"If that is the case, Father, then we only have one other option."
"We can only dispatch our forces to travel through Realspace and rapidly complete deployment. This will require a large number of transport ships, meaning we must mobilize The Great Wall's Transport Fleet."
"We temporarily don't need to worry about the Daemon Worlds currently occupied by Original Annihilator Guilliman. What we need is to deploy forces to all the worlds in the Galaxy that have not yet fallen, forming a line of steel defense."
"We cannot allow that Guilliman to continue his operations, or his power will grow stronger and stronger. I know how formidable the power of 'operations' can be."
"We need to save at least half of the Imperial Worlds. Given the current situation, if we only mobilize The Great Wall's transport teams, we can deploy enough Legions to half of the Imperial Worlds to block the Original Annihilator's continued advance."
If a quick decisive battle against Guilliman is impossible, then Guilliman's operations must be disrupted first. Guilliman, being Guilliman, understood this perfectly.
If he couldn't be routed in one blow, he knew very well that the only way to defeat him was to impede his operations, at least ensuring his operational base was smaller. Saving half of the Imperial Worlds in this Galaxy was currently the best choice.
"I agree."
"I agree with Guilliman's proposal. Since the rebellion was initiated by someone who is also Guilliman, he understands himself best."
This proposal immediately received unanimous approval from the Primarchs.
Subsequently, the Primarchs turned their gazes toward The Emperor and Zeke.
The most critical aspect of this plan was the need to deploy large numbers of troops to the Imperium's front-line worlds to construct defenses.
It also required The Great Wall's Transport Fleet, which needed approval from either The Emperor or Zeke.
The Emperor did not immediately respond to the opinions of His sons; instead, He looked toward Zeke.
"What is your opinion, Old Zhou? Should we proceed as they suggest?"
"Let's proceed as he suggested. The person who understands oneself best is always oneself. The overall command of this campaign will be handed over to Guilliman."
Zeke's trust in Guilliman surpassed that of the other Primarchs, as Guilliman was the Primarch he had personally rescued and spent the most time with.
Unsurprisingly, Zeke agreed to Guilliman's request, even waving his hand to merge a new Ice Token into Guilliman's body.
"Guilliman, look at the mobilization document. It includes the transport formations of our fleet in The Great Wall region."
"When the fleet is mobilized, I will give Szarekh a heads-up on your behalf, but you had better discuss with Szarekh which fleets are more suitable to be moved, so as not to interfere with the war situation in The Great Wall region."
"I believe all of this should be easy for you to handle."
Zeke gave his almost unreserved trust, handing the military token back to Guilliman, who now held command over more than two-thirds of the Imperium of Man's forces.
Countless Imperial Navy and Astra Militarum forces across the Four Galaxies became Guilliman's subordinates.
He possessed the authority and qualification to mobilize these forces, even gaining the right to deploy the Imperium's most elite troops, The Great Wall Garrison.
With over two-thirds of the human armies placed under Guilliman's command—such trust... even the Guilliman who previously shouldered the burden of Four Galaxies and 20 Great Star Sectors couldn't help but feel nervous; the pressure was immense.
"Yes, I will properly mobilize the troops and have a detailed discussion with Szarekh, Your Excellency, Silent King."
"Uncle Zhou, rest assured, leave everything to me. I will not mess up the Imperium's overall situation."
Guilliman took a deep breath, suppressing the sense of heavy burden, and his eyes sharpened once more.
He turned to his brothers and began issuing specific instructions.
"Dorn, Perturabo," he first looked at the two Primarchs most skilled in defense.
"I need you to immediately begin constructing a solid defense line spanning the center of the Galaxy, using Terra as the core."
"Utilize all unfallen Fortress Worlds and key nodes to establish a defense-in-depth system. Your mission is to delay, or even stop, the main force of Fallen Guilliman from advancing further towards Terra, buying time for subsequent deployments, no matter the cost."
"Understood," Dorn replied in a deep voice, his tone as resolute as ever.
Perturabo also nodded, already planning the defense line construction scheme in his mind.
Guilliman felt relatively assured knowing that the two Primarchs of the Imperium of Man most skilled in defense were joining forces against Fallen Guilliman's armies.
"Sanguinius, Jaghatai," Guilliman said, looking at the Angel and the Khan.
"Your Legions possess the highest mobility. Blood Angels will serve as a quick reaction force, ready to reinforce weak points along the defense line at any moment."
