Beyond Saving
Boom!!!!!!
A sound comparable to the impact of a small meteorite!
The Night Lords's champion's body pierced through the thick alloy exterior like a cannonball, carving a destructive path through the massive building's interior!
Internal traitors to the Adeptus Mechanicus, Chaos slave laborers, an unfinished cursed armor, a blasphemous array of runes...
Everything, upon impact and tumbling from this "humanoid cannonball," was crushed as if by an invisible giant hammer, instantly turning into dust mixed with metal, flesh, and Psionic Energy remnants!
Guilliman followed closely behind, like a blue Ynnead, traversing the entire building through the massive hole he had smashed open!
When he burst through the wall on the other side of the building and flew into the air again, he was still carrying the champion of the Night Lords in his hand.
If that can still be called a "person".
Both arms disappeared from the shoulders down, and the area below the waist vanished completely.
All that remained was a mangled, bloody upper body with intestines spilling out and the chest plate severely deformed.
And a head twisted in extreme pain and fear, yet miraculously not quite dead.
A faint groan, tinged with blood and foam, escaped from his broken breaths.
Guilliman glanced indifferently at the pitiful "wreckage" in his hand, as if weighing a piece of trash.
"It's hopeless."
He Whisper, it was unclear whether he was referring to the planet or the traitor in his hands.
The next moment, he began to accelerate.
There was no more hesitation, no more pity.
Since purification is no longer possible, then let's destroy it completely!
He carried the severed half of his body, like an athlete wielding a hammer, and began to trace a deadly spiral in the air!
The speed increased rapidly, until the figure transformed into a blue lightning bolt that tore through the blood rain and thick smoke!
Boom!
A towering, spiked Chaos watchtower was snapped in half by the impact, its upper structure collapsing with a deafening roar, burying a fanatical camp below.
The half of the Night Lords's champion's body turned into a bloody mist the moment it collided with the tower.
Boom!!
A massive pipe, flowing with molten metal and connecting several furnaces, was smashed through!
Molten iron at thousands of degrees Celsius erupted like angry lava, engulfing all living things and buildings nearby and triggering a series of explosions!
The "weapon" in his hand became lighter again.
Boom!!!
Guilliman, carrying only the head and part of the neck and shoulders of the "remains" of the Master Data Tower that betrayed the Adeptus Mechanicus, drilled through the core of the tower like a drill!
Countless Dataslate, Servo-Skulls, and Chaos runes shattered into fragments upon impact.
The blasphemous Psionic Energy circuit was violently destroyed, triggering a Psionic Energy backlash explosion that tore the entire tower apart from the inside!
When he emerged from the other side, all that remained in his hand was a twisted, deformed piece of helmet covered in bits of flesh.
Guilliman hovered above the utterly destroyed data tower, looking down at the devastated land below, still teeming with Chaos creations.
He opened his palm and looked at the last fragment.
Then, the five fingers slowly came together.
Click.
The fragments shattered into the finest metallic powder, drifting through his fingers and mingling with the filthy rain of blood.
"This planet is beyond saving, but Father, I still hope that the souls of mortals can return to your throne."
He spoke in a low voice, not knowing who he was talking to.
The Emperor's Sword flashed a few times, and golden Psionic Energy energy rippled, marking the planet.
The blasphemous power within the souls of all the dead mortals was extinguished under the golden sun.
The human soul will ultimately return to the Golden Throne.
After receiving his father's help, Guilliman smiled knowingly.
This despicable Emperor actually knows how to do things...
He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the densest and tallest cluster of buildings in the distance, belonging to the core area of Primaris Temple.
His figure transformed into a streak of light once again.
But this time, there were no "weapons," only himself and his fists, which contained the power of over a million tons.
A punch landed squarely on the base of the tallest furnace chimney.
The alloy-reinforced base, with a diameter of over fifty meters, was as if struck by the core of a star, instantly caved in, shattered, and then triggered a chain reaction of collapses in the supporting structure.
The gigantic chimneys, hundreds of meters high, emitted a sickening groan as they slowly and irreversibly tilted towards the densest concentration of factory buildings below...
Finally, it came to an end in a devastating rain of metal, fire, and dust that covered half of the core area.
But this is just the beginning.
Guilliman's figure flashed, moved, and punched among the buildings.
His movements were extremely simple, without any fancy techniques, only the purest release of power.
He was like a relentless cannonball, crashing across the planet's surface.
With each sprint, a massive building or key structure is wiped away as if by the hand of an invisible giant.
From structural integrity to being reduced to scattered fragments and dust, it often takes less than a second.
foundry?
With a single punch, the load-bearing column was shattered, allowing the massive roof structure to completely bury the blasphemous production line below.
A plaza where Chaos Cultist gather?
A foot descended from the sky, shattering the entire plaza and the underground Chaos Altar into a massive crater tens of meters deep, from which groundwater mixed with blood gushed forth.
Modified defensive turrets?
The cannon, base and all, was grabbed and swung around like a toy, crashing into another intact energy center, triggering a fireball that illuminated half the crimson sky.
Golden meteors streaked across the sky, sweeping away all the unsightly "garbage" in their field of vision with the most violent force.
Architecture, machinery, Chaos creations, and even the terrain itself were all reshaped, or rather, erased, under his unstoppable iron fist.
From near-Earth orbit, through the observation windows of the Macragge's Honour and other warships, all the Ultramarines who remained on duty witnessed this miraculous scene.
On the surface of that planet, shrouded in ominous crimson and darkness, a brilliant golden-blue light suddenly shone.
Immediately afterwards, the light, like ripples stirred up by a pebble thrown into a still lake, or like a wildfire, began to spread wildly across the planet's surface at an astonishing speed!
Wherever the light passed, the crimson dark spots representing Chaos and blasphemy extinguished, collapsed, and vanished in large swaths!
Each flash of light was accompanied by a massive explosion or structural collapse that could be clearly observed even from space.
The light sometimes streaked across the clouds like a meteor, sometimes pierced the earth's crust like a drill, and sometimes resembled the most violent thunder.
Repeatedly hammer a certain area until the terrain of that area is completely altered.
The light even broke through the atmosphere twice, like a shooting star traveling in reverse, heading straight for the two space stations in orbit that had been transformed by Chaos and were covered with spikes and skulls.
For the first time, light swept across Space Station One.
The enormous, deformed nest-like structure silently broke in two after a brief, blinding flash of light.
The leaking air and flames inside resembled a dying sigh, and the two pieces of wreckage slowly rotated, veering off course.
The second time, the light struck the core of Space Station No. 2 directly.
This time, there was no break, only a much smaller but more cohesive explosion erupting from within.
When the light faded, the space station retained its basic shape.
But all the lights were off, all signs of activity had ceased, and it had become a cold, metallic coffin floating on the tracks.
Then, the light fell back into the planet's atmosphere, continuing its dance of destruction and purification.