Guilliman: Super Mask of Agony, I... don't seem to be quite right again!

Huh???

The virtual projection of the distant airspace left Ron and the others inside the Chaos Temple stunned.

No one had expected Guilliman, the nine-hour specialist, to arrive in time as reinforcements, much less charge alone right up to Horus and the other Fallen Traitors.

It was hard to say whether that brother was lucky or unlucky.

Good news: Brother Guilliman had arrived in time as reinforcements and could take part in this great final battle between Primarchs.

Bad news: he was warming up and was about to go in alone!

"This is trouble, brothers." Ron took a deep breath and almost failed to keep it together, his heart thick with worry.

He knew that no matter how reckless Guilliman was, he could not possibly be reckless enough to charge alone in front of Horus and the other Fallen Primarchs.

Most likely, that guy's luck had simply been terrible, and he had tragically translated right into the Chaos Coalition's position—deep in their rear, no less.

Without a doubt, Guilliman was facing extreme danger and was about to be ganged up on by Horus and the other Fallen Primarchs.

There was even a risk that he might fall.

Even more troublesome was that he and the other brothers could not very well abandon their own main base and run off to the rear of Horus's Chaos Coalition to fish Guilliman out.

That would severely affect the entire battle. More human armies would die because of it, and it might even lead to the fall of New Dragon Forest Planet.

In a war on such a vast scale, any fluctuation meant hundreds of millions of lives. One move would affect the whole body!

Of course, Guilliman could not be blamed for this. In war, any kind of accident could happen, and that