Primarch

Hill couldn't suppress his excitement upon finding the missing Primarch, relaying the best news of the day over the comms channel in an incredibly eager voice.

"The Primarch is alive, we've found Roboute Guilliman!"

The surviving battle-brothers were all moved to tears. These superhumans, who had undergone complete gene-modifications and had their emotions severely suppressed, felt the presence of the Gene-Father once more.

It was a connection born of their bloodline; they felt the Primarch's presence, and every warrior's morale surged, even unleashing combat power far exceeding their usual levels.

The Primarchs, created by the Emperor, were all outstanding commanders. As long as they were on the battlefield, all warriors would be infected with inspiration and fight to the death.

Guilliman shielded his sons behind him and advanced towards a Word Bearer with scientifically impossible speed. Without any weapons, he used only his fists. The Primarch completely smashed the fully armed Adeptus Astartes' head into his chest.

Ceramite was like clay in the Primarch's power. His hands plunged into the enemy's body, crushing two hearts completely. The Word Bearer, who was being casually crushed, erupted in a torrent of blood, which drifted in the void, reflecting the slaughter taking place.

The Primarch raised the mangled corpse in his hand, blocking several bolter rounds aimed at him.

The bolter rounds could harm him, though they were unlikely to cause fatal damage, he didn't want to take the risk.

He found leverage and descended upon another enemy like lightning, punching through their thick chest plate with his massive fist, and gripping their augmented spine amidst their painful struggles.

Utterly savage, incredibly brutal, the gene-modded Primarch, stripped of reason, was like a god of slaughter. Holding the spine and head in his hand, he roared triumphantly, throwing the spine forward, piercing another Word Bearer's head.

Hill picked up a bolter from a drifting Word Bearer corpse and continuously fired, clearing enemies for the Primarch, blasting an enemy attempting a sneak attack into pieces.

Guilliman grew stronger as he fought, slaughtering these detestable enemies. A simple straight punch could smash the heads of these veterans and tear their limbs apart.

Hill had never witnessed the Gene-Father fight so ferociously. In his memory, Guilliman was always a strategist, rational and calm.

However, a Primarch like this... seemed even more exciting! Guilliman's savagery and ferocity transformed into power and fearlessness in the eyes of his sons.

The remaining members of the kill teams gradually closed in, and even another kill team rushed to converge after receiving the news. Led by the Primarch, they successfully annihilated the enemies on the cruiser.

Hill confirmed his location and initiated a communication request to the bridge. The airtight door of compartment 88 opened under the control of the Thinker System, and the Ultramarines immediately returned to the interior of the flagship.

Nineteen of the forty kill teams had lost contact. After completing the boarding action, they came to pay their respects to the Primarch through various airtight doors.

"I have returned," Guilliman said, surrounded by a sea of cobalt blue. "They did not kill me."

The Ultramarines were immersed in the joy of their Primarch's return, which greatly eased the heavy atmosphere. They gazed at the Gene-Father's face; he was smiling, delivering an inspiring speech.

"In this time of crisis, you, my proud sons, have endured the test. You carved a bloody path through the enemy ranks, and your contributions will be remembered by the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, but—"

Guilliman gazed at the single remaining arm of his Chapter Master, his most trusted and valued son, who appeared more resolute and fearless than usual.

"But today is not yet over. The fighting in space and on the ground continues. You and I can talk here because more warriors are fighting in blood. Whether they are mortals or Adeptus Astartes, they are launching a fearless counterattack against the Word Bearers."

"We will fight to the end. We will intercept the enemy on the surface of Kaos, we will engage in fleet combat in the space of the Veridian system, and we will also descend from orbit to reclaim our weapon arrays."

"The Word Bearers cannot defeat us. They have abandoned their faith and become slaves to the unseen. In the name of the Emperor, in the name of the fallen of Kaos, we will surely punish all traitors."

The Primarch's armor was covered in bloodstains and frost. His handsome, extraordinary face was smeared with the dust of war, and his dazzling golden short hair was disheveled, but his speech was so stirring.

He exuded a contagious aura like the sun, making all listeners believe from the bottom of their hearts. They were convinced that the Primarch would lead them to victory, that they would end the rampaging Word Bearers, and that they would hang all rebels on the pillars of judgment.

"Father, your will is our mission. I am ready to launch a counteroffensive."

Marius Gage knocked his only remaining fist on the Imperial Eagle on his chest plate, the heavy thud symbolizing the Chapter Master's resolve.

"Determination alone will not win victory, Gage. We need weapons against those demons. Conventional weapons are not effective against them, so—"

Guilliman's voice rang out as he continued, "I will temporarily abandon the Nicaea Edict. We need the power of the Librarium. Only psychic power can be more effective against psychic enemies."

In the earlier Nicaea Conference, the Librarium faction, represented by the crimson Magnus, lost the struggle. The Emperor personally ordered that all Adeptus Astartes Legions must be forbidden from using psychic powers, except for Navigators and Astropaths.

And in this desperate moment, the Emperor's Edict must be rewritten.

Facing the Primarch's declaration, all the warriors showed their support through silence, including the surviving Iron Hands warriors and Nikanna from the Raven Guard.

"We should restore the Librarium's establishment. We need to rebuild the Librarium forces and use the power of the Warp to counter the Warp," Guilliman added. "Of course, it's too late now. Before conducting the orbital drop operation, I must transmit my will to you. If I unfortunately fall, you must still carry out this order."

There was a commotion in the crowd. The Ultramarines would protect their Primarch at all costs.

"I suspect the Nicaea Conference was premeditated," Guilliman paused and continued, "That conference caused us to lose our best weapon against the Warp. It's too coincidental; it's more like a meticulously planned conspiracy."

"I thank these warriors who overcame all difficulties to warn us. Willand of the Iron Hands, Nikanna of the Raven Guard, I must pay you my highest respects."

Guilliman did not overlook the warriors in the corners with extremely low presence; he extended his greetings with warmth and cordiality.

"Corvus Corax and Ferrus, my dearest brothers, I deeply empathize with the misfortune they encountered on Istvan."

Among all the Primarchs, Guilliman believed that as long as the Ultramarines fought alongside any of the Imperial Fists, Space Wolves, Blood Angels, or Iron Hands, they could achieve all victories. No matter what enemy they faced, no matter what desperate situation they were in, they could fight back from the brink of death.

Ferrus was the strongest and most unshakeable among them, but now he was dead, killed by the sword of Fulgrim, Primarch of the Emperor's Children.

Guilliman had no time for mourning. What he should do most was to bring all the traitors to the Emperor's throne and make them repent for their mad blasphemous actions!