Chapter 5
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With the support of numerous Imperial heroes such as the Saint Celestine, the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines - Calgar, the Marshal of the Black Templars - Amalrich, the Inquisitor Greyfax, and many ordinary soldiers loyal to the Imperium of Man, Roboute Guilliman effortlessly suppressed the invading forces of Chaos. The Emperor's sacred sword swung in his hands, reaping any enemies within sight.
Whether they were Plague Zombies, Night Goblins, or Minotaurs, they were cut down like weeds. Corpses fell in droves, piling up together. Having fused with a brand new soul, the Primarch's power had not weakened at all but had grown even stronger. Guilliman's revival filled countless Imperial loyalists with exhilaration.
Guilliman's godlike presence instilled courage and strength in their hearts, allowing them to face the dreadful entities of Chaos without fear. His appearance greatly boosted the morale of the Imperial forces. Even the Mechanicus' Chief Belisarius Cawl joined the battlefield, reciting the Canticles of the Omnissiah and assassinating Chaos soldiers attempting to surround him.
The powerful weapons embedded in his spine, powered by the energy core in his chest, spewed out terrifying beams of light, annihilating any Chaos forces that tried to stop him. The Chaos forces continuously retreated, and with the Primarch joining the battlefield, the balance of victory constantly leaned towards the human side.
Wherever Guilliman's gaze fell, demons and fallen warriors felt a chill run down their spines. His flaming sword became a symbol on the battlefield, reducing enemies to ruin wherever it went. Guilliman moved like he was entering an uninhabited territory, his Emperor's sword dancing in his hand, with no enemy daring to confront him.
Only the arrival of a Chaos Demon slowed his steps. The demon was gigantic, with an ape-like face and wide horns. He was covered in Power Armour forged ten thousand years ago, brandishing a chainsword aflame with blood-red fire. His crimson skin tightened with every swing of his sword, and his blood-colored wings were covered in strange patterns.
The demon emanated intense rage that echoed in the minds of all on the battlefield, making them feel angry and irritable. Any soldiers attempting to stop him from reaching the Primarch were killed. Celestine and others tried to intervene, but Guilliman stopped them; he wanted to slay this demon himself.
"I never expected to see another Primarch on the battlefield," the demon's amber eyes were filled with mockery as he looked at Guilliman. "Unfortunately, the era of the Primarchs has passed, and the Imperium of Man will fall. Regardless of being the child of the Corpse Emperor, you can't stop the inevitable. This universe belongs to the Chaos Gods now."
Roboute Guilliman furrowed his brow as he recognized the symbol on the enemy's remaining power armor, a symbol of the World Eaters Legion.
A legion that once served the Imperium, only to join the traitorous ranks.
World Eaters, largely due to the influence of their gene-sire, tend to choose the camp of the Blood God, Khorne.
The demon in front of him had clearly earned Khorne's favor and ascended.
Facing this traitor from ten millennia ago, Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Sword, retorted without hesitation, "Traitor, it seems we didn't beat you hard enough ten millennia ago, since you dare to crawl out of your warp-ridden hole."
The soul within Guilliman had merely merged; he still retained memories of the past, and towards these damned traitors, he felt boundless rage and an insatiable desire to slay them all.
At the end of the Great Crusade, the human Imperium had stabilized, only waiting for the Emperor's final grand project - the Webway, to be successful. Humanity was on the brink of a bright future, poised to become the most excellent species in the universe.
If it were not for the betrayal of Horus and other primarchs, humanity would not have fallen into this present darkness.
Humanity should have followed the Emperor's plan, advancing into psychic ascendance, a collective sublimation.
All the grandeur vanished in smoke with the betrayal of Horus and others.
The warp's cancer has since taken root deep within the human Imperium.
Ever since the Emperor took his seat on the Golden Throne, humanity has struggled for ten thousand years in the grim darkness of the galaxy.
Every day of survival came at the cost of countless warriors' corpses and blood, the weight of the price immeasurable.
Each moment of historical progression was filled with the lives of countless heroes.
All of this was thanks to these followers of Chaos.
While Guilliman was searching for the demon's weakness, trying to eliminate this damned traitor once and for all.
To make him understand that even if he pledges himself to a Chaos god, a weakling is still a weakling.
"Your verbal taunts are useless. Both the primarch and the Imperium will become a thing of the past. From now on, there will only be war and slaughter in the galaxy. The skull of a primarch of a rotting Emperor will be the greatest gift to my master," the demon sneered, hot sparks spewing from his nostrils.
His body was ablaze, the surrounding space twisted and glowing from the intense heat.
"Go tell your foolish master that his bloody throne will be my trophy. One day, I'll cut off his head and use it as a football," retorted Guilliman, his gaze unflinching. With the help of the Dominus template, he was utterly confident that he could defeat his foe.
The Imperium's soldiers and civilians would become followers upon seeing the primarch. The Dominus template would help him convert the faith of these followers into power.
Just like a god who gains more power as they accumulate more faith.
The more followers Guilliman gains, the stronger he becomes.
The power of a primarch, boosted by the faith of many followers, was more than enough to defeat a Greater Daemon from the warp.
The Greater Daemon, enraged by Guilliman's insults to his Chaos god, roared in fury. The ground began to shake and thunder rumbled in the sky.
The release of the demon's power left the Imperial soldiers on the battlefield terrified, their bodies trembling despite clutching their lasguns, while the Chaos forces cheered in ecstasy. They howled in praise of the terrifying demon, hoping it would lead them to conquer this world.
The Greater Daemon took heavy steps, charging towards Guilliman.
He swung his giant sword, trying to kill Guilliman, take his skull, and offer it to the throne of the Blood God.
"You've slumbered for ten millennia while I've honed my skills day and night in the warp. Even if you are a primarch, I'll show you that you are destined to die," the demon roared. His immense power was terrifying, casually swatting away the Poison Blade tanks in his path.
The giant sword swung towards Guilliman, who countered with the Emperor's Sword. The collision created a shockwave that swept across the surroundings.
The demon roared, and Guilliman seized the opportunity to punch it, activating the power field of his power fist. The blue arcs of electricity ripped through the air with a crackling sound.
The sound of breaking the air echoed, and an indistinct afterimage appeared in the air.
The demon was knocked down.
The enormous body of the demon slid across the ground for more than ten meters, stopping only when it hit a scrapped laser cannon.
"Is this all the strength you've got? It seems that ten millennia of training hasn't done you much good. But then again, how could a weakling who succumbs to the warp ever improve? Tell Khorne to clean his neck when you go back, for I'll be coming for his head," Guilliman taunted, looking at the demon he had just punched to the ground.
When it comes to fights against numerous chaos gods and their minions, Guilliman cannot guarantee victory.
However, in taunting and drawing hatred, he is unmatched.
Back in the days, he was invincible in the forum chats, sweeping everyone away.
As for whether taunting the chaos gods will provoke retaliation, it's not much of an issue.
The chaos gods have certain restrictions and cannot enter the real universe.
Universal laws limit these gods. At most, they can only dispatch their daemons. Besides, the Emperor's presence would never allow the chaos gods to enter.
Even if he insults them, Khorne cannot do anything to him.
"You dare to insult my lord??" The demon roared as it got up.
"Not only do I dare to insult your master, but I also dare to kill you," said Guilliman as he charged, leaping towards the enemy's head with a single bound.