Abaddon: I'll Beat Your Ass!

At that moment, Abaddon finally understood.

He finally understood why Horus had been so wary of Guilliman during the Horus Heresy.

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The Word Bearers had even joined forces with the Thousand Sons to set a trap in the Solar System, doing everything they could to stop the Ultramarines Legion from advancing.

Because the Ultramarines Legion really could defy fate and turn the tide!

Never mind anything else. Guilliman's "Indomitable Crusade" fleet before him wasn't even a complete Indomitable Crusade fleet in the truest sense.

The planets reclaimed along the way, as well as the xenos in the Dark Imperium that needed dealing with, had all drawn away part of the Indomitable Crusade's fleet. Those worlds needed either to be pacified or rebuilt.

Yet even under these circumstances, Guilliman had still managed to bring together a fleet this terrifying!

A thin sheen of cold sweat covered Abaddon. He didn't dare imagine how much strength that shameless bastard could amass if Guilliman were given enough time!

No wonder Horus, Angron, Lorca, Fulgrim... all those Primarchs who had once rebelled had targeted the Ultramarines.

Who wouldn't be scared of someone who could casually conjure up over a hundred thousand Space Marines?

But it was too late for Abaddon to be afraid now. The Warp trap he had laid in the Idolater System couldn't stop Guilliman's fleet at all.

Learn from your mistakes.

Robert Guilliman wasn't an idiot. How could he have failed to prepare?

The command throne hall of the Gloriana-class Battleship Macragge's Glory.

The Imperial Regent and Ultramarines Primarch, Robert Guilliman, sat upon the immense throne that symbolized power and duty. His body was encased in the ice-blue Armor of Fate.

His sapphire-deep eyes, brimming with boundless wisdom, studied the holographic images of the battle ahead, relayed to the