The siege continued.
Lord of Tyran slaughtered demons one after another, while the army formed of mortal regiments, Astartes, and Thunder Warriors had already stormed into the fortress.
The siege had now reached its most tedious stage: fighting over sections of the fortress one after another, waging simple battles that were certain to end quickly.
"This is the full report on the war's progress."
Chapter Master Caldor, personally leading the Ultramarines in battle on the ground, reported the situation to the Primarch through the comms.
Guilliman stood before the viewport in his private quarters and silently listened to Caldor's report.
Then Guilliman picked up the Emperor's Sword and put on the helmet of the Armor of Fate. "Assign me twenty Terminator squads. Successor Chapters and the parent Chapter together!"
"Father..."
"Lion was right. It is difficult for me to interfere in the fighting below, but going down to help him is better than doing nothing!" Guilliman raised the Emperor's Sword. "At the very least, I can carve a path through."
Hearing the "him" in the Primarch's words, Caldor instantly realized it referred to the one trapped within the Demon Army's encirclement.
Guilliman had been able to chat calmly with Eisenhorn just moments ago because he had never expected the battle on the ground to escalate step by step into its current state.
Had Caldor not mentioned it, he would not even have known that piles of demons were besieging a single person.
"But..." Caldor advised, "there are signs that the enemy is conducting another strange ritual. Many, many rituals... If the fleet comes under attack, only you can assist the Warmaster in defending it."
That made Guilliman calm down.
But on second thought, the Emperor was guarding the rear. There should not be a problem.
"A Talon Custodian named Yao