The Savior: I, Diablo, am also a Dark God with a good reputation in the Warp!

"Strange... what exactly did I overlook?"

Ron thought it over, afraid he had missed some important detail that would cause an unexpected turn in the decisive battle.

That would be trouble.

Just then, Lion's voice came over, carrying a hint of confusion. "Where did Roboute go? He's already returned to the Solar System, so why hasn't he come to join the battle?"

Earlier, when he was traveling through the Forest of Caliban, he had once seen Guilliman's figure in the projection of the Solar System.

The Lord of Ultramar had already ended decades of drifting and returned to the Imperium.

This First Primarch, The Lion, still cared quite a bit about Guilliman.

"Right, I almost forgot Old Guilliman." Hearing that, Ron froze for a moment, slapped his thigh, and suddenly understood.

Brother Guilliman had been living like a savage in the Warp for so long, and after finally returning to support Holy Terra, he had always yearned to join the battle.

This would fulfill the long-held wish he had failed to achieve before—successfully supporting Holy Terra.

Ron and the other brothers were attacking the enemy's headquarters, and were even preparing to clash with Horus and the other Fallen Primarchs.

If they did not bring him along for a great battle like this, that would hardly be brotherly.

To be honest, if that guy missed this battle, wouldn't he beat his chest in regret and lose sleep whenever he thought of it later?!

"As good brothers, we have to bring Old Guilliman with us. We'll also have another high-level combatant!"

Ron made the decision on the spot and contacted Guilliman to see whether they could use the Sun of Hope to teleport him over.

Or perhaps have Lion set up a Caliban VIP forest passage to pick him up.

However, the