Godling

Outside the training ground, two special spectators:

Yvraine, the leader of the Ynnead Army, and her mysterious companion Thousand Faces, are silently observing this battle that transcends mortal comprehension.

The ever-calm, mask-like Psionic Energy projection of Thousand Faces showed a rare, subtle fluctuation, its voice carrying a hint of genuine surprise:

"Is this... the power of the ' Godling '?"

Even his not-yet-fully-matured 'offspring' already possesses such... terrifying power."

Yvraine shook her head slightly, her purple eyes reflecting the dazzling lights and shadows of the fierce battle in the distance:

"The accurate description is that this is a ' Godling ' who has awakened after ten thousand years of slumber and embarked on a unique path of divinity, as well as his offspring who have inherited his new bloodline and power."

During the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, even the Primarch ' descendants could never have reached such a level.

Just then, Calgar, who had been knocked away, roared and burst out of the collapsed rocky mountain. His Power Armour was covered in dust, but the fighting spirit burning in his eyes was even more intense.

Over the past three months, he has subjected himself to what could be described as self-torture.

Every day, he pushed himself to the absolute limits of his physical and mental health, immersing himself in all sorts of extreme environments.

They fight to the brink of death, then recover using advanced repair pods, and this cycle repeats itself.

With the help of the "Smart Atoms's " ability to constantly adapt, learn, and evolve, his physical body and strength grew at an astonishing rate.

He is now confident that he can simultaneously handle five versions of himself from three months ago!

At this moment, he combined his long-accumulated combat wisdom with his control over the "Smart Atoms" and made a bold tactical decision.

Instead of attempting close-quarters combat, he poured all the available energy from his "Smart Atoms" into the "Loyalist's Glory" in his hand!

"Buzz--!!!"

The Loyalist's Glory resounded with an unprecedentedly high cadence.

The sword erupted with a blazing blue-gold light, like a supernova explosion, and the energy fluctuations surged dramatically!

"Sicarius! Take this sword!"

Calgar hurled the divine weapon, which temporarily bore most of his power, at the swordsman captain who was locked in combat with Guilliman!

At the same time, he once again swung his "Iron Resolve" gloves and lunged at Guilliman from the side and rear, attempting to restrain him.

In a flash, Cato Sicarius parried Guilliman's sword with his left hand and caught the incoming "Loyalist's Glory" with precision in mid-air with his right.

The moment the sword was in his hand, an astonishing light flashed in his eyes!

Without any hesitation, he poured all the energy of his "Smart Atoms" into the sword without reservation!

"Clang--!!!"

The energy of two "Smart Atoms" resonates, superimposes, and undergoes a qualitative change within the sword!

The light emitted by the Loyalist's Glory instantly overwhelmed the golden flames of the Emperor's Sword, and even tore a tiny spatial rift open at the blade's edge!

At this moment, the energy level of this sword was already barely able to briefly contend with the power of the Emperor's Sword!

"Now!"

Sicarius's mind raced, and the unspoken understanding between him and Calgar reached its peak at this moment.

Wielding the radiant Loyalist's Glory the Loyal One, he launched a direct assault, his sword strikes as powerful as an inverted Milky Way!

Calgar then unleashed a powerful punch from the side and rear, cutting off Guilliman's escape route!

Meanwhile, in the distance, Chief Think Tank Digglis, disregarding the risk of psychic backlash, unleashed his full power once again.

The invisible Psionic Energy field acted like the strongest shackles, reinforcing the area on both a spiritual and spatial level, attempting to firmly fix Guilliman in place!

In an instant, there were divine weapons and sharp swords in front that could injure the body, violent and restraining blows from the sides and rear, and powerful Psionic Energy binding and slowing the body.

The three most outstanding offspring, through perfect teamwork, cornered their Gene-Father in a seemingly inescapable and hopeless situation!

Guilliman was in the eye of the storm, feeling deadly pressure from three directions.

Instead of showing any panic, his face revealed an extremely gratified, even ecstatic, smile.

"Truly worthy of being my offspring!"

His heartfelt exclamation, booming like a bell, could be clearly heard amidst the roar of battle.

Immediately afterwards, he shook his arms, and the vast Psionic Energy within his body, as powerful as a star, poured into the Emperor's Sword in his hands with unprecedented intensity!

"Huang--!!!"

The golden flames on the Emperor's Sword instantly expanded and soared into the sky, transforming into a blazing golden pillar of light connecting heaven and earth!

Guilliman gripped his sword with both hands and, centered on himself, unleashed a perfect, unadorned circular slash!

