Gathering Storm: Guilliman at a Turning Point in History (6)

At this moment, when the Living Saint Celestine descended upon the Cadian ground battlefield with a thunderous crash.

All Mortal Warriors and Astartes fighting for the Imperium clearly felt strands of golden light from The Emperor shining upon their scarred and exhausted bodies.

They instinctively tightened their grips around their damaged weapons, and faint flames called loyalty and hope seemed to kindle deep within their numb eyes.

"For The Emperor—"

Waves of impassioned battle cries rose and fell across the entire battlefield, echoing in your ears.

You slightly shook your Skull Helmet, which was covered in daemon blood.

Your gaze happened to meet that of the Living Saint Celestine, who was beating her pair of pure white wings as she rose into the air.

Upon her pale face, she seemed to offer you a warm smile filled with concern and compassion.

You also suddenly noticed that the Living Saint Celestine, her short black hair dancing in the wind, appeared to possess a pair of magnificent violet eyes.

They were violet eyes you had kept buried deep within countless memories, eyes you simply could not forget...

You unconsciously drew a deep breath, and one Mag-boot could not help stepping forward.

Yet at that moment, accompanied by the roaring thunder and imposing forms of three gigantic Daemon Engines, Lords of Skulls.

Another surging wave of Chaos enemies forcefully blocked your path.

You swiftly gathered your somewhat scattered, steadfast will and once again entered a cold, merciless state of battle.

Bzzzz—

Metal Ten Rings wreathed in violet light and buzzing loudly streaked across the smoke-filled sky, swiftly forming a Metal Spiral Storm like a meat grinder before you and violently sweeping toward the omnipresent Chaos Demons and cultists.

You quickly turned your Skull Helmet and swept your gaze across the fierce fighting around