At the same time, in the northern reaches of Imperium Nihilus, not far from the Baal System.
As a massive Warp Portal gradually opened.
Enormous metal warships with their Gellar Fields fully raised slowly emerged from the chaotic and treacherous depths of the Warp.
At a glance, this massive fleet, whose number of Capital Ships was second only to the Scourge Legion, appeared to belong to Regent Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade fleet.
The most conspicuous vessel among them was naturally the Gloriana-class Battleship Pride of Macragge, built to standards far beyond those of ordinary ships.
Buzz buzz buzz—
At this moment, Regent Guilliman, clad in the Armor of Fate, stood within the immensely busy grand bridge.
One of his massive hands continuously stroked the cold hilt of the Emperor's Sword.
His indifferent eyes, devoid of emotional fluctuation, took in every piece of information and data the mortal crew members were rapidly processing.
Yet Regent Guilliman, whose entire body stood upon the metal deck like a mountain, did not issue a single command.
The matters before him were the purpose of existence and lifelong duty of every mortal crew member. Even as a Primarch and Regent, he could not forcibly deprive others of their service to The Emperor.
Besides, this was merely an occupational habit Regent Guilliman had temporarily retained after dealing with far too many complicated matters within the Imperium.
At this moment, the Regent, whose overall bearing and resolute face seemed to have aged several centuries, appeared to let out an unconscious sigh.
The Imperium of Man now appeared to be gradually returning to some semblance of order with the return of several Primarchs.
But only Guilliman, who had thoroughly understood the Imperium's entire condition, truly knew where the difficulties lay.
Even judging solely by the countless achievements in handling