Matter is annihilated, and the universe is shaken!

The golden sword light spread out in a spherical shape, and wherever it passed, matter was directly decomposed into the most basic particles.

The air was completely expelled, creating a vacuum zone, and the space itself groaned and twisted under the strain!

This is a display of pure power and supreme authority, transcending skill and coordination; it is a crushing defeat on a dimensional level!

"Boom!!!!"

Cato Sicarius was the first to be hit, blasted away along with his sword by an irresistible force, his Loyalist's Glory slipping from his grasp and its light dimming instantly.

Calgar's heavy punch felt like it had struck an absolutely rigid body; the recoil shattered his arm armor, sending him flying backward like a cannonball.

Chief Think Tank Digglis let out a muffled groan as the backlash from the psionic energy caused psionic fragments to seep from his seven orifices, and he collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, Guilliman stood leaning on his sword, the golden flames of the Emperor's Sword gradually receding.

His gaze swept over his three offspring, who lay prostrate on the ground, struggling to rise, and his solemn and proud voice resounded throughout the desolate planet:

"Arise, my warriors."

You have truly proven that you possess combat power that has reached the threshold of the ' Primarch ' level!

That's beyond doubt!

Calgar lay on his back on the ground, his Power Armour damaged in several places, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But his blue eyes were unusually bright as he gazed at the gray sky and murmured softly:

"I'm sorry, Father... I couldn't let you have your fill."

"No,"

Guilliman strode over to him, extended his hand, and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "I had a very enjoyable time."

You are already my most powerful and proudest 'offspring'.

Calgar, that goes without saying.

You should be proud of yourselves, because,"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Sicarius and Tigurius, who were struggling to their feet:

"I am incredibly proud of you all."

Upon hearing this, Calgar struggled to kneel down on one knee.

Although his body trembled slightly from his injuries and exhaustion, his head was held high, his excitement evident.

Your pride in me is my greatest honor!

Father!"

Even though he had just been cleaved away by his father's sword, he felt only gratitude and honor in his heart.

He knew perfectly well that receiving such intense, hands-on guidance from the Gene-Father was an extremely rare and precious honor within the legion.

He truly deserves to be my most beloved father!

His heart was filled with warmth.

Not far away, Grand Master Voldus of the Grey Knights, who was a special observer, and Grand Marshal Amalrich of the Black Templars Expeditionary Force exchanged a silent glance.

Both of them, whose faces were hidden by helmets or serious expressions, couldn't suppress the complex emotions in their eyes.

It was shock, it was awe, and it was also mixed with a hint of something indescribable... envy.

Their own strength already ranks among the top in the Imperium of Man.

But after witnessing the battle that had just been a "prelude to a myth," they clearly realized that compared to Guilliman's new generation of leaders who had already "evolved," they were no match for him.

The gap in strength between them has become so large that it is despairing.

They seem to be sliding from being considered "top-tier combat power" to being relegated to the category of "regular elite" by the standards of this new era.

Guilliman keenly observed the expressions on their faces and understood what was going on.

The Grey Knights, this Psionic Energy directly under the Emperor's command, must be brought under his unified command.

Their professionalism and purity are irreplaceable; in any case, tracing back to the source, their ' Primarch ' might just be...

A possibility flashed through his mind.

As for the Black Templars...

These fanatical and loyal offspring of the Imperial Fists, with Dorn's brother now missing, cannot be without their 'parent's' care.

Father doesn't care, but Uncle does!

These are all loyal Chapter of the Imperium, serving under my 'Regent Uncle' and fighting for the survival of humanity. I suppose Brother Dorn wouldn't mind if he knew I was 'looking after my nephews and nieces'?

We need to find a way to "pry some people over".

Having made up his mind, Guilliman did not delay any longer.

He raised the Emperor's Sword, and immense Psionic Energy rippled outwards from its center.

A stable and massive golden-blue Psionic Energy portal slowly unfolded above the training ground, its other end connecting to the assembly deck of the Macragge's Honour.

"Training is over!"

Guilliman's voice, carrying an undeniable resolve, resonated in everyone's ears. "Let's go, back to Macragge."

My personal training has come to a temporary end, now...

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over his generals and his guests, finally settling on the vast expanse of stars.

"We should get down to business."

The next decisive step on the road to the revival of the Imperium of Man is about to be taken.

Three hundred thousand Superman warriors, several commanders who have reached the threshold of Primarch, plus his increasingly powerful Lord Regent...