"White Scars, utilize your speed advantage to strike deep behind enemy lines, hitting Fallen Guilliman's supply lines and secondary strongholds, preventing him from establishing stable control over occupied territories."
"Remember to bring enough cyclonic torpedoes and other Exterminatus Weapons. Do not engage in prolonged fighting with those already fallen Daemon Worlds; execute Exterminatus directly to destroy them."
"If Exterminatus fails to take effect..."
"Then skip it! Use Leapfrog Tactics. Our battleships have warp jump capabilities—do not get bogged down in combat!"
"Leave it to us." Sanguinius nodded elegantly.
Jaghatai Khan showed a wild grin: "I've long wanted to meet the logistics of another 'Master of Operations'."
"Ferrus, Vulkan," Guilliman continued calling names, "Iron Hands and Salamanders Legions will be responsible for the rapid deployment of heavy equipment, and the defense and assault of key strongholds."
"I need you to convert the technological advantage we possess into actual strength on the battlefield in the shortest possible time."
"Horus," he finally looked at his deputy, the former Warmaster of the Imperium of Man.
"You will coordinate the overall situation and serve as the general reserve. The Luna Wolves Legion must be ready at all times to respond to emergencies. At the same time, closely monitor the movements of Fallen Guilliman's main force."
"Look for weaknesses in his command core or key nodes."
"Yes, Warmaster." Horus accepted the order solemnly.
Although he was no longer the Warmaster, Horus felt excellent right now. With his Father right beside him, could anything make him feel more refreshed?
"As for you two..." Guilliman turned his head to look at the two brothers from the local Galaxy.
"I am not very familiar with you two. You can refer to my grand strategy, then formulate your own operational plans and exercise initiative."
At this moment, it was difficult for Guilliman to offer specific advice tailored to Lorgar and Angron, so he naturally had to leave the matter for them to consider themselves.
"No problem! We will study your operational plan thoroughly and assist you from the side. Please rest assured, we will also report any plans we make to you in advance."
Lorgar accepted Guilliman's instructions.
After completing the entire series of arrangements, Guilliman spoke one last sentence.
"Brothers, I am honored to fight alongside you once more..."
The Imperium of Man's army, led by Zeke and The Emperor, was on the move.
The Primarchs' fleets, the Astra Militarum, and the Imperial Navy would deploy to various defensive line areas according to Guilliman's plan.
The Imperium of Man's army began a massive mobilization, with a huge number of transport ships being transferred from The Great Wall region.
These most advanced transport ships in the human legions could rapidly deploy human forces to the front lines.
Although Guilliman had prepared to intercept Fallen Guilliman.
In reality, troop deployment also takes time.
For this, Guilliman had to abandon a portion of the Imperial Worlds.
Approximately 3,197 colonial worlds of the Imperium of Man were abandoned by Guilliman.
These had to be abandoned; fleet deployment simply couldn't reach them and block the enemy's massive army before Chaos Guilliman dealt with these worlds.
Forcibly deploying troops to these more than 3,000 worlds would only increase the losses for the Imperium of Man's army. Guilliman was unwilling to engage in such a losing business.
There was no sacrifice too great to accept.
This Imperium, the glory of this Imperium, was itself built upon sacrifice.
When the loyalist faction's massive fleets began to mobilize, the Four Chaos Gods in the Warp also witnessed such an enormous troop movement.
That's the good thing about the Warp.
The Four Gods of the Warp in the Immaterium could easily observe the situation in Realspace.
Although The Emperor and Zeke had already moved to intercept, their main focus was on the stargate, preventing others from discovering the stargate passage there.
It was not so easy to completely conceal the movement of the Imperium of Man's army across the entire galaxy.
Moreover, there was also the obstruction of the Warp Storm.
When the legions of the Imperium of Man began their mobilization, the Four Chaos Gods swiftly relayed this information to Guilliman, who was currently waging war across Realspace.
And the one who once again delivered the message to Guilliman was Kairos, the renowned Greater Daemon of the Lord of Change.
Kairos stood respectfully to Guilliman's left, not even daring to look up at the direction of the camera. His two bird heads, which should have been looking left and right, now only dared to stare at his own feet.
"Hmm, I understand," a cool, indifferent voice emanated from Guilliman's mouth.
"Your deity wishes to cooperate with me, so let him send a daemon army to test the combat effectiveness of the legions emerging from the Word Bearers' home world."
As Guilliman's plan steadily progressed, the aura around him grew increasingly powerful, and now this powerful aura had to be borne by Kairos alone.
