Steel Inside and Out, Ten Thousand Years of Fury!

The departure of the Chaos Gods did not ease the situation; instead, it grew even more volatile.

After joining forces to eliminate the Tzeentch daemons, the chaotic brawl resumed, with everyone indiscriminately destroying anything that didn't match their own color.

If you ask why they were distinguished by color, it's because the human side included those pitch-black Burning Legion entities. It was only thanks to the crimson psionic glow radiating from the Legion daemons that friendly fire was avoided.

Guilliman, having just performed a great feat and seeing that Tzeentch had been driven off by his own hand, sought to repeat his success. With a manic expression, he charged toward the fat Nurgle.

But this time, Guilliman was not so lucky. Before he could strike the fatty, he was knocked to the ground by a single ladle. Seeing him gasping for air, the invincible Guilliman had fallen once again.

Seeing their father fall, severely wounded, the Primarch's honor guard immediately sprang into action. These hulking men were incredibly slick; they tore through the encirclement, reached Guilliman, and with practiced ease, hoisted their old man up and retreated.

The entire process was as if it had been tempered a thousand times, without a hint of hesitation. No sooner had they returned to the rear than they rushed Guilliman into the ICU, before immediately returning to the front lines to keep a close watch on that eager, hulking Calgar.

Perhaps because the Khorne daemons spent so much time online and had deeper contact with humanity, they eventually huddled together after a period of chaotic fighting, intending to drive back the disgusting Nurgle daemon army first.

Khorne champions went head-to-head with the Great Unclean One, while human ground forces provided heavy fire suppression. With shells and blades raining down, those oversized green fatties