Not you again, Angron!

No wonder Calgar always liked to plunge into the front lines. Apparently, it was a hereditary flaw!

Alvin was at a loss. As the commander, wasn't he supposed to stay on the bridge, issuing orders to vast armies with calm confidence?

And yet?

He'd been dragged to the front lines again.

And this time, it was even more dangerous!

Guilliman had the Ultramarines' most elite Honor Guard at his side, but the problem was that they were far from the other companies and couldn't coordinate with them.

If the Khorne Legion concentrated its forces and surrounded them first, then even if the Primarch was mighty, how many nails could he hammer in with fists of iron?

Alvin really couldn't understand why the Regent, renowned for his strategic and tactical brilliance, insisted on charging in alone every time, as if he had something to prove.

"For the Emperor!"

Ahead, the towering blue-and-gold figure let out a thunderous roar that drowned out the battlefield's clamor. "The Imperial Regent, Primarch, and master of the Thirteenth Legion, Robert Guilliman, is here! Follow me and crush them!!!"

Alvin's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He couldn't help cursing silently. Are you seriously not afraid of dying?

Shamelessly announcing his name in the rear of a Khorne Daemon army, surrounded by daemons as far as the eye could see—what was that if not asking to be killed?!

Sure enough, things went just as Alvin had expected.

Guilliman's roar instantly drew the attention of countless daemons. The daemons, minions, Chaos Sorcerers, Skull Cannons, Iron Warriors, World Eaters, and others, thrown into chaos by the Ultramarines' sudden orbital assault, abruptly fell into an eerie silence. One after another, they turned their eyes toward the giant in ornate blue-and-gold armor.

This is bad. We're done for!

Cold sweat