Guilliman: Fighting Feels Great! (Please Vote)

The surface of Skullcrusher was already a boiling land of death. Lava still flowed slowly across the ground, showing no sign of solidifying.

But in Guilliman's eyes, the world looked entirely different.

Blue data streamed down the edges of his tactical visor like a waterfall, while concise three-dimensional vector markers danced across his retinas.

Countless pieces of complex battlefield information—atmospheric temperature, wind speed, wind direction, radiation intensity, and more—were abstracted into visualized data by the intelligent systems carried by his power armor.

In the past, Astartes tactical helmets had possessed similar functions, but nothing so refined or mature.

Over the past century, the Imperium's advances in combat support systems had already progressed by leaps and bounds.

Combat support system activated.

Support target: Roboute Guilliman.

Guilliman felt as though he were playing an incredibly realistic holographic game. All he had to do was follow the system's guidance, and he could advance toward victory step by step.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Even a recruit who had just completed the Primaris transformation and possessed little real combat experience could make up for much of that deficiency with the help of the combat support system."

His specially made power armor hummed. White mist erupted from the cooling vents on his shoulders, and dazzling plasma streams surged forth, propelling the landing force off the ground and swiftly across the planet's surface.

A conspicuous crimson triangular warning appeared at the center of Guilliman's vision.

According to the support system, this area was the buried Ork passageway beneath the bombardment site. Opening it would open the door to the underground world.

All landing troops kept a safe distance of at least fifty meters. Then, three Astartes standing at different positions transmitted targeting calibration signals to the warship in orbit.

The next moment, a dazzling high-energy laser