The Changeling, wielding a technological weapon from humanity's Golden Age, fired an incredibly bizarre beam that struck the complex and profound seal.
The moment the light made contact, both the seal and the wall were erased.
In a true conceptual sense, from the perspective of the timeline, they were utterly wiped out.
This profound seal was incredibly complex, requiring a very deep understanding of the warp to be etched.
Only through such brutal and violent means could it be destroyed in a short time.
Seeing the wall and the seal vanish together, the Changeling smiled.
This was the result it wanted.
The awakened horror would devour Guilliman and the Dark Angels, and the Space Marines, driven mad, would sweep across the Imperium.
Destiny danced, and no one could remain aloof.
The moment the seal was broken, a thunderous roar resounded.
A terrifying aura permeated the air, causing intense dread.
The entire Rock shook violently, and an unprecedented warp storm suddenly erupted in the warp, reaching a horrifying intensity that instantly tore through the barrier between reality and the ethereal.
Much like the great battle between the Lion and Luther ten thousand years ago.
"The threads of fate are endlessly intertwined, everything has an end and a return. What has passed shall also return. The final curtain has been drawn, and the heroes return, destined to decide the future king."
The Changeling hummed a tune prophesying the future.
Then, it ripped open a spatial rift and vanished into the temporal fissure.
The Dark Angels squad, realizing the danger, rushed to the scene, but it was too late.
The seal had been broken, and only the corpses of their allies, the Deathwatch, remained on the ground.
A black hole radiating a terrifying aura appeared where the seal had been, emitting an indescribably horrifying presence.
The evil entity that had long since vanished had returned, causing shivers and fear.
They attempted to shoot and drop bombs, but they were all mercilessly swallowed by the black hole, creating no disturbance.
Suddenly, several dark tentacles extended from the black hole, writhing madly, attempting to ensnare the numerous Dark Angels and drag them into the black hole.
No matter how those warriors shot or swung their power swords, it was futile.
They were ensnared by the dark tentacles, unable to move.
Even more terrifying, the tentacles drained their life force, leaving them powerless to resist the awakened horror.
The squad carried away the few Deathwatch members whose lives had not yet been extinguished and retreated from the area.
They were powerless to stop the ancient entity that had been released.
As the seal was broken, chaos also spread everywhere.
Thanks to the efforts of the numerous tech-engineers on the Rock, the virus-code was cleared, and the Dark Angels regained control of the Rock.
Upon receiving Dagonet's report, Ezekiel chose to shut down the defensive system and established contact with the expeditionary fleet led by Calgar.
This averted a terrible civil war that could have shaken the Imperium.
However, the true crisis had only just arrived.
Everything before was merely a feint by the enemy; their ultimate goal was to release the ancient entity that had been sealed for countless ages.
A black hole, spanning the real universe and the ethereal warp, appeared in the void, like a gaping maw attempting to devour everything.
Nothing could resist its Devour.
Even if human ships fled into the warp, they would be devoured by the black hole.
Any aetheric energy or profound magic was useless.
All laws had become invalid before the black hole.
The Imperial forces within the black hole's distortion range were plunged into absolute despair.
With the appearance of the black hole, the Rock and the expeditionary fleet led by Calgar also fell into the crisis of daemonic invasion.
Those mad monsters returned alongside the ancient entity.
They let out piercing shrieks in the warp and the real universe, announcing their return from their long wait.
Ezekiel, the Chief Librarian of the Dark Angels, let out a piercing scream.
Countless whispers filled his mind, causing him immense pain.
"Source and End, everything returns to fate."
"We once departed, now we have returned."
"Past, present, future, the triple path shall become one."
"At the final hour, all beings shall witness."
The whispers continued without pause, the terrifying whispers causing Ezekiel to fall to his knees in agony.
As the strongest psyker currently on the Rock, he endured a horrifying power that ordinary people could not imagine.
Countless visions appeared in his mind.
The universe was born, everything bathed in dazzling light.
