Having confirmed the reward, Guilliman nodded.
This cheat was not too bad after all, barely usable.
Using dark matter computer technology together with the Primaris Space Marines technology in the hands of the Tech-Priest Cawl.
He could forge a brand-new batch of warriors to use against the traitors and the forces of Chaos.
Relying on the Empire's existing Space Marines, facing these forces of Chaos was truly somewhat weak.
Most of the time, victories were won by piling on numbers.
The casualty ratio was tragically horrifying, too painful to look at.
Being able to forge such a batch of powerful new troops could effectively help him maintain the territory of the Imperium of Man.
Guilliman had no choice; either he helped the Imperium of Man defeat Chaos, or he would be dragged off by Chaos to be a slave.
Flee?
It was best not to daydream.
The distance to the Milky Way's nearest galaxy reached hundreds of thousands of light-years; how to flee?
Without the Astronomican, without route maps, how to flee?!!
Even if the fleeing spaceship could reach the maximum speed limited in the universe, he still could not escape.
The time required to fly from the Milky Way to other galaxies using the speed of light would take as long as hundreds of thousands of years. If the spaceship broke down midway, it would mean drifting until death.
Fleeing with the help of the Warp was even more dangerous.
The Warp was entirely the territory of the Chaos Gods. Without the protection of the Emperor's Astronomican, the Geller Field would not hold out for many days before collapsing.
Without the Geller Field, the Chaos Gods could toy with him however they pleased.
Another unrealistic aspect of fleeing was that other places were not necessarily safe.
There was another race in the Warhammer Universe, the Tyranids.
This race came from outside the galaxy. This terrifying race that devoured whatever it went was chased by other powerful beings into the Milky Way.
One could imagine what had happened!!
The world outside the Milky Way might very well be even worse than the galaxy.
He feared that escaping would only be even more desolate.
He could only win, or else he could only die a miserable death; there was no third path to choose from.
"Out, clear them out." Guilliman stepped outside, his gaze containing terrifying fury, the flames on the Emperor's Sword in his hand burning ever more fiercely.
Calgar, Celestine, Amalrich, and other survivors regrouped and gathered beside Guilliman.
Thundering gunfire rang out outside the sanctum, and imperial defenders were still fighting desperately, attempting to drive the Chaos invaders out of their homeland.
Macragge City, this magnificent hive city, was witnessing battles everywhere.
Factories, spaceports, the sounds of slaughter were everywhere.
Space Marines from all over the empire, wearing different sets of armor, were locked in a melee with the forces of Chaos.
The Astra Militarum and the Macragge Honor Guard were still firing, utilizing defenses constructed along the streets to shoot those damned cultists and daemons.
Streak after streak of laser beams tore through the pungent battlefield, scorching those monsters and taking their lives.
Yet the monsters, cultists, and traitors were so numerous, their numbers massively beyond imagination.
Wave after wave of them charged the lines of the imperial loyalists, forcing the defenders to fall back step by step.
"For the Chaos Gods, for supreme glory, charge!" Cultists covered in bone spurs and turned monstrous waved their weapons, shouting loudly and encouraging the believers to charge endlessly, assaulting the defenders' lines.
A man with a hideous visage and a body covered in tumors screamed with an unusual excitement, "For the Grandfather's gifts, for the end of all things."
Other traitors also shouted various bizarre and blasphemous slogans.
The imperial defenders were still struggling bitterly, maintaining a frontline on the verge of collapse. Right behind them was the final sanctuary of Macragge City; they had nowhere left to fall back to.
Civilians huddled in the sanctuary, praying to the Emperor's statue.
"Save us."
"Do not let us suffer from those evils."
"Save us."
Listening to the sounds of gunfire and the frantic shouting from the Chaos side growing closer, the more terrified they became.
Once falling into the hands of the Chaos side, even death was no longer rest, but the beginning of another torment.
Thinking of this, they immediately shivered, all of them gripped by terror.
The Astra Militarum commander responsible for defending the Macragge City sanctuary also fell into despair.
Facing the surging Chaos army, he could only squeeze the potential of every single troop to the utmost, buying a little more time for the defense line.
Over a hundred regiments had been worn away by this war of flesh and blood, and countless Astra Militarum soldiers had died on this battlefield.
The only hope was for the imperial fleet to retake control of low orbit; only by doing so could the war be won.
Corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, crimson blood flowed across the ground, and even the air carried that pungent odor.
