Angron's Final Slave of Nuceria!

Guilliman wasn't in a hurry.

No—or rather, he was patient, waiting for Angron to expose a flaw for just an instant under the assault of five Custodians!

An instant was all he needed!

He was like a cunning Space Wolf, circling the very edge of the battlefield and occasionally striking at Angron, but each time he darted away at once, never lingering or hoping to cause any real damage.

Watching Angron grow more and more furious, his movements increasingly warped, Guilliman's lips curled slightly. Beneath his tactical lenses, his face

was touched with a trace of coldness.

This was exactly the effect he wanted!

By harrying Angron again and again, he would drive him completely out of his mind and throw his movements off. Only then could he create the perfect opportunity to finish him.

The five Custodians surrounding Angron worked together in perfect harmony. But unlike the Ultramarines, who favored coordinated group tactics, the Custodians' style leaned more toward perfecting individual martial prowess!

Every strike was precise and deadly!

They were the Emperor's bodyguards, warriors who stood above the many political factions of the Imperium and answered only to the Emperor's direct command—the executioners!

A Primarch?

So what!

No matter how powerful a Primarch was, he couldn't withstand the Custodians.

If one wasn't enough, then ten!

If ten weren't enough, then a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand!

The Adeptus Custodes were the Emperor's final trump card, left to the Imperium of Man!

No matter how Angron roared and raged, he couldn't break through the line formed by the five Custodians. Those irritating golden ants only made him more and more frustrated.

"Get out of my way!!!"

Angron leaped into the air. His Daemon wings beat behind him, raising a bloody storm. With the force of his fall from above