Then darkness encroached, the light receded, and only then did countless lives emerge in the universe.
Ages passed, the universe evolved, and countless civilizations and races rose and fell during this time.
Miraculous structures, hailed as immortal, were also swallowed by the river of time.
Stars were born, shining brightly, only to reach their end after decline.
In an instant, Ezekiel seemed to witness the universe's billions of years of vicissitudes.
Over such a long period, even gods would develop from insignificance to their peak, then descend into decay and demise.
Everything would decay, even death itself would become unrecognizable with the passage of time.
Only fate itself remained utterly unchanged.
Ezekiel knelt on the ground in pain, utterly unable to stand.
The terrifying creature, merely by awakening and returning from the seal, had already brought him unimaginable pressure.
Ezekiel struggled to build his psyker barrier, attempting to break free from the entity's oppression.
After a moment, he slowly rose, swallowed the blood rising in his throat, picked up his staff, and rushed out of the strategy room.
Running outside, he saw the Rock being invaded by countless daemons.
This was an unimaginably terrifying attack.
A horrifying catastrophe that could determine the life and death of the Dark Angels.
Shadows moved throughout the Rock.
The darkness gathered at the edges of the firelight rolled like a tide, devouring everything, even light struggled to escape.
The spreading shadows emitted eerie whispers and roars, sounds that whistled like wind passing through a skull's eye sockets.
The darkness flowed incessantly, its unified form seething without pause.
It passed through thick bulkheads, seeping through the gaps in metal doors into the heavily guarded rooms, devouring the bewildered and ignorant mortals.
Strange shadowy forms crawled across the ceiling, making eerie noises, and baring terrifying fangs at the unsuspecting soldiers, instantly overwhelming them, tearing apart their flesh and blood, and chewing on their terrified souls.
Dense shadowy creatures formed in the corridors, transforming into ravenous monsters that lunged at the panicked soldiers.
After the Great Rift appeared, the Dark Angels had successively dispatched a large number of warriors to support various battlefields.
Only about four hundred Dark Angels warriors remained on the Rock, along with fifty thousand mortal regular auxiliary troops.
Ezekiel ordered all the servants to take up arms, fight for their vows, and prevent the daemonic invasion.
Twenty veteran soldiers in heavy armor quickly gathered around Ezekiel.
They formed a strong formation centered around him.
Meanwhile, the abominable monsters, solidified from shadow, roared and lunged at Ezekiel, attempting to kill the highest authority figure controlling the Rock and dismantle the resistance of the human forces in the fortress.
The veterans, however, faced death fearlessly, telling the daemons with powerful counterattacks that they would absolutely not succeed.
When the monsters made of shadow and blood appeared within detection range, the target displays of many veterans lit up red.
With the help of the detection radar, they raised their bolters and began firing into the darkness.
The bolter fire, forming a net, shredded the ghostly bodies into paste, leaving shattered remains everywhere.
The many veterans advanced over the severed limbs of daemons, gathering other units.
However, the daemons were endless, and as the darkness flowed, countless twisted daemons surged towards the group one after another.
They wanted to devour human souls and flesh, filling the hunger that had been sealed for endless ages.
Battle raged everywhere.
A brave officer aimed his gun at a large, gaping maw, a canine monster made of blood and smoke.
The outpouring plasma rounds tore apart its body, and the scattered bloody remains emitted a charred stench.
But the next second, a monster covered in iron spikes and eyes, like a hedgehog, used its spikes to tear apart the officer's flesh and blood.
Some timid mortals let out terrified screams, while some brave mortals used their flesh and blood bodies and weapons to build lines of defense against the daemons.
The sounds of slaughter were incessant, and chaos erupted everywhere.
Ezekiel channeled his psyker power, unleashing several bolts of lightning that, combined with his comrades, swept away the enemies in front, allowing them to continue their advance.
However, the daemons were endless, and they were rapidly overwhelming the Rock.
Ezekiel gave his utmost, but still struggled to resist the endless daemons.
