Return

Ten thousand years of exile.

Ten thousand years of slaughter.

What kept him going was...

In addition to absolute loyalty to the Emperor.

It is that fragment residing deep within the soul.

His mission is to protect it until a suitable successor appears!

And just then...

In the vast Warp.

Suddenly, an unprecedented burst of bright colors erupted!

It was a golden beam of light that pierced through the Chaos mist.

The brilliance was overwhelming.

It even caused the eternal darkness of the Warp to fade.

It caused countless Chaos creations to scream in terror!

Diego suddenly looked up, staring in the direction of the golden pillar of light, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable fervor!

Without hesitation, he knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with tears yet brimming with excitement. "Your Emperor, is this your radiance?!"

But the next second...

He felt something was wrong!

Within this golden light.

It was actually wreathed in a wisp of crimson energy!

That energy contained a scorching heat that could burn everything.

And... a terrifying, agonizing wail!

That wailing sound.

Far surpassing the Greater Daemon.

Even surpassing the incarnation of Chaos Gods, far exceeding the Greater Daemon!

Those were the wails of the Primarch!

Diego's eyes widened suddenly.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

It almost burst out of my chest!

Has the Emperor once again found a fallen Primarch?

And are you killing it with your own hands?

He must go and help!

Even at the cost of one's life.

We'd give anything!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Blue Psionic Energy surged forth from his hands.

Pure Sanctification Power in the Warp.

A Psionic Energy portal, shimmering with ancient runes, was swiftly drawn!

Diego is not incapable of entering the Realspace.

However, the stay cannot be long—but now.

That no longer matters!

He suddenly stood up.

The gray armor was illuminated by the golden beam of light.

It reflected an unwavering light.

"Great Master of Mankind!"

Diego's voice echoed wildly through the Warp.

With unwavering determination.

With the courage to face death!

"If you need help, Kaldor Diego is willing to give my life again!"

The Psionic Energy gate burst open.

The other side of the door.

It was that area where golden beams of light intertwined with crimson energy!

Diego took a deep breath.

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Only absolute loyalty to the Emperor!

Step right in!

He wants to go there and take a look!

Whether ahead lies the abyss of Chaos or the roar of the Primarch.

He will fight for the Emperor.

Fight for humanity!

Until the last drop of blood is shed, until the soul is completely annihilated!

Looking at the blue Psionic Energy portal that suddenly tore through the void.

Guilliman and the Emperor both smiled knowingly.

Everything was within their calculations – Kaldor Diego.

It's finally here.

The light from the door suddenly intensified.

The next second.

A burly figure clad in grey holy armor strode out.

Diego gripped the constantly humming Power Sword tightly in one hand.

The blade still bore the filthy bloodstains of Warp Daemon;

In his other hand, he held a long sword forged from the bones of an unknown Chaos being.

The blade was engraved with twisted yet sacred Psionic Energy runes.

Each one was silently scorching the surrounding Chaos energy.

However.

The moment his foot stepped into this space.

This is the Supreme Grand Master the Grey Knights has traversed the Warp for a century.

But suddenly he froze on the spot.

An indescribable, powerful sense of restraint instantly enveloped his entire body.

The surging blue Psionic Energy within him was like a flame whose fuel had been drained.

It suddenly dimmed.

This is a material world of utmost purity.

The immense, powerful, and indestructible material force is like an invisible giant hand.

The entire area was completely encased.

The Psionic Energy here has lost its former magnificence.

Even the most basic Psionic Energy shock.

It is also difficult to cause the slightest ripple in the surrounding reality.

Diego felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

He could even perceive it clearly.

The Psionic Energy channel that I had just opened.

It's unlikely that they can maintain this situation solely through their own strength.

Rather, it stems from the deliberate tolerance of someone.

Suppress the turmoil in my heart.

Diego's gaze slowly swept over the scene before him.

He saw the Daemon Primarch kneeling on one knee, his body trembling slightly;

I saw a majestic being standing to one side, clad in golden armor, surrounded by the light of humanity's eternal hope;

There was also a tall figure clad in blue and gold Power Armour.

They were looking at him with a somewhat mocking gaze.

Diego's breathing suddenly stopped.

In a pair of eyes that have witnessed a century of war.

An uncontrollable fervor and reverence erupted instantly.

He is the Emperor!

He had such an unparalleled honor.

To be able to witness the glory of the Master of Mankind!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Diego suddenly knelt down on one knee.

He held his Power Sword horizontally in front of his chest.

The cold glint of the sword reflected on his devout face.

His voice was hoarse yet resonant.

Bearing a loyalty that has traversed ten thousand years.

A thunderous roar echoed through the silent space, "Great Master of Mankind!"

Your most loyal Kaldor Diego, at this moment, offers you all my loyalty!

Whatever task you assign me, I will dedicate my life and soul to completing it!

The Emperor slowly raised his hand, gesturing for Diego to rise.

His voice was majestic yet gentle, carrying an undeniable power. "My great warrior Kaldor."

In the Chaos of the Warp, you slew demons that had existed for over a hundred years for me.

Your bravery and loyalty have been proven countless times.

Today, I will give you a supreme task, second only to the Final Edict.

The words had barely left his mouth.

The Emperor's golden fingertips.

He slowly pointed to Magnus, who was kneeling to the side.

"This one is none other than Magnus, the Primarch who was regarded as a traitor by the world ten thousand years ago."

But what the world doesn't know is that his 'defection' was never a betrayal, but rather a mission of infiltration that I personally gave him."

"I sent him to the Warp, to infiltrate Tzeentch's Asgard, to search for core intelligence on Chaos for the Imperium of Man."

The Emperor's voice suddenly rose.

Every word carries immense weight.

"Now, he has been lying low for ten thousand years, enduring ten thousand years of humiliation and torment. It's time. It's time for him to return to the embrace of the Imperium!"

He will become the first Fallen Primarch to return to the Imperium after the Thirteenth Primarch, and the fifteenth Primarch of the Imperium!