Outside the portholes, the battlefield had long since vanished from sight. Guilliman stood on the command deck, gazing at the pitch-black universe in silence. Beyond the portholes, only the wreckage of broken warships remained, drifting through space. At that moment, an Ultramarines warrior walked up beside Guilliman and watched him uneasily before speaking in a low voice.
"My lord, should we send someone to pick up that..."
"No need."
Guilliman shook his head, rejecting his subordinate's suggestion. He withdrew his gaze from the view outside and focused once more on the Star Map before him.
"Our journey with him ends here. Let's continue on to Terra."
After saying that, Guilliman sighed silently and sat back down in his chair. To be honest, Guilliman had very much hoped that Duanmu Huai could fight alongside him. After all, across ten thousand years, he was the only familiar face Guilliman had left. Unfortunately, Duanmu Huai had also said that he couldn't go to Terra, and that his battlefield wasn't here. Coming over to lend a hand had already been the limit of what he could do, so Guilliman could only let him leave.
Although Duanmu Huai claimed to be a god, he didn't seem like those arrogant and conceited gods at all, at least in Guilliman's eyes. Of course, according to Duanmu Huai, every morning when he woke up, he would stubbornly raise his middle finger at the Emperor in Warp Space—for that matter, he was still quite arrogant and conceited.
However, Guilliman didn't know what relationship Duanmu Huai had with the Emperor. Perhaps they had known each other for a long time, and perhaps their relationship was anything but ordinary. Guilliman felt that he had no right to interfere, so he remained silent about Duanmu Huai's blasphemous remarks. After all—aside from being