The Rock was in critical danger, about to be completely swallowed by the daemon tide.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the 'Victorious Laurel', where Calgar was located, also fell into crisis.
"Vox-caster offline."
"Long-range communication offline."
"Ship target lock offline."
Alarms and shouts cut into the 'Victorious Laurel's' communication channel.
Throughout the entire expeditionary fleet's communication channels, it was all such messages.
Supernatural forces affected them, and also affected the normal operation of mechanical devices.
Calgar had just brought Dagonet, who was ordered to establish contact with him, onto the warship when this terrible change suddenly occurred.
Darkness and blood mist permeating the cold universe surged into the warship, solidifying into abominable entities, and fierce battles erupted with the crew.
Through some equipment, it was possible to see a giant serpent, tail in mouth, appearing in the black hole in the universe.
That was the source of all disaster.
Such a bizarre form represented that destiny would inevitably form a closed loop in a way that mortals could not understand.
"Maintain order," Calgar issued the command. "Free fire protocol, clear and suppress daemons by any means necessary."
Calgar was decisive, but unfortunately, his orders were not fully carried out.
The ship descended into chaos.
Shouts and screams echoed continuously in the communications.
The ship's gravity system failed at one point, causing all the crew members to float.
Then it suddenly restored, causing several panicked crew members not to react in time.
Their skulls and spines were shattered in this sudden change.
"We have lost observational data, supernatural forces have paralyzed our detection radar and warp engines," a sensor operator shouted, blood flowing down her beautiful face.
Other crew members were also shouting, their weapon systems were paralyzed, electromagnetic interference prevented effective communication.
Calgar ordered the ship's blast doors to be opened.
He wanted to see how terrifying the black hole reported by others truly was.
Two honor guards operated the control panel at his command.
Accompanied by the thunderous sound of steel striking steel and the hum of mechanical pistons, the heavy metal plates covering the viewports were folded back.
A horrifying sight appeared before Calgar.
A colossal black hole appeared before his eyes, immense, like a giant mouth devouring the world.
Dimly, one could see a giant serpent, tail in mouth.
Dagonet, standing beside him, instantly turned pale. "The World Serpent of Fate, devouring all."
That was a myth from ancient Terra, which stated that a serpent, tail in mouth, would usher in Ragnarok, bringing final destruction.
Calgar's face was grim, he forced himself to shift his attention from the black hole, turning to focus on the situation within the ship.
Large numbers of daemons had invaded the ships of the expeditionary fleet.
Vast numbers of mortals were being slaughtered by the ravenous, unliving monsters, suffering heavy casualties.
Calgar roared and tore apart a monster that had emerged from the shadows and attempted to attack the bridge.
At this moment, the structure of reality distorted again.
A magnificent fleet appeared at the edge of the chaotic battlefield, it was the main fleet, arriving late, and it was directly under Guilliman's control, part of the expeditionary fleet.
As the abominable monster on the Rock revived, the warp storm was blown away by the terrifying power.
Guilliman also managed to emerge from the chaotic warp storm and enter the edge of the star system where the Rock was located.
Along with the Primarch came the Saint Celestine, who had foreseen the crisis, Inquisitor Grey, and Grand Master Vordrus of the Grey Knights, and other Imperial heroes.
They had all been blocked by the warp storm, lost in the warp just like the Primarch.
Now that the warp storm had been dispersed, they naturally found their way in the warp and successfully entered real space, arriving at the Dark Angels' stronghold, the Rock.
They all arrived together.
Right behind Guilliman.
However, they were not greeted by cheers and salutes, but by screams of despair.
"It seems our enemy has sent us a big gift package," Guilliman said, looking through the holographic window at the massive black hole and the chaos unfolding on the Rock and the Victory Laurels.
Guilliman did not hesitate; he immediately issued the order to purge the daemons.
The Grey Knights and Battle Sisters responded to the Primarch's command, gradually boarding friendly ships to expel the daemons.
