Wave after wave of World Eaters formed wedge formations better suited for breakthroughs. This formation's immensely powerful central penetration placed tremendous pressure on a single point of the Ultramarines' shield wall.
The tide of World Eaters merged into a savage tsunami, sworn to smash through the human dam formed by the Ultramarines.
If the World Eaters before had been nothing more than scattered fighters with brute strength, they now resembled professional soldiers, possessed of considerable discipline and organization.
Guilliman sensed the change in the World Eaters. No—this legion now felt more like the War Hounds of old, a formidable legion capable of both frenzied assault and absolute obedience.
"What did they do in there? Why have these World Eaters become like this?"
Guilliman led his Victrix Guard forward. He had already foreseen the changing tide of battle; the Ultramarines' shield wall would be unable to withstand the World Eaters' concentrated assault.
The primarch strode forward in great steps, his Gladius Incandor tracing a streak of light through the air.
Even among his primarch brothers, Guilliman's swordsmanship ranked among the finest. Unlike most primarchs, who relied upon their own innate comprehension, Guilliman had received the very best education, martial skill included.
Guilliman's sword was not as peerlessly elegant as Fulgrim's, nor as broad and commanding as Lion El'Jonson's, nor as perilous and ingenious as Jaghatai Khan's. Yet his sword was the most upright and balanced of all.
Just like his Gladius Incandor, Guilliman's swordsmanship was like a heart of pure sincerity, devoid of many strange or deceptive techniques.
With every swing of his sword, Guilliman harvested World Eater heads as easily as reaching into a bag. Swordlight glittered like starlight, while the power field tore through ceramite armor and enemy weapons.
With ranged weapons restricted, Guilliman switched the Hand of Dominion