The Son of War Returned Once More

The Primarch had hammered the Greater Daemon back and forth for over four hundred exchanges, repaying every bit of the beating he had taken earlier.

Maybe Guilliman was pretty petty too.

The shockwaves shattered the surrounding rock shell like crackers. Cracks radiating outward from the center of the battle had already nearly reached the feet of the Ultramarines' battle line.

The speed of a battle at this level had completely surpassed the limits of normal human vision. Lin En could only barely make out the situation with the aid of Tactical Rehearsal's sandbox.

Guilliman had clearly stabilized the situation.

After clearing away the Chaos poison and then doubling all his attributes, the Regent's fighting presence was utterly different from before the poison had been purged.

Lin En felt a little regretful.

He had just cast Weapon Enchantment on the First Company and Third Company. Weapon Enchantment had a cooldown, so he could not use it now. Otherwise, he could have amplified The Emperor's Sword by 200%. That would have made the current scene even better.

Still, what they had now was enough.

Because Guilliman had always been suppressing his own Warp nature, he was somewhat weaker than his other brothers in actual combat.

But only somewhat weaker.

The lingering poison had been cleared, and he had received a hundred-percent amplification.

The Son of War had returned!

The blue point of light collided with the red one again. After this clash, the red point staggered back at least five steps before the blue point surged forward and drove it back once more.

Dark King! Guilliman!

In the apocryphal timeline, Old Thirteen could directly seize three-quarters of Khorne's authority.

Now this was the Lord of Ultramar!

Kabanha's roar came from the distance, carrying less arrogance than before and more fury and disbelief.