Saint Celestine adopted a different approach.
Her ship was equipped with the only compatible beacon device.
Just as she had done on the planet Pharos in the past.
She used the mechanical device to amplify her holy light into a scorching shockwave and unleashed it.
This action caused her ship to erupt in an incredibly intense light.
Making it like a shining golden sun, forming two distinct camps with that black hole.
Countless daemons let out wailing screams, dissolving in the golden light, leaving only the whispered murmur of the air.
Many devout Sisters and Priests also sang the Emperor's hymns together, assisting Celestine in using the power of devout faith to expel the daemons.
The golden sun and the black hole each occupied one side, forming a rare confrontation.
After arranging the various tasks for expelling the daemons, Guilliman rose and headed for the teleportarium deck.
His Honor Guard, all clad in Iron Rider Terminator Power Armor, followed closely behind him.
The teleportarium deck was already prepared.
The Macragge's Glory had undergone a complete upgrade, and the teleportation device had also been modified.
The charging time was shorter, the teleportation distance was greater, and it was more accurate.
After confirming their weapons, ammunition, and armor systems, Guilliman and many members of the Honor Guard stepped onto the teleportarium deck.
He was preparing to use spatial teleportation to enter the Victory Laurels and rescue his loyal son, Calgar.
"Always having to save my son when nothing's wrong," Guilliman muttered to himself on the teleportarium deck.
Every time he had been reunited with Calgar, Calgar had been in dire straits.
When he awoke in the sanctuary, Calgar had been beaten to near death by the swarming traitors.
When intercepting the Behemoth tyranid fleet in the Ultramar system, Calgar had been beaten to near death by the tyranids.
And now, Calgar was probably also beaten to near death by the daemons.
It seemed he hadn't asked him to come to the Rock, so why was he here?
The key was that he arrived before him and became the object of daemonic torment.
Did Calgar have some strange setting similar to being 100% guaranteed to get into close combat??
Grumbling aside, he still had to be rescued.
After all, Calgar was one of Guilliman's most loyal followers.
He was his right-hand man.
He looked a bit weak right now.
But when he went to Terra.
Such a blindly loyal supporter like Calgar would be extremely important.
Accompanied by a dazzling flash of light, Guilliman and his Honor Guard appeared on the Victory Laurels.
Countless daemons shrieked and charged towards Guilliman and his group.
The veteran members of the Honor Guard immediately raised their bolters and formed a wall of fire, blocking the surging tide of daemons.
Guilliman also activated the The Emperor's Sword in his hand; golden flames rose, brilliant and bright, and with a casual swing, streams of fire flew out, engulfing the daemons and burning them to ashes.
Any daemon attempting to stop Guilliman was undoubtedly foolish.
Flanked by the Honor Guard, Guilliman strode across the battlefield, like an invincible monarch surveying his enemies.
Any daemon or darkness would be completely disintegrated before his arrival, leaving only piercing screams and wails.
Countless daemons instantly turned into pillars of fire, bright white flames burning fiercely on their bodies.
Aetheric flesh melted from their cursed bones.
Bright white flames erupted from the The Emperor's Sword, melting all evil.
Each time the Primarch's blade struck down, the surging flames would burst forth with even greater brilliance.
The members of the Honor Guard also roared, forming a formation to create an iron wall of defense for their lord.
No matter how powerful the attack, it was difficult to penetrate their defenses and harm the Primarch.
The cries of the daemons before their annihilation were so pale and powerless before their roars filled with terrifying battle intent.
Under the Primarch's command, they advanced steadily, and no enemy could stop this torrent, being scattered and fleeing in all directions.
Along the way, the surviving crew members all cheered for him.
The daemons who had wantonly slaughtered them considered themselves eternal beings, but in the face of the Primarch, they were so vulnerable, like ants that could be casually crushed.
They followed closely behind Guilliman's force, fighting to kill the daemons who had fortunately escaped the Primarch's hunt.
The soulless beings of the warp were no longer as arrogant as before, letting out screams filled with fear in front of the humans.