Guilliman had barely uttered his second sentence when Kairos couldn't help but fall to his knees.
"Yes, great Original Annihilator, I will convey your will back."
"My god will surely dispatch a great army that meets your standards to test the combat power of this abnormally appearing army of the Imperium of Man."
Kairos quickly bowed in response, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
"You may leave." Original Annihilator Guilliman waved his hand.
Kairos, as if granted a great pardon, swiftly transformed into a wisp of distorted spiritual light and vanished.
Silence returned to the throne room.
"Lorgar, where exactly did you get these troops from?"
"I admit I underestimated you a little. I didn't expect your management to be so good. This makes it interesting. If I just steamrolled the entire galaxy by myself, it would truly be a bit boring."
Guilliman muttered to himself, feeling a hint of pleasant surprise at the appearance of an opponent.
Who could be a match for a master of operations?
How many Space Marines does Guilliman currently command?
They are uncountable. By continuously sacrificing Imperial Worlds and sacrificing the entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, the number of Space Marines in Guilliman's hands has now exceeded 9 million!
Although these were all Chaos Space Marines, very different from normal Space Marines, in terms of combat power, over 4 million of these 9 million were low-spec versions.
But a Space Marine is a Space Marine. Even a low-spec Space Marine, combined with an endless daemon army, could still threaten properly organized, powerful Space Marine combat squads.
More than 100,000 Daemon Worlds served as his continuous logistical supply, and the daemons on them were not just the daemons of the Chaos Gods.
His own daemons, Guilliman's daemons, had already appeared... As for the troops on Terra, they were no great challenge to Guilliman.
The only decent force was his father's Custodes, but what good were the Custodes?
His Chaos Ultramarines Honor Guard, who had already ascended to daemonhood, were not without their advantages!
Guilliman was not Horus. Guilliman spread his net wide, aggressively eroding the Imperium of Man's original colonies along the way and turning those colonial planets into his rear areas and supply bases.
Coupled with the benefit of Chaos becoming his ally, Guilliman's speed of troop generation was incomparable to that of the people of the Imperium of Man.
As time went on, the gap between the Imperium of Man and Guilliman would grow larger and larger.
The appearance of the Imperium of Man's army at this time did not cause Guilliman the slightest fear; instead, it only filled him with excitement.
The Original Annihilator looked at his star chart, which showed the movements of a portion of the loyalist faction's forces. Relying solely on these partial troop movements, he had already figured out the enemy's intentions.
"Do you want to establish a defensive line in the central galaxy to block my full-scale assault?"
"I look forward to it, Lorgar. I look forward to seeing your performance. However, those worlds you abandoned, I will gladly accept."
"Abandonment means... they have become ownerless lands, becoming... sustenance that can be freely drawn upon."
"Let me see, my brother, what capabilities you truly possess."
Original Annihilator Guilliman lightly traced a line on the star chart.
Under his great hand, the Ultramarines' army began to move in the direction he had marked on the star chart, and vast swathes of Imperial Worlds once again fell.
The rebel fleet was almost invincible. Four months later, all the worlds Guilliman had marked had fallen into the hands of the Ultramarines.
Over 3,000 worlds became the best logistical supply stations for the Ultramarines.
However, with the passage of four months, the defensive lines of the Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors had also been completed, and a solid defensive line had been established in the central galaxy.
After the initial mutual delineation, the real battle was about to begin in earnest.
Although both sides had resolved to engage each other, the necessary probing was still required.
The Original Annihilator dispatched his most ferocious warriors.
Rogal Dorn of the Imperial Fists led the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists to launch an attack on the iron defenses laid down by the loyalist faction's Guilliman.
Guilliman's defensive line was designed by Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, who was most skilled in defensive warfare, and Perturabo, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors.
One was best at defensive combat, the other best at siege warfare. The defensive line they established together was incredibly strong.
To effectively counter the Original Annihilator Guilliman's assault, they utilized a vast amount of black technology, forging stars and asteroid belts into the first line of defense.
Sixty-eight local stars were forcibly moved and cast into an energy supply unit.
With the gravity traction ropes provided by Zeke, these stars became the best defensive line for the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists soldiers.
However, this series of equipment had a central control planet. In the first round of the stellar defense circle, the Imperial Fortress World of Catur became the most important fortress for the Imperial Army.
It housed the central control equipment for this defensive line. If the central control equipment were destroyed,
the stellar defense line would collide with each other, ultimately self-detonating to form supernovae.
