However.
Reality was cruel.
Bullets howled across the battlefield.
Hurricanes raged across the battlefield.
Even giving it everything they had, the enemies on the battlefield still clung to them like maggots on bone.
They knew what they needed to do now.
The enemy seemed to know what they intended to do as well.
The moment they approached the rift, vast numbers of Chaos creations descended upon them, even twisting the terrain for that purpose.
They knew full well that as long as their enemies remained, they would never achieve their objective.
The Grey Knights would never be able to complete the full chant of the "Sterilization Incantation" and carry out the final ritual.
The Chapter Masters on the surface would never be able to break fully underground and destroy the Chosen of Chaos and the Ethereal Phase Ripper.
Just like Guilliman, who could never reach the battlefield.
Just like the Emperor, who was always one step short.
They would never complete the cycle that led to victory.
Angron and his World Eaters had completely blocked them outside.
"Damn it!"
"Can't dodge it."
"Then we charge through!"
Sabius, Chapter Master of the Red Scorpions, gritted his teeth and swung the power fist of his Terminator armor. The light radiating from the cross emblem was as pure as his loyalty. He leapt into the air and smashed his fist, devoted to the Imperium, viciously into Angron's abdomen.
Clang!
Yet even with all his strength, he could not shake the ascended Primarch's shell.
The enemy had long since completed the evolution of his body. Bullets could wound him, but compared to his regeneration and enormous frame, the damage was negligible.
Perhaps they could deploy a lance weapon against him.
Or launch an Exterminatus directly.
But neither was possible at present.
The White Scars