The End (Finale)

Hearing the Wolf King's roar, the other primarchs naturally resented him somewhat for interrupting Malcador.

But in the end, they were still affected by the revenge the Wolf King had spoken of.

Ten thousand years had passed. Was there a single primarch present who had forgotten the hatred of the past?

How could there be?

When you fought bravely until you died at the hands of Chaos and xenos,

the Emperor would surely see your face and remember your name and courage.

Likewise, when you betrayed the Imperium, defected to Chaos, and even caused a certain degree of harm to the Imperium,

the Imperium would not forget your betrayal either!

To the Imperium,

no sacrifice was too great to accept, and no betrayal was too small to forgive.

Those traitorous primarchs might have had all manner of uses and reasons, but the word betrayal had already determined their fate!

Guilliman immediately rose to his feet, braced both hands on the table, and spoke solemnly.

"Brothers, although I spent the past ten thousand years barely preserving my life within a stasis field,

before I was grievously wounded, I had already made certain arrangements for the future.

I admit that the Codex Astartes is something that ought to be flushed down a toilet. It was never what I hoped to leave behind.

Fortunately, everything I hoped for has been achieved with the help of my friend Cawl!

In other words, on Macragge, in my realm,

there are currently over a million Primaris Astartes, stronger, healthier, and more powerful than ordinary Astartes, awaiting our allocation.

I am absolutely loyal. Everything I possess is part of the Imperium and part of its strength.

To begin our Great Crusade of counterattack as soon as possible, I am willing to distribute one million Primaris Astartes among