While this would also be world-destroying power, for the rebel army, it was better than the Imperium of Man's forces directly relying on the energy provided by the stars to launch their attacks and defenses.
"Warmaster, the enemy has launched an assault on our stellar defense line. The legion they dispatched is the Imperial Fists, known for their madness and disorganized charges."
"Their Primarch Rogal Dorn is a…"
At this point, the Emissary of Golden Words Lorgar paused, unsure how to describe his brother. He couldn't just speak ill of him directly.
"Speak, Lorgar, don't hesitate. You must clearly tell us the enemy's intelligence, or it will not be good for the battle."
Guilliman, who had heard half of it, urged Lorgar to describe the character of the rebellious Rogal Dorn on the other side.
Similarly, Rogal Dorn, who was also preparing to command alongside Guilliman, pricked up his ears, ready to hear what his parallel counterpart was like.
"Roughly…" Lorgar thought for a moment and organized his words, "To give an example, he's probably like that Angron you mentioned before…"
"Except Dorn didn't intend for the Butcher's Nails; it's just his inherent nature."
"...I will personally kill him," Rogal Dorn declared before turning and leaving.
Even though it wasn't about himself, Rogal Dorn still felt genuinely humiliated.
Angron became so insane because he had the Butcher's Nails in his head, but what was up with the Rogal Dorn in that galaxy?
Without even the Butcher's Nails, he could become like Angron. Wasn't that an insult to him? How could he face his brothers after this?
"This, shouldn't we try to persuade Dorn?"
The Emissary of Golden Words Lorgar looked at Rogal Dorn's retreating back and asked Guilliman beside him with some concern.
"No need, trust Dorn. Besides, isn't Perturabo following him?"
The first defensive line was composed of Space Marines from the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists. The Imperial Fists were preparing to launch an offensive, and the Iron Warriors would naturally fight alongside them.
Perturabo and Rogal Dorn, these two brothers, could be quite stubborn, but under Zeke's mediation, they had come to understand each other's intentions.
Now, seeing his brother preparing to take the initiative, Perturabo naturally wouldn't let Rogal Dorn fight alone; instead, he accompanied him.
"Two legions against one legion, and that legion is one you said was similar to the old Devourers. I believe the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists can completely deal with them."
"But ultimately, courtesy demands reciprocity. I don't think we should just passively take a beating, Loki, are you willing to take the initiative?"
Guilliman expressed trust and confidence in the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists taking the initiative to attack. However, even with them doing so, Guilliman still felt it was somewhat unacceptable and not satisfying enough.
There's no reason to always be on the defensive. If you're going to fight, you should take the initiative and give the other side a good beating. Guilliman turned his head and looked solemnly at the Emissary of Golden Words Lorgar.
"Lorgar, are you willing to attack the enemy with the Devourers Legion to test that Guilliman's combat power and destroy a few of his Daemon Worlds?"
"Magnus's Thousand Sons Legion and Corax's Raven Guard Legion will advance with you. Gathering the strength of four legions, how about we test the enemy's troop situation?"
"To sit and await death is never a good strategy. Only by taking the initiative can we seize the upper hand." The Emissary of Golden Words Lorgar nodded calmly, "I agree with this plan."
"I've long wanted to act against these traitors, but we had just deployed our defenses, so it wasn't time yet. But now is perfect!"
For Lorgar, being able to act against the enemy was also an excellent thing.
He had been staying with Guilliman, deploying defenses, which was a kind of torment for Lorgar. He had long wanted to act against the traitors.
Especially against the Ultramarines of the Original Annihilator Guilliman.
"Then go. Your fleet is ready."
Guilliman opened the star map and pointed out 26 planets to the Emissary of Golden Words Lorgar.
"These are your targets. Deal with them using orbital bombardment. If orbital bombardment cannot quickly eliminate the enemy, and decisive weapons like cyclonic torpedoes cannot be used, then we will have to resort to ground assault."
Looking at the 26 planets Guilliman pointed out, Lorgar clearly understood their significance. These 26 planets were the most fully converted Daemon Worlds. Destroying them could effectively curb the combat power of Warp Daemons in Realspace.
"Understood!"
"I will do my best to destroy these 26 planets to ensure we gain some advantage in the battle!"
One unit after another began to mobilize.
Leveraging the advantage of their warships being far superior to the enemy's, Guilliman's legion fleet went all out, proactively seeking to gain the upper hand.
