Doomsday Crisis

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

A captain, augmented into a cyborg by the Adeptus Mechanicus, roared hysterically.

His prosthetic limb slammed violently against the console before him, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the engine supervisor and the Tech-Priest responsible for maintaining the engine room.

"Divert all power to the propulsion systems! Even if I die, I will drag them down to hell with me."

The warship was already finished.

The Void Shield reactors were overloaded, and the hull was exploding in multiple locations; a few more hits would spell total destruction.

After issuing the order, the captain wore a fanatical smile and roared the oath he had sworn countless times before.

"For humanity, for the Emperor! Advance, advance!"

Under the captain's command, the stern of the warship, now stripped of its Void Shield protection, erupted with intense light. The ship's speed surged as it charged toward the flesh-covered Chaos vessel, attempting to take the enemy with it in a final act of mutual destruction.

The universe and fate share one common trait: they are both cold, heartless, and cruel.

Regrettably, the courage of the captain and his entire crew received no reward from fate.

The Goddess of Luck did not lower her gaze to look upon this man, so full of courage and a spirit of sacrifice.

As the Chaos vessel unleashed a dazzling Lance, the massive hull of the warship was pierced through.

The plasma reactor, already pushed to its limit, was struck, triggering an explosion as flames surged through the conduits.

The five-kilometer-long giant warship was engulfed in a sea of fire, shattering into pieces in the vacuum of space.

All ten thousand human crew members aboard perished; not a single one survived.

"For humanity and the Emperor." Amidst the inferno, the captain shouted his oath one last time with all his remaining strength.

The destruction of the warship appeared insignificant on the grand, sweeping battlefield of space.

Across the vast expanse of the void, thousands of warships were locked in combat.

Countless Lances, plasma beams, container-sized torpedoes, and high-yield nuclear missiles turned space into a lethal forbidden zone.

The war had reached its most desperate hour.

The Imperium fleet launched counterattack after counterattack, attempting to reclaim orbital control of Macragge to deliver reinforcements to the surface.

They had to deliver support before the ground forces completely collapsed, or the horn of humanity's doom would sound.

The Day of Finality would surely come.

The tenacious race of humanity would then march toward its extinction.

The surface of Macragge had already descended into the fires of war.

Every city had been subjected to unimaginable saturation bombardment.

Near-orbit had been lost, artillery positions had fallen, and tank divisions had been completely annihilated.

Aerial fighters still struggled to hold on, preventing Daemon vehicles from seizing the final air superiority.

Powerful Legionnaires were pulled away to guard the Sanctum.

Only the Macragge Honor Guard remained, fighting in desperation to protect the cities and the civilians.

Civilians huddled in terror behind the defensive lines constructed by the scarred Honor Guard soldiers.

Every man and woman of age had been conscripted to the front lines.

Women and children waited in despair for the end, silently praying that the Emperor would save them, and praying that the Emperor would take their souls after death so they would not suffer eternal torment in the terrifying Warp, eventually becoming horrific monsters.

Inside the Sanctum of the Ultramarines, the most brutal battle was also raging.

This place would decide the fate of this planet, and indeed, the entire galaxy.

"Stop them." The Chaos Warrior, clad in black armor that reeked of intense bloodlust, revealed cruelty and malice in his gaze.

He swung his chainsword, which had long since ceased to rotate, casually slaughtering the ordinary soldiers attempting to provide support.

Those common soldiers were cut in two as easily as weeds by a sharp scythe, their broken corpses falling to the ground as blood stained the floor of the Sanctum.

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

The cruelty and bloodshed failed to frighten the soldiers behind them; they shouted the only slogan that could grant them courage, charging forward with Lasguns in hand to stop these shameful traitors from desecrating this holy structure.

The Chaos Warrior did not stop; he swung his chainsword, severed limbs flying at will, his face beneath the helmet flushed with the excitement of slaughter.

"Blood for the Blood God!" After shouting the name of the Chaos God he served, he lunged at the ordinary soldiers, wantonly reaping their lives.

Soldiers surged forward one after another, their purpose being to buy time for humanity to survive under the gaze of the Emperor.

The battle within the Sanctum was intense and desperate.

The remaining Ultramarines, along with the Black Templars, Ynnari, and Sisters of Battle, had all been pushed to the brink.

The white wings behind Saint Celestine were broken, and one of her arms had been severed.

Her armor was shattered, and sweet-smelling blood flowed from horrific wounds.

Those Sisters of Battle were either disintegrated by the dense fire of plasma cannons and bolters or torn apart by Chaos Warriors and Daemons.

