It Really Was Time to Sleep

(Bonus chapter for Uesugi Erii)

"What else happened?"

"The biggest event that happened was the war against the Tyranids."

"This war, in fact, only ended not long ago."

"The entire war mobilized over 60% of the Imperium of Man's military strength."

"All the Primarch were present during the Tyranids War, and one Primarch even joined the war later on."

Who else?

"Angel of Red Sand, Angron."

"Who?!!"

Vulkan didn't say much; he simply patted Guilliman on the shoulder.

"Yes, Guilliman, you heard me right, it's the Angel of Red Sand, our former brother, Angron."

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Guilliman saw clearly what Angron had become when the Twelfth and Seventeenth Legions wreaked havoc in the Five Hundred Worlds.

At that time, Angron was no longer his brother.

By that time, Angron had become a Warp evil.

"But have you ever considered what if this Angron didn't belong to our world?"

"Not belonging to our world? What does that mean?"

Simply put, this newly emerged Angron comes from an incredibly wonderful world.

"In that world, all our brothers were loyal to humanity; not one of them betrayed the Imperium of Man."

Guilliman remained silent for a long time; he neither looked at Vulkan nor at Sinleech.

He glanced around briefly, then found a chair and sat down.

Roboute, are you alright?

"I... I don't know, bro. I probably really need to get some sleep."

"Wake up after you've finished sleeping, to make sure you're not in another absurd, unrestrained dream."

Looking at Guilliman's current state, Sinleech shook his head.

"Young people just have such poor mental resilience."

"However, the situation on the Cadia battlefield is rather troublesome right now. Which of you will go down?"

This is an extremely urgent situation, and it's already a luxury to have Vulkan explain to Guilliman what has happened during this period.

"Let's go together."

"Vulkan is right, Chancellor Excellency. Corvus is already on the battlefield, and now we must join him."

"Can't someone stay behind to oversee the overall situation?"

The two brothers didn't speak, but both looked at Sinleech.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have come here. I'm not God of War."

Sinleech only felt a toothache.

Why did he have to get involved in this?

"Alright, alright, you two go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Thank you, Chancellor."

After expressing their gratitude, the two joined the battle as quickly as possible, and now three Primarch have gathered on the front lines of the Cadia battlefield.

But Sinleech didn't stay there obediently; he went to the Rock.

"Chancellor Excellency, please stop."

"I came here specifically to see him, don't stop me, you know you can't."

"The Lion needs to rest now."

Sinleech glanced at Lord Cypher in front of him.

"I'm glad you're still the rational Lord Cypher, so step aside now."

"Chancellor Excellency, my reason has reached its limit. As for my brothers, they are now filled with grief."

"Lion El'Jonson needs treatment, not rest. Get out of the way."

Lord Cypher stared at Sinleech for a long time before finally stepping aside.

When the Dark Angels guarding Lion El'Jonson saw Sinleech arrive, each of them instinctively gripped their Boltgun pistols.

Although this Imperium Chancellor did indeed bring about change for the Imperium of Man.

However, it cannot be denied that the findings of the Dark Angels' Investigation have not been denied by anyone.

"Now, either I save Lion El'Jonson, or we wait for his body to be completely corroded by the Chaos Toxin."

"Step back. I'll only say that once, no matter who you are."

"This world is truly bizarre. You have so much technology from the Dark Ages, why not just find Stasis Field?"

"All the Dark Angels' brains combined aren't even as useful as a single Blue Cans."

As Sinleech spoke, he continued walking towards Lion El'Jonson, freezing all the Dark Angels around him in place.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the Staff that Han Mingxuan had given him, the walking stick from his Grandfather.

A vibrant green light enveloped Lion El'Jonson's entire body.

An immense and vibrant life force permeated the secret chamber.

"You'll have to wait seven hours. After seven hours, his injuries will have healed."

"It should be noted that Lion El'Jonson will be in a weakened state for the next week."

"What about the battlefield in Cadia?" Lord Cypher asked.

"Now you know about the Cadia battlefield?"

Sinleech's question left them speechless.

"Just do what you're supposed to do."

After saying this, Sinleech left the Rock. Meanwhile, the Dark Angels, having learned that Lion El'Jonson was unharmed, began to systematically enter the battlefield.

Just then, Angron's reinforcements finally arrived.

"Vulkan, I'm here to help you!"

A crimson meteor crashed into the battlefield from the distant sea of stars.

Boom!

When the smoke cleared, the three Primarch on the battlefield saw Angron enveloped in a golden-red light.

There was another person beside Angron.

Khârn, the Rite of War.

Protected by the power of the God of War, and with the added strength of the Father of Night, the Angel of Red Sand appeared to be unstoppable at this moment.

Compared to the other Primarch who had already witnessed such a shocking scene, Guilliman was completely stunned.

He had never seen Angron in this state before.

He probably really needs to get some sleep.

"Everyone, immediately move towards the Angel of Red Sand, right now!"

Almost the instant Angron appeared with his men, those present keenly realized...

Only by getting close to Angron can they make their battle easier.

"Khârn, beat the drum!"

The rhythmic beat of drums echoed across the battlefield, carrying with it a sacred power accompanied by a deep blue flame.

Wherever the flames passed, all the Daemon were instantly reduced to ashes.

The entire battlefield began to readjust its fighting rhythm with Angron as the center.

The pressure on the entire battlefield, within a radius of 1,500 kilometers centered on Angron, has been greatly reduced.

"Looks like you slept quite well, Roboute."

Guilliman admitted that even with his aristocratic upbringing and the intelligence of his Primarch, he didn't know how to respond.

After much thought, he could only give a mechanical reply.

"Um... thank you."

Everyone else present was taken aback by Guilliman's answer.

But Angron laughed.

"Haha, it's alright, it's alright. Thirteenth brother, at least you're polite and know to say thank you, that's good."

"Now that the reminiscing is over, let's teach those Chaos scum a lesson!"