Chapter 552: A Tribute to the Legendary Driver—Butcher's Nails
"What? Father, you're going to blow up... Holy shit, run!"
Lynn was the first to issue an order upon hearing the news. He triggered a Level One Alert across the Imperium Secundus communications network and ordered everyone to retreat immediately, drop whatever they were doing, and get aboard the ships.
Watching this horde of Cloaked Cockroaches flee for their lives, the three legions that had also been fighting across dimensions joined the retreat. Only the Ultramarines and the Lemon Fists stood there, baffled.
Seeing those blockheads still standing around in a daze, Blackwatch didn't abandon their allies this time. Instead, they grabbed the idiots and hauled them toward the landing zone.
Who'd have thought their cousins would be so strong? As Sicarius was slung over someone's shoulder and jostled wildly, he shouted:
"What's going on?"
"What's going on? My dad's about to blow up! Hurry up and run!"
As close friends who shared the same questionable tastes, Ace, a veteran of the Fourth Company, explained, "In all these years, Father's only ever blown himself up once. Guess who he was facing that time? One of the Four Ruinous Powers! If we're too slow getting away, we'll all be corrupted into drooling idiots who can't count to ten for the rest of our lives."
At the thought of becoming an idiot Ogryn, the invincible Second Company captain leaped down, hoisted his best friend onto his shoulders, and bolted. Along with countless fleeing cans, they raced for the landing zone where the Thunderhawk Transporters were parked.
As the seconds ticked by, the Imperial Palace gates were kicked open. The Adeptus Custodes, who had been lying low for so long, all charged out. Among them were several enormous figures: the Primarchs, finally free.
Guilliman