"Grant me strength, grant me victory; I shall serve you and walk this world in your name."

Celestine's eye streamed with blood, yet she continued to silently chant the name of the Emperor in her heart.

As Chaos Warriors and Daemons charged in swarms, Celestine gripped her Holy Sword, her resolve unshaken.

"For the Emperor, for humanity."

With her roar, a massive wave of golden light erupted—the blessing of the Emperor.

Countless Daemons were sent flying by the golden radiance she unleashed.

Yet, soon enough, more Daemons and Chaos Warriors surged forward.

On the chaotic battlefield, Chapter Master Calgar of the Ultramarines Chapter bellowed.

His azure power armor stood out starkly amidst the carnage, making him a prime target for the surrounding foes.

His bolter was spent and his power sword had snapped; only a single Power Fist remained functional.

BOOM!!

An Ultramarine before him was blasted into pieces by a Chaos Warrior's Melta Gun.

The remaining limbs emitted charred, foul-smelling heat.

"Traitors!!"

The death of his brother made Calgar's eyes split with rage, and he roared like a furious lion.

Watching his comrades fall one by one, he descended into a frenzy, swinging his Power Fist as he charged forward.

After tearing a Chaos Warrior apart, he turned his gaze toward the high platform.

Beside the stasis field, Archmagos Cawl and those damned Xenos were still working.

Is it truly impossible after all?

Despair welled up in Calgar's heart; they were failing to resurrect their Gene-Father, the great Primarch.

Was everything about to end?

Was this the conclusion of their mission?

Ten thousand years after the Imperium's first ruler, the Emperor, ascended the Golden Throne, Abaddon, the second Warmaster of the Four Chaos Gods, launched his Thirteenth Black Crusade.

Using the Blackstone Fortress, he successfully destroyed the Cadia Fortress that had contained the Eye of Terror, allowing the chaotic power of the Great Rift to sweep across the entire galaxy.

The age of the galaxy's decline had arrived; the Great Rift had torn the galaxy asunder.

Countless monsters poured from the fissures, leaving only death and destruction in their wake.

The nightmares of the dark past reappeared on every world, bringing endless slaughter and cruel ruin.

A world-ending power gathered on an unprecedented scale, leaving no corner of safety to escape the calamity.

Countless worlds fell, and innumerable mortals wailed and died under the ravages and torture of Daemons and the spawn of Chaos.

Humanity faced its greatest crisis; should they fail once more, an eternal night would shroud the entire star system.

A grand, cataclysmic battle was imminent—good against evil, Chaos against order. The war would tear stars apart and destroy everything people knew and held dear.

Psykers gifted with foresight had already succumbed to despair, seeing no future for humanity in this dark and cruel galaxy.

The world would fall into an abyss of hopelessness, and humanity would become a plaything for the Chaos Gods to torment at will.

With a thunderous roar that shook the earth, the Sanctum was struck violently once again.

A second wave of Chaos Drop Pods, wreathed in flames, slammed into the Sanctum.

With a grotesque hiss, the Drop Pods opened, and hundreds of Chaos Space Marines poured out, joining the fray.

They were the trump card deployed by the Chaos commander.

Launched directly into the heart of the battlefield, they shattered the defenders' lines.

Despair completely enveloped all the warriors.

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

They let out their final, desperate war cry, facing death with composure and swearing to take as many traitors as possible with them.

Darkness had fully descended, the final horn of humanity was about to sound, and the end of all things was at hand.

Just as the final, life-or-death clash between the two sides was about to begin.

With a resonant chime, a pure, crystalline note rang out.

The Auto-casket emitted a melodic sound as its dome unfolded like the petals of a giant, carnivorous flower.

A tall, imposing figure appeared before them all.

Having slept for ten thousand years, the final light of salvation for humanity, the last hope of the Imperium, the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor, the Primarch who represented loyalty, hope, and benevolence—Guilliman—opened his eyes before the two sides locked in mortal combat.

He looked at everything before him, his gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Wasn't I just playing a game?

How did I end up here the moment I opened my eyes?

A vast ocean of memories surged forth, and in an instant, he understood it all.

Ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeded through my heart in an instant.

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

How could this kind of bullshit actually happen??

I ask for your support; the book about the brutal Guilliman is also mine, and it uses the same opening where Guilliman awakens. The plot direction is different.

To make a living, I have many pen names.

This time, there is no warp technology—at least not until the galaxy is conquered. There will be no warp technology, and I will not open up other universes or multiverse wars before finishing the Warhammer Universe.