The bitterness and harshness of the war grew increasingly despair-inducing.
Not a shred of a chance of victory could be seen.
The connection between the surface and space had been severed, and no one knew how the battle in space was going.
Had they won? Or had they routed?
Fat, green blowflies hovered over the battlefield with a buzzing sound.
Spotting fresh corpses that had fallen to the ground, they swarmed over, burrowing into the flesh to lay eggs, delivering the Grandfather's mercy—those bizarre viruses and pathogens—into the bodies of the corpses, causing them to stand back up and become plague zombies.
The defenders' decline grew increasingly severe, while the enemy's offensive grew ever stronger. The power of the Chaos Gods from the Warp was being satisfied, and eerie, whispering bewilderments tempted the soldiers who still wanted to resist, attempting to drag them from that rotting corpse on the Golden Throne into the sweet garden.
"Are we done for??" Looking at the crumbling battlefield situation, despair surfaced in the commander's heart; how could a battle like this ever be won!!
Continuing to fight was also a dead end.
They had no chance whatsoever to turn defeat into victory.
There was no high-altitude fire support, no concentrated tank forces, no Titan Knights, and no reserve troops.
The Astra Militarum commander raised his head to look high into the sky; even air superiority had been completely seized by the enemy, so what chance of winning could there still be?
A pessimistic mood spread among all the defenders, causing despair to surface on their faces.
Many people gripped the weapons in their hands tightly, doing their best to calm their terrified bodies.
Several veterans made the Aquila Sign gesture, offering a final prayer.
Watching the offensive of daemons and traitors sweeping over once again, they silently prayed that their souls would return beneath the throne to accompany those fallen comrades.
Suddenly, the eerie whispers vanished.
Everyone felt an unknown power well up within their bodies, banishing their illnesses, fatigue, and despair, making their bodies strong once more.
The fanatical expressions of joy on the faces of the Chaos Warriors, daemons, and cultists also vanished, replaced entirely by terrifying fear.
Guilliman walked out of the sanctum like a demigod of war filled with fury stepping from the divine realm into reality. The Emperor's Sword burned fiercely, and wherever its light reached, the Shadow in the Warp retreated and fled in continuous collapse.
"I have returned." Guilliman let out a war cry and broke into a sprint. Celestine and the others closely followed behind him, charging together with him into the army composed of daemons and traitors.
Like a sharp spear, they pierced directly into the enemy formation, and upon first contact, they stirred up a horrifying slaughter, with shattered limbs flying everywhere.
"Counterattack! All units, hear my orders: charge." Seeing the saint, marshal, and chapter master all escorting a demigod that only appeared in myths, the battlefield commander realized the plan of Adeptus Mechanicus Archmagos Belisarius Cawl had succeeded; a primarch had been resurrected.
Victory was beckoning to them, humanity would endure forever, and the glory of the empire would surely be immortal.
He roared and howled, ordering the entire army to charge.
"For humanity, for the Emperor."
"For humanity, for the Emperor."
Hearing the order, soldiers climbed out of their trenches, shouting oaths and charging toward the now-cowardly Chaos army.
"For humanity, for the Emperor." An ordinary soldier shouted at the top of his lungs, toxic gunpowder smoke flooding into his nose and mouth, causing him to cough violently, but he did not hesitate in the slightest. Wielding his weapon, he charged at the nearest cultist, thrusting a bayonet crafted using molecular-bond technology into the enemy's body.
"Pay the price, traitor." Another soldier who climbed out of the trench wielded his lasgun, firing at the enemies he saw and venting the fury in his heart.
The situation on Macragge instantly reversed. The forces of Chaos continuously lost the territory they had occupied, beaten into a disorganized rout by the counter-attacking humans.
Roar!
With an angry roar, realizing the failure of the Chaos army, cultists used the lives of believers to summon a blazing greater daemon.
The greater daemon was massive in size and robust in body, covered in metal-like bone spurs, looking extremely terrifying. Its aura alone made many tremble.
The believers were drained of their vitality in an instant, subsequently self-igniting and turning to ashes.
"Primarch??" Using the sacrifice to enter realspace from the Warp, the greater daemon caught Guilliman's scent instantly.
Its flame-burning pupils instantly locked onto the primarch locked in combat on the battlefield.
The primarch's skull would be the best gift to offer the Blood God. It revealed a grim smile, let out another roar that shook the entire world, and charged directly forward.
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