Doomsday Crisis

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

A captain transformed into a half-man, half-machine under Adeptus Mechanicus technology roared hysterically.

His prosthetic limb slammed down on the console before him as he stared at the power supervisor and the Tech-priest responsible for maintaining the engine room, his eyes bloodshot.

"Pour every last scrap of energy into the propulsion systems. Even if we die, I'll take them down with us."

This warship was already finished.

The Void Shield reactor had overloaded, explosions had erupted across the hull, and a few more hits would finish it for good.

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

"For humanity, for the Emperor—forward, forward!"

Under the captain's command, brilliant light suddenly erupted from the rear of the warship, now stripped of Void Shield protection. Its speed surged as it charged toward the Chaos vessel covered in flesh, trying to perish alongside it.

The universe and destiny had one thing in common: both were cold, merciless, and cruel.

Sadly, neither the captain nor the entire crew received any reward from destiny for their courage.

Nor did Lady Luck lower her gaze to spare a glance at this man filled with courage and the spirit of sacrifice.

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

The Plasma Reactor, already at its pressure limit, was struck and exploded, flames gushing through the conduits.

The five-kilometer-long warship was swallowed by a Sea of Fire, breaking apart in space.

More than ten thousand human crew members aboard perished. Not one survived.

"For humanity and the Emperor." Amid the Sea of Fire, the captain gave his final oath with every ounce of strength he had left.

The warship's destruction was insignificant amid the magnificent space battlefield.

Across the vast battlefield, thousands of warships were engaged 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.

Again and again, the Imperium fleet launched counterattacks, attempting to reclaim orbital control over Macragge so that reinforcements could be sent to the surface.

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

The final day would come.

Humanity, that tenacious race, would be led to destruction.

Macragge's surface had already fallen into war.

Every city had suffered unimaginable bombardment.

Low orbit had been lost, artillery positions had fallen, and the tank formations had been completely destroyed.

The aircraft still struggled to hold on, preventing Daemon vehicles from seizing the last of the air superiority.

The powerful Legion warriors had been deployed to defend the Sanctum.

Only the Macragge Honor Guard still fought desperately to protect the cities and civilians.

The civilians trembled behind defensive lines formed by battered Honor Guard soldiers.

All able-bodied men and women had been drafted onto the battlefield.

The women and children waited despairingly for the end, silently praying that the Emperor would save them. They also prayed that the Emperor would take their souls after death, so they would not suffer torment in the terrible Warp and eventually become horrific monsters.

Within the Ultramarines Sanctum, an equally brutal war had erupted.

What happened here would determine the destiny of this planet, and even the entire Milky Way.

"Stop them." The Chaos Warrior clad in black armor that reeked strongly of blood looked on with cruelty and malice in his eyes.

He swung his Chainsword, whose teeth had long ceased turning, casually slaughtering every ordinary soldier attempting to provide support.

Those ordinary soldiers were cut in half like weeds harvested by a sharp scythe. Broken bodies collapsed across the ground, blood soaking the Sanctum's surface.

"For humanity, for the Emperor!"

Cruelty and bloodshed did not frighten the soldiers behind them. Shouting the only slogan that could give them courage, they charged forward with Lasguns in hand, trying to stop these shameful traitors from desecrating the sacred building.

The Chaos Warrior did not stop. He swung his Chainsword, shattered limbs flying through the air as his face beneath the helm twisted with excitement from slaughter.

"Blood for the Blood God." After calling out the name of the Chaos Gods he served, he lunged at the ordinary soldiers and reaped their lives without restraint.

The soldiers charged forward one after another. Their purpose was to buy humanity time to survive beneath the Emperor's gaze.

The battle within the Sanctum was fierce and desperate.

The remaining Ultramarines, Black Templars, Ynnari, and Sisters of Battle had all been driven into a hopeless corner.

Saint Celestine's pure white wings had been broken, and one of her hands had been severed.

Her armor was shattered, and sweet blood flowed from horrifying wounds.

The Sisters of Battle were either torn apart under the concentrated fire of Plasma Cannons and Bolters, or ripped to pieces by Chaos Warriors and Daemons.

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

Blood streamed from one of Celestine's eyes, yet she continued silently chanting the Emperor's name in her heart.

