Guilliman at a Turning Point in History (III)

You firmly strapped the burning Banner of the Emperor's Blood to the back of your Power Pack, while the more conspicuous vibranium wings transformed into propulsion devices.

Gripping the green-glowing Scythe of Blood and the Thunder Serpent-wreathed Forgebreaker Warhammer, you stood at the very front of the group.

You led the nearly fully armed Astartes and Mortal Warriors in a swift sprint toward the entrance of the underground cavern.

Yet by the time your group emerged onto the surface through the increasingly deafening barrage of gunfire—

The vast battlefield that suddenly entered everyone's sight made even you, a well-traveled Primarch, pause in slight astonishment.

At this very moment, across the enormous plain that stretched beyond the horizon—

Countless cultists, rebels, and Chaos Demons under the Chaos Gods rampaged across the ground.

Black Legion Chaos Astartes moved in Combat Squads, covering large numbers of Chaos tanks and Daemon Engines as they repeatedly wove through the surging tide of bodies.

Farther away, the Machine Gods of the Adeptus Mechanicus led the agile Taranis Knight Houses in a difficult defense against Chaos's intense artillery fire. The flickering Void Shields layered across the Warlord-class Titans and Knight Armor alike spoke of just how dire the battle had become.

Above the smoke-choked skies, squadron after squadron of Cadian Thunderhawk Gunships was either precisely shot down by the Machine Gods of the Chaos Legions or heavily surrounded by rapidly rising anti-aircraft weapons.

Yet these sky warriors showed no intention of retreating. They launched one suicidal attack after another against the endless Chaos enemy, using the Laser Cannons and heavy bombs aboard their gunships—or the ammunition-depleted Thunderhawk Gunships themselves.

At that moment, you could not help drawing a deep breath beneath your Skull Helmet.

You suddenly raised a vibranium hand tightly gripping the Scythe of Blood.

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