In warfare, the goal is to keep the enemy on the move, never letting the battle devolve into the static, entrenched warfare that the Imperial Army excels at.
If they fought that way, while the Imperium of Man had the logistical support of four galaxies, the enemy didn't need logistics at all. A war of attrition was not what the Imperium of Man wanted to fight at this time.
Fighting a war of attrition against Chaos would be a pure loss.
When the Imperium of Man's forces launched their offensive, Original Annihilator Guilliman also received battle reports from various front lines.
But what were these strange battle reports he was receiving?
"You're saying that Imperial Fists Space Marines are attacking Imperial Fists Space Marines, and the enemy we face on our front line is a defensive perimeter composed of Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists Space Marines?"
When Guilliman received the battle reports from the front, even a master strategist like him was dumbfounded.
The Imperial Fists were on the same rebel faction as him, they were the troops of his good brother, Rogal Dorn.
Now he had dispatched Imperial Fists troops to attack the loyalist faction's defenses, only to run into an Imperial Fists Legion and an Iron Warriors Legion?
He knew about the Iron Warriors Legion; the Iron Warriors Legion was the defensive legion of Terra, responsible for the defense of Segmentum Solar. It was understandable to encounter Iron Warriors on the defensive line.
But what did it mean to encounter Imperial Fists Space Marines on the defensive line?
"Contact Rogal Dorn for me, tell him to come to my glory of macragge. I need to ask him some questions."
Original Annihilator Guilliman didn't know what this strange situation was, and he needed to properly contact his brother to understand the situation.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Ultramarines carried out their genetic father's command, and a communication was sent to Rogal Dorn, the Legion Master of the Imperial Fists Space Marine Legion.
Seeing that it was a message from his brother, Dorn didn't continue his frenzied slaughter of enemies; instead, he put away the communication.
"I will go see him, but only after I've vented some of my anger."
Dorn's gaze turned to the front, where Imperial Fists Space Marines had already boarded Imperial Fists Space Marines.
On one side, they advanced in formation, boarding shields and Bolters cooperating in an orderly push; on the other, they charged madly like World Eaters.
Two distinctly different Imperial Fists Space Marines were displayed in the eyes of Chaos Rogal Dorn.
The Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors Space Marines coordinated their advance, complementing each other, a scene that greatly puzzled Rogal Dorn.
He roared in fury, raised the power armour on his hand, and charged fiercely into the battlefield. With a single punch from a Primarch, four Imperial Fists Space Marines were sent flying.
"Enemy here! Open fire, open fire!"
Attacked by a Primarch-level entity, the Imperial Fists Space Marines immediately reacted, forming ranks and preparing to unleash their firepower on Rogal Dorn.
"No, why does he look so much like a Primarch?"
In that brief moment of hesitation, the already somewhat maddened Rogal Dorn had charged into the midst of the Imperial Fists Space Marines.
The power armour unleashed its might again.
With another punch, six Imperial Fists Space Marines were sent flying.
"Why is this happening? We've encountered a suspected Primarch, and he's attacking us, he's attacking us! Repeat, he looks exactly like the Legion Master and our father."
The Imperial Fists Space Marines, looking at the genetic father attacking them, immediately recognized who he was.
They still recognized their own father.
"Observe the opponent's appearance. Since he has attacked us, it means he is the father who has fallen to Chaos. Let's rescue him by killing him!"
A new order was transmitted through the communicator!
Kill it!
"His existence desecrates our father. He is a rebel Primarch. Kill him, lest our father's glory be shamed!"
Dorn's sons were like unyielding rocks, but their reverence for Dorn, like that of other Space Marines, was inviolable.
The Chaos Rogal Dorn from Original Annihilator Guilliman's faction was undoubtedly a blasphemer in the eyes of the Imperial Fists Space Marines.
"For Dorn! For the Emperor!"
The Imperial Fists warriors roared. Facing this enemy, who shared their genetic father's appearance but radiated madness and Chaos, they did not retreat. Instead, their fighting spirit was ignited even more fiercely.
The roar of Bolters and the snarl of Chainswords echoed across the battlefield. The loyal warriors formed tight formations, fearlessly launching a counter-charge against the fallen Primarch!
The largest boarding shield was wielded by two Space Marines, who fiercely rammed into Rogal Dorn.
Although the Primarch immediately punched the boarding shield away, this still diverted some of Chaos Rogal Dorn's attention.
More boarding shields slammed into Rogal Dorn, restricting him.