Hordes of Chaos Warriors and Daemons charged toward her. Celestine gripped her Holy Sword without the slightest hesitation.

"For the Emperor, for humanity."

With her furious cry, vast golden light erupted—the Emperor's blessing.

Countless Daemons were blasted away by the golden radiance bursting from her body.

But soon, even more Daemons and Chaos Warriors surged forward.

Amid the chaotic battlefield, Calgar, Chapter Master of the Ultramarines Chapter, roared.

His azure Power Armor stood out starkly amid the chaos, making him the target of the enemy's encirclement.

His Bolters had run dry, his battle sword had broken, and only one Power Fist remained usable.

Boom!!

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

The remaining limbs gave off blackened, foul-smelling heat.

"Traitors!!"

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

Watching his comrades fall one after another, he too went mad and charged forward, swinging his Power Fist.

After tearing a Chaos Warrior apart alive, he turned to look toward the high platform.

Beside the stasis field, the Tech-priest Cawl and those damned Xenos were still working.

Was it still impossible in the end?

Despair rose in Calgar's heart. They could not revive their Gene-Father, the great Primarch.

Was everything about to end?

Was this the end of their mission?

Ten thousand years after the Emperor, the Imperium's first ruler, had taken his seat upon the Golden Throne, Abaddon, the second Warmaster of the Four Chaos Gods, launched the 13th Black Crusade.

Using the Blackstone Fortress, he successfully destroyed Cadia Fortress, which had contained the Eye of Terror, allowing the Chaos power of the Great Rift to sweep across the entire Milky Way.

The era of the Milky Way's decline had arrived. The Great Rift tore across the entire Milky Way.

Countless monsters poured from the rift, leaving behind only death and destruction wherever they passed.

The nightmares of the old dark nights reappeared across every world, bringing endless slaughter and cruel destruction.

The power to end worlds gathered on an unprecedented scale. Not a single inch of land remained safe from calamity.

Countless worlds fell, and innumerable mortals wailed as they died beneath the ravages and torment of Daemons and Chaos spawn.

Humanity had encountered its greatest crisis. Should they fail once more, eternal night would shroud the entire Milky Way.

A grand final battle was about to begin—good and evil, Chaos and order. The war would tear apart the stars and destroy everything people knew and held familiar.

Psykers gifted with prophecy had already fallen into despair. There was no longer any future for humanity in this dark and cruel Milky Way.

This world would fall into the abyss of despair, and humanity would become toys for the Chaos Gods to ravage at will.

Accompanied by a thunderous crash that shook the earth, the Sanctum suffered another violent impact.

The second wave of Chaos Drop Pods crashed into the Sanctum amid roaring flames.

With bizarre sounds, the Drop Pods opened, and hundreds of Chaos Space Marines poured out and joined the battle.

They had been held in reserve by the Chaos commander as a trump card.

Dropped precisely onto the battlefield in a single strike, they utterly crushed the Loyalists' defenses.

Despair completely engulfed every warrior.

"For humanity, for the Emperor."

They gave their final desperate battle cry, facing death calmly and swearing to take as many traitors besieging the Sanctum with them as possible.

Darkness had completely descended. Humanity's final horn was about to sound, and the end of everything was near.

Just as the two sides were about to begin their final fight to the death.

A bell rang with a dong, and a pure, crystalline note rose.

The Auto-casket emitted sounds like a musical melody as its dome opened, its petals spreading like those of some enormous carnivorous flower.

A towering, oppressive figure appeared before everyone.

After sleeping for ten thousand years, humanity's final light of salvation, the Imperium's last hope, the Emperor's Thirteenth Son, the Primarch representing loyalty, hope, and benevolence—Guilliman—opened his eyes before both sides, who stood poised for battle.

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

Wasn't he playing a game?

Why was he here the moment he opened his eyes?

Memories like a vast ocean flooded forth, and he instantly understood everything.

A hundred thousand alpacas stampeded through his mind.

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

Holy shit!

This kind of bullshit could actually happen?

Please support the story. Guilliman the Ferocious is also one of my books; it uses the same opening of Guilliman awakening, but the plot develops differently.

I have a lot of pen names just to make a living.

This time, there will be no warp technology. At least until the Milky Way is conquered, there will be no warp technology. Before conquering the Warhammer Universe, I will not prematurely open up other universes or multiversal wars.