"Emperor, were you truly protecting the Imperium of Man with your supreme divine power?" Guilliman silently wondered, his blood surging.
"Beware! Danger is coming!" Blazing words seared themselves into Guilliman's soul like fire.
Another vision accompanied the words. Gods loomed over the entire galaxy, and beneath their shadows, countless races fought, slaughtered one another, and died.
On the dark side of the Imperium, an enormous Ork stood. With a gentle sweep of his hand, a green tide engulfed planets, star systems, and even the Great Rift. They were heading toward Segmentum Solar.
This was the danger the Emperor had warned him of in his earlier revelation. Octarius had nurtured a terrifying green tide capable of devouring the galaxy...
Before Guilliman could recover from the scale and threat of the green tide, he saw a blue hand draw a line across the galaxy, right over Segmentum Solar.
Vast torrents of Chaos energy erupted from the line, swallowing more than a dozen star systems in one surge. Huge numbers of Chaos Fleet vessels sailed out of the rift.
From the Thousand Sons to the Word Bearers and World Eaters, every Traitor Legion was there. Led by Abaddon's Black Legion, they charged into realspace. This was a new Black Crusade!
The Solar System and Holy Terra were in danger!
Only heaven knew how Abaddon had bypassed the front lines and suddenly appeared here. The Webway had clearly been shattered by the earlier war between gods and was no longer as stable as it once had been.
Moreover, after the Aeldari's second fall, no being remained who could use the Webway to launch such a precise surprise attack...
Beyond the threat before him, Guilliman also noticed a strange fleet emerging from the Great Rift in southern Segmentum Solar. It was sizable as well, numbering