyal and those who choose to betray."
Dorn is in the Beta Garmon system, the gateway system of the Solar System.
Corax and Ferrus are supposed to be in different dimensions on Terra.
Two Primarchs of the Alpha Legion are lurking somewhere on Terra.
Guilliman walked over to the cage of Angron, whom he had beheaded during his first return to Terra.
Now resurrected, Angron was brought back as a prisoner.
It's a loss of face to be in such a state.
“I do not need your pity, Guilliman.” Angron, now regaining his telepathic powers, growled.
"But I just pity you. What can you do? Angron, what else can you do except be furious? Your comrades are treated as playthings. Your former companions are the entertainment of others. Even if they die, they are destined to be slaves of others and will never have the chance to escape."
boom!
Guilliman's words made Angron's eyes burn with anger, and he punched the wall of light, causing it to tremble.
"Send him to Lorgar's cage and restore his mobility, not his strength." Guilliman gave a playful smile, really looking forward to Angron repaying Lorgar's kindness.
At the beginning, Lorgar was determined to make Angron a demon.
In the name of helping Angron escape the Butcher's Nails.
We must let this wise man who sees the truth see how Angron will repay this favor.
I hope Lorgar won't be beaten to the point of begging for mercy.
If that were the case, it would be shameful for me to be a Primarch.
After dealing with Angron, Guilliman walked up to Sanguinius and Russ.
"Let's go, don't waste time here. We have a lot to discuss." Guilliman said, "I have a big plan, which is..."
Before he could finish his words, a loud explosion was heard from deep within the palace.
Several Primarchs looked in that direction, all with expressions of horror.
Guilliman's brows suddenly frowned.
A panicked, crying voice rang out in Guilliman's communication device.
"My lord, the throne room is under attack."
Guilliman's expression changed instantly.
If anything happened to the Emperor, Terra would explode.
"How many people are coming to attack? What is the Emperor's condition?"
"Only one, I don't know. The guards have surrounded the assassin. There is only one man on the other side, claiming to be Alpharius."
Guilliman was not hiding from the other Primarchs when he communicated.
The Primarchs were immediately shocked when they heard the name.
"Immediately evacuate all non-combatants in the palace. I will be there immediately." Guilliman raised his head and looked at Sanguinius and Russ. "It seems that your banquet has to be cancelled first. We have to deal with a big problem."