"Guilliman will prevail!" a high-ranking officer shouted.
Others also followed suit, shouting together.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and sincerity.
Upon learning of the Primarch's arrival, the communication network echoed with vows to regroup and curses of never compromising with the daemons.
Those attacked by the daemons seemed to have been infused with fearless courage.
The strong will they unleashed made even the daemons tremble.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
The crew and soldiers following Guilliman shouted in unison.
Guilliman's arrival represented hope, representing that humanity would inevitably achieve victory.
Everyone had formed a firm conviction.
As long as Guilliman appeared, no matter how dire the battle situation, it would shift towards a scenario where humanity would inevitably win.
Guilliman was hope in despair, the sun in the darkness.
Calgar was deeply surrounded by daemons.
Even if he activated the Heart of Guilliman, obtained the demi-god template of the Emperor's Angel secondary biological engine, and truly embarked on a path to demigodhood.
Yet, facing the endless tide of daemons, he still felt a sense of powerlessness.
The same was true for Dagonet, as a high-ranking member of the Dark Angels Chapter, his combat power was not to be underestimated, he was a top-tier space marine, and a renowned Imperial hero.
But in the face of the endless daemons, he felt like a praying mantis stretching out its arms to block an iron torrent.
After I don't know how many daemons I killed., he was suddenly knocked to the ground by a huge and hideous daemon.
Calgar activated his Iron Fists and smashed the daemon's head, barely managing to rescue him.
However, the daemonic tide grew fiercer, and they could only barely protect themselves, unable to break through at all.
Just as they were falling into despair, Guilliman appeared and with just one sword strike, caused the daemons in front of them to burn, turning into torches.
Dagonet stared in disbelief at the almost invincible Guilliman.
What kind of power was this?
Annihilating so many daemons with a single blow.
"Calgar, it seems your situation isn't very good," Guilliman said, walking up to the heavily panting Calgar, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Regent," Calgar knelt on one knee, offering the most profound respect to his lord, "I originally intended to seek your guidance on some strategic confusions, but I did not expect such an unforeseen development, for which I am very sorry."
Guilliman smiled, "This has nothing to do with you; our enemies are not to be underestimated, and their ability to weave conspiracies far exceeds our imagination."
Calgar felt relieved and let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
After comforting Calgar, Guilliman looked at the Dark Angel, Dagonet, who was also kneeling on one knee, and helped him up.
"This is wartime; there's no need for such formalities."
Dagonet looked at the Primarch's noble face and was speechless for a moment.
He saw a living myth.
The Primarchs, who had long been considered legendary stories, were once again walking among the stars.
Dagonet had seen this Primarch before; at that time, the other party was still sleeping in a stasis field within the Fortress of Hera on the planet Macragge.
The Ultramarines guarded his heavily wounded and near-death body.
Guilliman did not pay attention to Dagonet's shock.
He turned his head to look at the darkness that had not yet receded.
He pointed the flaming sword in his hand at the profound darkness.
"Annihilate the daemons!" Guilliman roared, his voice inspiring.
Others also responded, taking up their weapons and joining the battle at the Primarch's call.
Hearing Guilliman's voice, Dagonet could also feel a surge of power flowing into his body.
These resolute words seemed to give him infinite strength to face any threat.
Dagonet couldn't help but shout Guilliman's name along with the others and charged at the daemons.
After Guilliman joined the battlefield, the tide of victory had already shifted to the side of humanity.
The daemons were retreating steadily, their ranks in disarray.
In the void, Celestine transformed into a golden sun, sweeping away the darkness and blood mist in the void, and confronting the terrifying black hole, creating a balance that suppressed its process of devouring everything.
However, the Imperium had repelled the daemons within the expeditionary ships, achieving a phased victory.
The situation, however, remained grim.
The black hole prevented all warp travel.
And created a massive spatial vortex.
According to the calculations of the tech-priests, to escape this spatial vortex, the escape velocity needed to be faster than light to escape the spatial vortex.
