Guilliman in a Hurry

"Stop, child." Rogal Dorn's large hand swung toward Tigurius.

The Chief Librarian used every ounce of his psychic power to resist Rogal Dorn's interference.

But he failed, and could only watch helplessly as Rogal Dorn's massive hand broke through the defenses woven from psychic lightning.

Smack!

Tigurius fell unconscious, the surging psychic power within his body dissipating outward as well.

The daemon's radiance grew ever brighter, and Slaanesh's corruption could be seen throughout the great hall. Polished marble pillars transformed into bizarre, coquettish sculptures, while channels once flowing with clear water were filled with poisonous perfume.

It was unbearably despairing. Calgar gritted his teeth as tears streamed down his face. He felt that his Primarch was gradually heading toward death beneath the daemon Fulgrim's feeding...

As the God-Emperor's expression darkened further, Slaanesh lost the mood to continue playing. She told Fulgrim that the ritual was about to be completed; only the final step remained to awaken Roboute Guilliman.

Fulgrim looked at Yvraine, conveying his message through his eyes.

Yvraine suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart. She did not know what kind of outcome this would create...

This was all for the alliance... for the fight against Chaos...

Taking a deep breath, she moved closer to Roboute Guilliman's throne.

His towering, powerfully built body was no different from that of the other Primarchs. Amid Calgar's despairing roar, Yvraine pressed her face close to Roboute Guilliman's.

Judging by their sizes, Yvraine looked like Roboute Guilliman's still-underage child.

What would it feel like to rest against that broad chest...

Startled by her own thoughts, Yvraine quickly slapped her cheeks, stopping herself from behaving so disgracefully.

Slaanesh in the Warp was already beside herself with delight. She could feel this tangled longing and fear, panting heavily as she stared eagerly at what was