The Only Way Things Will Get Better Is If Guilliman Launches an Attack!

The Indomitable Crusade fleet.

Imperial officers, high-ranking officials, members of the Martian Mechanicus, and others had gathered together.

They were arguing over Dragon Forest Star.

The reason was simple. The Indomitable Crusade's goal was to reclaim the dark territories occupied by Chaos, not to fight an apocalyptic-scale war against Chaos for one person or some worthless star system.

Just moments ago, they had received a message from Dragon Forest Star bearing terrible news.

The Chaos Gods had actually descended in person and declared the coming of the Apocalypse.

The high-ranking Imperial officials were still arguing heatedly, debating whether they should join this horrific war for the sake of the Dark Angels and Blood Angels.

Then the council chamber's adamantium doors, over half a meter thick, swung open without warning.

A figure more than three meters tall strode into the chamber.

That single step was enough to silence the noisy, clamorous crowd.

There was only one reason.

The one who had entered the council chamber was the Imperium's Regent, the Emperor's son, a living legend walking among mortals—Robert Guilliman!

The Chapter Masters, including Calgar, along with Imperial Navy officers, Astra Militarum generals, Sisters of Battle, Ecclesiarchy Priests,

the Grand Sage sent by the Martian Mechanicus, and all the other elite mortals and decorated soldiers felt as though they had been struck head-on by an invisible wave of pressure. An almost suffocating presence seized their throats.

A statue of the Emperor, sword in hand, stood in the magnificent council chamber.

Yet at that moment, the Primarch made the place seem cramped and small. His overwhelming presence filled every corner of the chamber like a tsunami.

The Armor of Fate, forged for Guilliman by Cawl, moved like a mountain of blue and gold. Its cold, sacred sheen shimmered, and ancient golden runes etched