This meant that none of the expeditionary ships could leave this space.
Even Guilliman's flagship, the Macragge's Glory, could not reach faster-than-light speed with conventional engine power.
In other words, if they didn't get rid of this black hole.
Then they would be trapped here.
Waiting to be devoured after Celestine was exhausted.
This was the ultimate goal of all the plans of the Alpha Legion and the Changer of Ways.
Guilliman was breaking the balance between the Imperium of Man and Chaos.
His reforms would greatly enhance humanity's strength.
The traitors led by Abaddon were powerless to resist the new Imperium.
Therefore, they had to eliminate Guilliman to maintain the balance between the Imperium of Man and Chaos.
The giant black hole brought about by the revival of the Ouroboros could devour all things.
Burying Guilliman was also within its capabilities.
This way, the balanced situation could be maintained.
Allowing this game to continue forever.
From the intelligence provided by the numerous Imperial heroes, Guilliman quickly perceived the plans of the traitors and the Chaos powers.
He had to resolve the crisis brought about by the revival of the Ouroboros before he could leave here.
Otherwise, he would be devoured.
In order to completely resolve this daemonic disaster.
After rescuing Calgar.
Guilliman immediately formulated a plan to support the Rock.
The source of the daemonic outbreak was the Rock.
To resolve this crisis, they could only find a solution from the source.
With the arrival of several expeditionary fleets, humanity now possessed overwhelming military power.
Fifteen hundred primaris space marines were dispatched, teleporting into the Rock to assist the Dark Angels in suppressing the rampaging daemons.
Guilliman also plunged into the battle.
Flanked by the Honor Guard, he wielded the The Emperor's Sword, sweeping away the daemons in his path.
No daemon could withstand a single blow from him.
Any enemy in front of him was utterly annihilated with just one strike.
Ezekiel, Boreas, and other important members all rendezvoused with the Primarch's force.
However, no one knew how this disaster should be dealt with.
As the chief librarian of the Dark Angels, Ezekiel held many secrets that only the inner circle could grasp.
However, he had no idea how this matter came about.
There was even less of a clue as to the solution.
The Rock concealed too many secrets.
The operation had reached a stalemate.
Unless they completely dealt with the ancient being that had broken free from the seal, they would only face death.
The spatial vortex would devour them.
Just as everyone was at a loss for what to do.
A small figure in a white robe, a Watcher in the Dark, appeared before everyone.
"The seal of the Ouroboros has been broken, and its return is inevitable. No means can seal it again. Your only option now is to expel it. Our race has left a contingency deep within the fortress. Once activated, it can severely wound that abominable being."
"After the crisis erupted, we attempted to activate the contingency, but although that abominable being could not touch or destroy our arrangements, it could block our spatial movement. Faced with the surging daemon tide, we were truly powerless. Only by using your strength can we approach."
As soon as the Watcher in the Dark appeared, he explained to the Imperial forces led by Guilliman, stating that they had long foreseen today's crisis over the countless years and had left a contingency in advance, which required the strength of the Imperium to carve a path through the daemon tide to activate it.
Inquisitor Grey and several high-ranking commanders of the Black Templars, seeing the sudden appearance of the Watcher in the Dark, immediately raised their bolters, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
"Xenos are not to be trusted," Inquisitor Grey said.
"No, the Watchers are allies of the Dark Angels," Ezekiel hastily explained. "They assist us in suppressing things not understood by mortals and provide us with some guidance. They are the natives of Caliban and have always been dedicated to fighting Chaos. They are trustworthy."
Seeing the two arguing, everyone could only look at Guilliman.
He was the one who would make the final decision.
Guilliman scrutinized the Watcher in the Dark, who was completely shrouded in a white robe.
The Watchers in the Dark were native creatures of Caliban.
Before the Lion and the Emperor arrived.
They were already fighting the warp-tainted beasts.
Based on some information Guilliman had gathered.