The invincible Primarch-level combat power seemed to be restricted by the power of discipline at this moment, but how could a Primarch be so easily dealt with?
Four boarding shields had already restrained Rogal Dorn, but the Chaos Rogal Dorn within them remained fearless.
"Interesting, but not enough. You are still too weak."
Chaos Rogal Dorn spread his arms... then forcefully pushed outwards, sending the Imperial Fists soldiers who had surrounded him flying.
Eight Imperial Fists soldiers crashed heavily against the warship's wall, falling silent.
However, how could Imperial Fists warriors be intimidated by such a blow? With their strict discipline and unwavering will, they were not so easily defeated.
The fall of eight Space Marines not only failed to make the other Space Marines retreat, but instead ignited their fury.
The Imperial Fists Space Marines also joined the battle at this time, and more large boarding shields once again restrained Rogal Dorn.
The appearance of the Custodes further heightened the atmosphere here, as a golden-armored warrior appeared before the Imperial Fists warriors.
Custodes!
For every 1000 Space Marines, there would be one Custodes, responsible for coordinating and commanding them in battle.
Every Custodes was an all-around warrior, and their powerful combat strength far surpassed that of ordinary Space Marines. The Emperor and Zeke had made the same decision: they deployed Custodes units into ordinary Space Marine Legions.
The appearance of the golden-armored warrior made the Imperial Fists Space Marines charge even more frantically towards Rogal Dorn's position.
Even the mad Chaos Rogal Dorn, facing the continuous attacks from a large number of Imperial Fists soldiers and Bolter rounds constantly hitting his power armour, felt an unprecedented exhilaration.
"Satisfying! This is true combat! Come on, let the battle be even more intense!"
Several Warp portals appeared around Chaos Rogal Dorn, and then large numbers of Bloodletters and other Daemons materialized inside the warship, attacking the Imperial Fists Space Marines who were besieging Chaos Rogal Dorn.
Chaos Daemons joined the battle...
The appearance of the Bloodletters and other Daemons caused the surrounding Imperial Fists soldiers to pause.
They could confirm that the Primarch opposite them was definitely the Chaos Rogal Dorn indicated in the intelligence they had received.
At this moment, the Space Marines of the Imperial Fists looked at the face that resembled their own Gene-Sire, feeling neither awe nor reverence.
All they felt was scorn. Their Gene-Sire had not fallen to Khorne even after ten thousand years of torment, remaining firm as a rock. But what about Chaos Rogal Dorn now?
He was a coward! He not only betrayed the Imperium but also compromised with Khorne?
What kind of blasphemy was this?
Under such provocation, the Imperial Fists warriors grew even stronger in combat. They immediately engaged the Chaos Daemons, such as the Phantasm Daemons, while the Custodes headed toward Rogal Dorn.
The Guardian Spear slashed down fiercely, but Rogal Dorn blocked the Custodes' attack with the Power Gauntlet in his hand.
"Custodes? My Father, has he gone senile? How could he send out things like you?"
The appearance of the Custodes puzzled Rogal Dorn.
"My Father, has he truly become a coward? Is he really going to hand over The Galaxy, which we conquered for him, to those mortals who are unworthy of ruling it?"
"You are right. Even Horus, the former leader of the Primarchs, lowered himself to become a mere diplomat, engaging in diplomatic negotiations with a group of Xenos."
"My Father is old. I will surely seize the spirit of the Imperium for Guilliman and hand it over to those who can lead this Imperium to continue its development."
The appearance of the Custodes made Dorn even angrier. In his view, the Custodes appearing, especially alongside these Imperial Fists soldiers, signified the Emperor's denial of him.
Having already harbored resentment toward the Emperor, and having been misled by Guilliman, he became even more enraged.
However, this series of words, falling upon the ears of the Imperial Fists Space Marines and the Custodes, was nothing but nonsense.
What gibberish is he spouting?
Take this spear, old man!
The furious Custodes fiercely swung the Guardian Spear in his hand. Facing the Custodes' attack, even a mighty Primarch had to treat it seriously.
Dorn produced a Massive Shield from somewhere and fiercely blocked the Custodes' attack. Immediately afterward, the powerful Power Gauntlet smashed against the Custodes' armor.
Without any unnecessary flair, even the mighty Emperor's Custodes was no match for a Primarch's attack.
The angrier Dorn became, the stronger his combat power grew. The appearance of the Custodes brought his rage to its peak.
