Librarium Sanctuary

A violent burst of light exploded across the breastplate of the Armor of Fate.

The psychic beam was condensed to an extreme degree. The instant it struck the adamantium plate, it triggered a violent explosion.

The shock wave blasted Guilliman backward.

The boots of the Armor of Fate gouged two trenches more than a dozen meters long into the ground. Guilliman activated the power armor's retro-thrusters and braced the Emperor's Sword against the ground, barely canceling out the impact. He was driven back only a dozen meters before regaining his footing.

Fortunately, Cawl had maximized the defensive power of the Armor of Fate he had made for him. It had taken a direct hit from the Greater Daemon. Only the golden Aquila on the center of the breastplate had been scorched black; everything else remained intact.

Guilliman raised his head again.

The Lord of Change was already retreating toward the rift.

The spatial rift reopened. Purple smoke surged from its depths, wrapped around the Lord of Change, and drew it back into the Warp.

The Lord of Change struggled to fly into the rift, frantic as if five Chaos Gods were chasing it.

That was right. Everything had gone according to plan.

It had used a psychic attack to knock Guilliman back, then turned and fled.

Although the plan had gone awry, at least it was getting out alive, wasn't it?

It was far better off than the Khorne Greater Daemon over there, which had been reduced to ash.

The Blue Bird's face was filled with relief.

Guilliman had elbowed his own Warp essence into becoming a psychic null. Whenever he suffered a psychic attack, he was utterly helpless. Compared with the other Primarchs, his resistance to psychic powers was truly mediocre, and he had often been mocked for it.