These small figures in robes possessed a unique ability to resist warp entities.
This trait was similar to the rare and mysterious blanks; they completely nullified the warp energy around them and could even manipulate psyker powers in reverse.
After the Lion took over the Dark Angels, these small figures in white robes had been guiding the Dark Angels against Chaos.
After the destruction of the Dark Angels' homeworld, Caliban, they still helped the Dark Angels in their own way.
Guilliman pondered for a moment. From the available information, the Watchers were on the side of humanity. At least in the fight against Chaos, they were in the same camp as humans.
More importantly, there was no other way now.
The revival of the Ouroboros had trapped Guilliman here.
If he delayed for too long, he would be devoured.
If he died, the reform, which was already facing significant resistance, would inevitably die in its infancy.
The conflict between Calgar and the Dark Angels would also be amplified and could very likely become the fuse for an Imperial civil war.
The enemy's plan was so vicious and unscrupulous.
Insisting on those pedantic ideas at this time was undoubtedly a very foolish thing.
"Chaos is the great enemy of all races. We should join hands and fight together."
Guilliman's words suppressed the objections of Grey and others.
Under the guidance of the Watcher in the Dark, everyone entered the depths of the Rock.
Led by numerous Imperial heroes, the Imperial forces charged into the corrupted Rock, expelling daemons and darkness.
The interior of the Rock was already enveloped in scenes of abomination.
Great portals covered in filth bulged from the flesh-like stone walls.
Blood flowed down transparent, vein-like pipes on the floor, converging into a continuous river of blood.
The path underfoot was covered in mucus like a tongue, and there were extremely hideous winged monsters occasionally flying over bone arches, perching on rib ledges.
From the depths of the fortress, a sound like a beating heart occasionally echoed, terrifyingly abnormal.
Many Imperial heroes were horrified by this scene. What kind of terrifying being could have corrupted this giant fortress in such a short time?
Abominable monsters pounced from the darkness, charging towards the Imperial ranks.
Dense witchfire and foul energy collided head-on with the bolters and lasers of the Imperial forces, and the two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Many Imperial heroes surrounded Guilliman, fighting alongside him to slay the attacking daemons.
Sicarius and many Primaris Marines fought fiercely, reducing the pressure on the Primarch's action to assault the enemy's core.
Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's sword, swept through the daemon lines.
Bringing death to these abominable beings without distinction.
The flaming sword swung up and down, unstoppable.
The Hand of Dominion unleashed a barrage that blotted out the sky.
Massive daemons with terrifying auras exploded into chunks of flesh and blood before Guilliman's wrath, completely powerless to resist.
Those powerful, arrogant daemons had no power to fight back in front of Guilliman.
Under the guidance of the Watcher in the Dark, everyone fought their way into the depths of the Rock.
At the end, they found the contingency left by the Watcher in the Dark.
A pyramid made of dark gold.
It was currently emitting a faint glow.
According to the Watcher in the Dark's explanation, this was an anti-warp device.
Guilliman observed and found that the surrounding evil spirits and shadows could not approach the area covered by the light.
The Watcher in the Dark had not deceived them.
The Lord of Change hidden in the darkness witnessed all of this, revealing a rare surge of anger.
It had planned everything.
But it had not expected that the Watchers in the Dark had secretly prepared a contingency.
Those damned small figures in white robes.
"There is no certainty in this world," the Lord of Change murmured, accepting the failure of its plan.
This also conformed to the nature of the deity it served.
Unchanging conspiracies with predictable outcomes were never Tzeentch's preference.
Only infinite change could win the favor of this Chaos god.
This race should be wiped out. They were once natural enemies, but now they are in decline. It is the best time to strike.
Realizing that it could not achieve its predetermined goal, the Lord of Change turned its malicious gaze towards the Watchers in the Dark.
The Watchers in the Dark were small in stature, their entire bodies covered in white robes.
But in the eyes of the Lord of Change, these small figures in white robes were more dangerous than the battle-hardened, veteran space marine heroes.