The terrifying attack sent the Custodes flying, incidentally hitting several Bloodletters, as well as several Imperial Fists Space Marines.
"Weakness. Whether it's ordinary citizens or you, you are all equally weak. I will never allow the Imperium to continue down the wrong path; I will save it."
"Only humans who can survive the Daemon Conversion are qualified to continue developing this human civilization, and all weak existences will completely vanish in the Daemon Conversion Ritual."
Various influences, his past experiences, and Guilliman's manipulation led Dorn to form an idea.
Of course, he loved humanity, but his love was different from what ordinary people imagined.
In his eyes, humanity needed guidance; they needed strong individuals to lead them, and only the strong could survive.
Since Chaos was inevitable, he and Guilliman would screen the masses of the Imperium of Man's citizens for those who could still survive within a converted Daemon World.
Only those people would remain qualified to survive and become glorious Imperial Fists warriors.
Although most personnel had almost no chance of surviving such a conversion, given a large enough base number, some people could still survive.
After long periods of fighting, the number of Imperial Fists warriors had not decreased; in fact, Dorn currently commanded an Imperial Fists force of 800,000.
Of course, continuing to call them Imperial Fists Space Marines might not be appropriate. Instead of calling them the Imperial Fists, firm as rock, it would be better to call them the Fists of Wrath.
After Rogal Dorn punched the Custodes away, the Fists of Wrath Space Marines approached their Primarch, accompanied by a large number of Khorne Daemons.
The Custodes was not completely killed by the Primarch's blow. He stood up resolutely, and behind him were the rock-solid Imperial Fists Space Marines, who formed a tight defensive line, pointing their Bolters at the enemy once more.
"Kill them! I am going to meet my brother now!"
Chaos Rogal Dorn issued his command, then turned and left.
The Fallen Imperial Fists Space Marines and the true Imperial Fists Space Marines clashed. There was even a Captain-level Imperial Fists Space Marine who engaged the mighty Custodes.
It was impossible to statistically determine how many people had to be selected for these Imperial Fists warriors. After undergoing Space Marine augmentation surgery and Chaos Daemon Ascension Surgery, those among them at the Captain level were even capable of contending with the Custodes.
Dorn stopped paying attention to the battle situation here. He turned and left, boarding his small warship, preparing to search for Guilliman.
The moment he left, he saw the object he had been longing for.
The enormous Phalanx appeared in his line of sight... The Phalanx... The Phalanx represented not only the Imperial Fists' flagship but, more importantly, Rogal Dorn's honor and his childhood.
It was too late when the Emperor of this Galaxy found Rogal Dorn. Under the attack of the Greenskins, the Phalanx had been completely destroyed, which became a major reason for Rogal Dorn's fall.
If only the Emperor had found Rogal Dorn a few decades earlier, he would still have become the rock-solid Master of the Imperial Fists Legion.
This was enough to show how much the loss of the Imperial Fists' Phalanx affected Rogal Dorn, and now he saw the Phalanx again.
Even Rogal Dorn, who had already fallen to Chaos, was silenced by the appearance of the Phalanx.
"Continue sailing! We are going to find Guilliman. After I finish speaking with him, I will personally seize that warship!"
After a moment of silence, Rogal Dorn made his decision internally.
The Phalanx—his Phalanx—had already vanished.
Although he didn't know where this warship came from, nor how the Orator of the Word Lorgar managed it.
But since he saw it, he was going to take it by force.
"Dorn, you've arrived." Original Annihilator Guilliman saw his brother's arrival and pushed a chair over with his powerful psychic strength.
The Original Annihilator was still good to his brother.
He was not Horus during the Great Heresy; what he wanted was to take over his father's empire and not become a puppet of the Chaos Gods.
Original Annihilator Guilliman, the Dark King, was born to be on equal footing with the Chaos Gods, or even above them.
Therefore, even if his brothers were gods or demons, they could only become demons under him; they absolutely could not be snatched away by those idiots, the Chaos Gods. His brothers should be his subordinates.
After Rogal Dorn walked in, Guilliman extended his finger and directly extinguished all the aura of Khorne on Dorn's body.
"My brother, please tell me, at the Istvaan V landing site, did you deal with those who refused to obey our orders? I saw your Imperial Fists soldiers appearing opposite us."
After ensuring that the aura of Khorne had been dealt with, Guilliman then questioned his brother.
Speaking of which, Dorn became interested.
