Those Blue Tin Cans Had Better Listen

Duke Mengsk was half-pushed and half-persuaded by the crowd and pulled back inside. The Adamantium gate slammed shut again, isolating him from the fighting and betrayal outside.

He was panting heavily, straightened the collar of his fancy clothes, and stubbornly snorted, "Hmph... I hope those blue-canned bastards will know what's good for them and risk their lives to protect us!"

Otherwise... otherwise, once the situation stabilizes, they'll be in for a world of hurt!

Just as Guilliman descended upon Terra, sweeping away the demons with overwhelming force and regrouping a portion of the Imperium's power.

In the deepest reaches of the Warp, in that Chaos realm beyond time and logic, four ancient wills clashed fiercely due to this sudden change.

In Khorne's realm, the Brass Throne roared, and seas of blood churned.

Unlike the wrath of the other three gods, Khorne's will was filled with pure and fanatical excitement.

"Awesome! So awesome! Hahahaha!!!"

Its roar was like the combined sounds of countless battles, "This is war! This is destruction! This is what the Son of War should look like!"

Crush! Smash! Go and display violence, Son of War!

It frantically urged its demons to surge even more frantically and recklessly toward Guilliman's location, even if it was just to die, just to "enjoy" the spectacular scene of destruction.

"To see my children destroyed like this... how tragic!"

What an honor!

I haven't watched anything this enjoyable in a very, very long time!

Continue! Kill! Or be killed!

The other three powerful wills were speechless at Khorne's fanaticism, which resembled "aiding the enemy."

Tzeentch's will shifted like a kaleidoscope, filled with deep thought and calculation, "You brute, your excitement is meaningless."

His power is a fact; in the Material Universe, our power is severely weakened by that strange 'law'.

He is more powerful than the Cursed One being from ten thousand years ago; it is unimaginable that this was a creation created by the Cursed One.

We need to target him, devise a plan specifically for him, just like we did for the Cursed One."

Slaanesh's will carried a lingering sting and extreme interest. "His power... is so domineering, yet so... 'complete'."

It's both incredibly alluring and extremely dangerous.

We cannot allow him to continue 'purifying' like this."

Nurgle's will was slow and heavy, like the sigh of a rotting swamp, "Hmm... powerful vitality, a perfect cycle... but even the most perfect cycle can be tainted by its own plague."

"But... we need a 'starter'."

The wills of the three gods briefly converged, and they quickly reached a consensus: measures must be taken to contain or even destroy Guilliman before he becomes even more uncontrollable.

Tzeentch's will flashed with a sinister light. "Just like we once... 'cultivated' Horus."

We need a vessel, a container that can receive a portion of our blessing and have the opportunity to 'access' Him.

Give them strength, give them a mission.

Slaanesh replied critically, "Perfect pieces like Horus are rare and hard to come by."

Where can you find qualified soldiers now?

"It would require at least Primarch- level essence to barely withstand the burden of our combined attention and survive under his power until the 'mission' is completed."

The will of the three gods seems to be caught in a temporary predicament and helplessness.

Just then, Khorne's frenzied will burst in, filled with undisguised lust. "Primarch? Yes! Angron!"

"My angry little brat, let him out! He's perfect for the job!"

This proposal caused the other three gods to pause in their will.

Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters, the Daemon Prince of Khorne, the embodiment of pure rage and destruction, whose mind is almost entirely devoid of anything but slaughter...

But undeniably, he was powerful enough, his thirst for killing was enough to drive him to do anything, and his hatred for the Imperium was beyond question.

Tzeentch quickly deduced countless possibilities. "Angron... has a simple mind and is easy to manipulate. His power is violent enough to pose a threat."

The cost is that the plan will be full of... uncontrollable variables.

"But we have no other choice; he's the only one we can use right now."

That's the situation. Fulgrim's soul was torn to shreds by Guilliman and is still being repaired by Slaanesh. Magnus, on the other hand, was directly subdued by Guilliman.

The large Mortarion figurine of Nurgle is still usable, but he's currently fighting on a distant campaign and can't get to Terra in time.

Angron is indeed the only option right now.

Seeing that the three gods were interested, Khorne became even more excited. "Then it's settled!"

Release my Angron! Let him fight Guilliman!

With the support of our four forces, he will become even stronger, as strong as Horus was in the past, strong enough to fight against the Cursed One."

Tzeentch stopped Khorne's agitation, which was purely for entertainment, and brought the topic back to the core. "These are all secondary. More importantly, we need to be able to kill him. The plan must achieve its objective."

"Nurgle, you mentioned needing a 'starter'?"

A wicked yet patient glint appeared in Nurgle's will. "Yes... a drop of blood. A drop of Robert Guilliman's blood."

With just a single drop, I can analyze the 'perfection' in his perfect cycle, and then... create a unique plague specifically designed to target him, one that corrodes him from the very root.

"A terminal illness tailor-made for him by me, the Grandfather Nurgle, the corrupting lord."

This plan allowed the will of the three gods to be solidified.

Primarch- level plague tailor-made for us?

This is undoubtedly a very tempting offer.

"Then let's decide on that. With the support of the four of us, Angron should be able to hurt Guilliman."

We can defeat him, just as we defeated the Cursed One."

Tzeentch made his final judgment.

He liked Guilliman very much because Guilliman brought about endless changes, stimulating the entire stagnant universe.

It's a pity he can only observe the changes for so long, because Guilliman will definitely try to target them like the Cursed One, if Guilliman really creates a Webway for humans.

That would completely isolate humanity from the Warp and the real world.

Without the emotional power of humanity, the largest race in the Milky Way, the four of them would have starved to death in the Warp!

While saying they starved to death is an overstatement.

But they will definitely become weak, so weak that the Cursed One one alone could wipe them all out.

That guy... he wants to wipe them out all the time!

And Guilliman is the same way; after all, that guy is the embodiment of war!

Lesser God formed from the fusion of all humankind's will to fight.

Even Khorne, the Blood God, at least possessed some attributes of honor and courage, but that guy truly only knew how to enjoy fighting.

Whether Horus caused the Milky Way to burn or the sea of stars to boil, they did not know.

But Guilliman, with his legion, could truly set the entire Milky Way Warp ablaze!