In the era before humanity's rise, the small figures in white robes had already clashed with Chaos multiple times, and were the natural enemies and bane of its race.
As the Imperial forces charged into the area covered by the pyramid, another small figure in a white robe emerged from the void, his hands cradling a heavy, ornate staff.
The staff and the dark gold pyramid were connected by their aura.
As they approached, a dazzling arc of light appeared between the two.
The small figure in the white robe slowly stepped forward and touched the tip of the staff to the pyramid.
An invisible wave rippled outwards, and cracks appeared throughout the Rock.
The cracks emitted a terrifying suction force, drawing in numerous daemons and foul flesh and blood.
The daemons shrieked in terror, but were powerless to stop the terrifying suction force and were pulled in.
An angry voice came, the revived Ouroboros attempted to stop it, but had no suitable means.
The Great Rift made the aether more active, and the descent of daemons into the mortal realm became easier.
However, for the gods, it was still very difficult for them to enter the material universe.
The material universe did not have bodies that could bear their power and will.
This also meant that the gods had difficulty interfering with the material universe and could only rely on their followers and subordinate daemons.
Facing Guilliman, the newly revived Ouroboros also seemed powerless.
No matter what kind of daemon was summoned, it could not withstand a single blow from Guilliman.
No matter how surging the daemon tide was, the opponent could easily annihilate it with a mere gesture.
Its defeat had become a foregone conclusion.
Fortunately, it had gained freedom and would have the opportunity to start over in the future.
The Black Watcher in a white robe activated the contingency that had been left behind, and the aetheric power of the warp gradually receded.
The Ouroboros could only retreat helplessly.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This could be considered a done deal.
Suddenly, a warrior in the armor of the Sons of Vengeance chapter erupted, charging at Guilliman like a venomous snake, holding the blade emanating warp evil energy in his hand, attempting to severely wound Guilliman as he had Azrael, making him pay a heavy price.
However, he underestimated how terrifying a Primarch's strength truly was.
His attack had no effect.
Guilliman instinctively dodged the blow and punched the opponent.
The warrior who had suddenly attacked was sent flying backwards by Guilliman's punch.
His heavy body crashed against the wall beside him, letting out a scream.
In a flash, the speed at which this surprise attack ended was incredibly fast.
When the battle was over, Calgar's voice came.
"Alpha."
Calgar's tone was full of anger.
These guys had caused him a lot of trouble, even almost igniting a war between the Indomitus Crusade fleet and the Dark Angels.
Such a despicable betrayal was unforgivable.
Two Honour Guard walked up and removed the warrior's helmet, finding that it was indeed a disguised Alpha.
This guy was truly lucky to be alive.
He had previously led a fighter squadron to attack Dagonet, and was ultimately ordered to be shot down by Calgar.
Unexpectedly, this guy was able to escape death and had infiltrated the Primarch's side, attempting to repeat his old trick.
"Who are you?" Guilliman asked.
"I am Alpharius," the Alpha warrior said.
Guilliman wanted to ask further, but the Watcher in the Dark beside him spoke.
He hoped Guilliman could go with them to a place where they would reveal an important secret to the Primarch.
Guilliman could only hand the Alpha warrior over to the Inquisitor and the Dark Angels, ordering them to obtain more information at all costs.
Subsequently, the Watcher in the Dark opened a dark and deep passage in the wall.
Calgar wanted to follow to protect the Primarch's safety.
But he was refused by the Watcher in the Dark, who said that this secret could only be told to Guilliman alone.
"I'll go myself," Guilliman told Calgar to stay put and oversee the numerous follow-up matters of the Indomitus Crusade fleet and the Dark Angels.
Then, he followed the Watcher in the Dark and stepped into the passage.
The Watcher in the Dark in a white robe led Guilliman deep inside, stopping only when they reached a large hall.
Seeing what was in the hall, Guilliman was stunned for a moment before blurting out, "The Lion - Lion El'Jonson? How is he here?"