"My brother, I assure you, I have dealt with all those bastards in my legion, but this time I also came to talk to you about this issue."
"Just now, a group of Imperial Fists Space Marines landed on my battleship. Their fighting style and situation are completely different from my legion. I'm afraid we have encountered some strange enemies."
"Or all of this is a conspiracy by the father who betrayed us.
He collected the gene-seed of each of our legions and then replicated each of our legions. He wants others to replace us!!"
When Rogal Dorn said this, he became frenzied again.
He didn't trust, he no longer believed his father.
This possibility was not non-existent, and Guilliman also began his contemplation upon hearing this.
His ambitious father betrayed them, betrayed everyone.
Now he even created Space Marines identical to their respective legions. This was nothing short of betrayal!
Just as the two were talking, Vulkan, the Lord of the Black Dragons, also walked into the room where Guilliman and Dorn were conversing.
"Guilliman, I encountered your Ultramarines, and your Ultramarines are attacking my legion!"
This was a full-scale war, and Guilliman would naturally command his Ultramarines to join the battle, which naturally led to conflicts between his Ultramarines and these rebellious Primarch Legions.
Guilliman, the Original Annihilator Dark King of the Empire, heard this and became more certain about the guess in his heart that this galaxy had betrayed the Empire.
"Father, he betrayed us, just as I told you all, he betrayed us."
"He doesn't even trust us now!"
"And now, all the Space Marines you've encountered who share our origin are the best answer.
He doesn't trust us, he collected our gene sequences, he even created legion after legion, preparing to replace us, he had a premeditated plan!"
Guilliman attributed all of this to the Emperor's premeditation; otherwise, what reason could explain why the Emperor was able to quickly assemble a Primarch Legion of comparable scale to theirs?
Could such a well-trained army have appeared only after he knew about his rebellion?
This is impossible!
Guilliman could guarantee that he had never thought about his rebellion before it happened.
Why would the Emperor do this?
It could only be that he had prepared it from the very beginning.
He not only betrayed them but also deceived them from the start. The Emperor simply did not trust his sons; everything he said was false.
Guilliman had personally scattered the souls of his adoptive parents, who died by his hand, and now he had become even more insane.
Just as the Primarchs were discussing, at the front line battlefield, the Ultramarines squad was steadily advancing.
Ultramarines are the most versatile Space Marines; they have no particular strengths, but similarly, they have no weaknesses.
Advancing as a standalone army, the Ultramarines will fight for the Empire, and no one can stop them.
There were a few Ultramarines on the opposite side, but seeing those who were also Ultramarines but were now supporting the Chaos army, both sides' eyes revealed absolute fury.
"Traitors!"
"Traitors!"
Both sides almost simultaneously uttered these words. In the eyes of the Ultramarines on both sides, they were both traitors to each other.
The Ultramarines on one side betrayed the Empire, abandoned their faith, and even raised their butcher's knives, slaughtering their way into the Empire's worlds, destroying the Ultramar 500 Worlds they protected.
While in the eyes of the Ultramarines on the other side, the Ultramarines opposite them were even greater traitors. They abandoned their Primarch, stood on the side of the False Emperor, and fought for that False Emperor, who had decided to abandon them.
They were following their Primarch, fighting for the future of the Space Marines, while those Space Marines on the opposite side raised their butcher's knives and wielded their weapons against them, the pioneers.
When the Ultramarines clashed, neither side had many words; they chose to answer with their power sword, Chainsword, and Bolter.
The roar of artillery shells echoed across the battlefield. Ultimately, the Ultramarines on Zeke's side were stronger, as with the blessing of Terran Dominion technology, the Space Marines' weapons were no longer what they once were.
The loyalist faction's Ultramarines' Bolter could easily obliterate their opponents, while the opponents' Bolter had no effect when fired at the loyalist faction.
Blue shields blocked the enemy's attacks, and power armour made of armor also provided the Space Marines with immense strength.
However, how could the traitorous Ultramarines be so easily dealt with? The power of the Four Chaos Gods, the power of the Dark King, blessed them. Even if their bodies were blown apart by a Bolter shot, they would regenerate in the next second.
For both sides, the Ultramarines on the opposite side were difficult to contend with. They were both locked in bitter combat; one side found it hard to completely kill the opponent, while the other side's weapons couldn't penetrate the defense.
But no Space Marine would retreat. They were resolute, and their will was formidable.
Every Space Marine believed that what they believed in was correct, and everything they did was for their inner faith!
"Kill these traitors!!!"