I Love Father!

Calgar threw a punch, his Power Fist enveloped in azure Smart Atoms light.

It pierced through the axe blade of a Khorne Berserkers who was trying to block it without any resistance, and then smashed the skull of the roaring demon under the helmet.

Before the blood and shattered bone armor had fully splattered, his right hand wielded the "Loyalist's Glory" longsword, sweeping across the room.

A graceful blue-gold arc of light swept past, slicing another Nurgle Plague Walker charging from the flank in half at the waist; its filthy body began to vaporize before it fell to the ground.

The sky before him, his Gene-Father, Robert Guilliman, is interpreting what a "walking natural disaster" is in the purest and most irrefutable way.

Guilliman's figure was like a blue comet tearing through the sky; wherever he sped past, the real barriers of the Material Universe seemed to become even thicker and more solidified.

He didn't use any fancy fighting techniques, just the most direct charges, punches, and grips.

Wherever he went, whether it was the solid carapace of the Bloodthirster, the layers of magical shields woven by the Tzeentch Lord of Change, or the nearly immortal, bloated body of the Nurgle.

They all crumbled and disintegrated like inferior pottery.

The blasphemous Psionic Energy that erupted when the demon collapsed was forcibly drawn away and devoured by an invisible force before it could completely dissipate, turning into nourishment for the blue giant.

Calgar followed closely behind this path of destruction, like the king's most loyal vanguard, sweeping away the remaining filth from the aftershocks of his father's power.

A surge of pride, glory, and almost frenzied satisfaction welled up within him.

Look!

Looking across the entire Milky Way, which other Space Marines has the honor of following closely behind the Gene-Father, standing shoulder to shoulder on this battlefield that will determine the Destiny of the Imperium?

Cato Sicarius, that arrogant swordsman?

He's also showing off his "Golden Skyline" elsewhere.

Malum Kaido, the newly crowned "Sky Tyrant"?

He's probably busy tearing some unfortunate Greater Daemon apart in the most savage way.

No, they are not here.

Calgar's lips curled slightly upward beneath his visor.

At this moment, the only one who can follow in my father's towering figure, inherit his glory, and fight side by side is me Calgar!

The facts are beyond doubt: I am my father's most beloved son!!

Just then, a huge lump of "junk" made up of broken metal, rocks, and demon remains was casually tossed by Guilliman and hurtled toward Calgar.

Without even glancing at it, Calgar swung his sword diagonally, precisely slicing the mixture apart in mid-air, turning it into countless harmless fragments.

However, in that instant after the sword was swung, a strange and swift purple shadow, like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly shot out from the side!

It was a Slaanesh Keeper of Secrets, standing four meters tall, with six arms, each wielding a blade of a different shape, yet all gleaming with a deadly purple light.

The dance created a dazzling, intoxicating storm of blades, hurtling straight towards Calgar!

The shriek of the blade cutting through the air seemed to possess a captivating, bewitching power.

Calgar's eyes sharpened.

Even with his body and armor enhanced by his father, he could not afford to underestimate this kind of enemy.

Khorne Daemons and Tzeentch Daemon are the easiest to deal with; Tzeentch's Greater Daemon is nothing compared to his terrifying physical strength.

Khorne Daemons, if it comes to a contest of strength, Calgar and the current Ultramarines are in no way inferior.

As for Nurgle Daemon can rely on, it's nothing but plague. Plague is utterly useless against the Smart Atoms within his body now!

While they wouldn't actually drink Nurgle soup like it's soup, the current Ultramarines could certainly treat the pustules on these Nurgle Daemon like juice.

The only difficult one to deal with is the Slaaneshi Daemon.

Those blades imbued with Slaanesh's Psionic Energy were powerful enough to slice through defenses reinforced by Smart Atoms.

Furthermore, these guys are extremely agile; the current Ultramarines, under Guilliman's leadership, have become accustomed to a wide-ranging, sweeping fighting style.

They did not enjoy fighting the Slaaneshi Daemon, who swam like fish.

It's a bit annoying, but... it's still something I can chop down!

Calgar lowered his stance and mounted his horse, unleashing a continuous defensive sword circle with "Loyalist's Glory," which clashed fiercely with the six demonic blades, exploding into a series of dazzling Mars and fragments of Psionic Energy.

At the same time, he unleashed Power Fist, forcing back the opponent's unpredictable thrust.

Fists and Keeper of Secrets Slaanesh, their speed so great that only blue-gold and purple halos remained intertwined.

After exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, Calgar seized upon an opening when his opponent unleashed six attacks simultaneously, leaving his center slightly ajar.

With a roar, he gathered all his strength in his left fist, ignoring the two demonic blades that were aimed at his ribs.

With the force to pierce through the stars, it slammed into the Keeper of Secrets's face, which was filled with pleasure and malice!

Pfft!

An unsettling cracking sound.

That alluring face, along with half a head, was reduced to dust by pure power.

The remaining body of the Keeper of Secrets remained stiff for a moment, then disintegrated into scattered purple dust amidst a shriek.

I checked the armor's nano-coating at my waist; it was slightly scratched, but it wasn't a big problem. I could just reapply it when I got back.

It's as easy as applying lubricant to Power Armour.

Calgar, slightly out of breath, looked up.

High above the battlefield, Guilliman, like a god overlooking and purifying everything, seemed to have just lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the area where he stood.

That glance, in Calgar's perception, which was layered with "fatherly love," was magnified and interpreted infinitely.

He seemed to see in it questions, concerns, and even a hint of... worry?

A warm current flowed through his body, Calgar straightened his spine. He immediately spoke through the communication channel, his voice filled with gratitude and assurance:

"It's alright, Father! I'm not tired! Really!"

High in the sky, Guilliman, who was locking onto the next demon gathering point, paused almost imperceptibly, a genuine look of confusion appearing on his face beneath his helmet.

"???"

He looked down at his son, who had just torn apart a Keeper of Secrets and seemed full of energy, even a little excited, and his mind was full of questions.

tired?

Guilliman thought to himself, "If this level of combat can make the Ultramarines Chapter complain of being tired..."

The first thing I'll do when I get back is throw you all into the solar furnace for a complete overhaul and train you to the bone!

He couldn't help but recall the recent training he had given to Calgar, Sicarius, and the others aboard the "Macragge's Glory".

These kids sometimes do say things that just don't make sense to him, and their eyes look weird too...

Could it be that the psychological assessment needs updating due to prolonged Warp travel?

It's really tough on these kids; they've been fighting alongside me for so long without ever getting a proper rest.

Let's go back and cook them something nice to treat them.

This is the traditional Chinese way of thinking: if you're tired, then eat something good!

If you're not tired, then eat something good!

Whether you're sad, heartbroken, happy, or joyful, whether you're graduating, starting school, going to get off work, or getting off work, if you experience any emotional fluctuations, just eat something delicious!