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Chapter 277 Son of Vengeance, Son of War

The humming sound of machinery resounded, and on Robert Guilliman's throne, Belisarius Cawl's automatic reliquary completely engulfed Robert Guilliman.
The humming sound it made was no different from a death knell in Calgar's ears, and despair almost devoured his soul.
But as if to add more despair to Calgar, the void shield of Hera Fortress was completely shattered.
Amidst the roar of the Warp, the void shield that had been protecting the entire Hera Fortress suddenly shattered, and the Black Legion's Dreadclaw airdrop pod tore through the sky and smashed directly into Guilliman's Temple with flames.

A storm arose, shattering the marble floor. The stone pillars around it collapsed, and the carvings that recorded Robert Guilliman's great deeds were shattered.

The Hell Dragon also escaped from the Ultramarines' interceptors and rushed into the temple.
The sulphurous flames burned fiercely, and the hatch of the Dreadclaw burst open.

Roaring Khorne Berserkers emerged from it, wielding power axes and chainswords and joining the battlefield.
This is the power of an entire Chaos warband, the power that the Chaos leader has preserved until now, just to be thrown into Guilliman's Temple at this moment to complete the mission entrusted to him by Warmaster Abaddon.

Even for this reason, the Chaos Lord himself fell into Guilliman's Temple along with the Terrorclaw.
The Chaos Lord who commanded an entire warband stepped out from the steam-spewing Terrorclaw.
The muscles all over his body were hideous and ferocious, and the muscle fibers protruding from his skin were filled with terrifying power that did not belong to the material universe.
Thick blood covered his body. It seemed that the blood came from the poor creatures who died at his hands. The blood never dried up and rolled and roared in his body.
And on his bull-like face, which was exposed to the air, there were ferocious Khorne runes coiled on it, which looked particularly terrifying.
There is no doubt that this is a Chaos Lord who is deeply loved by Khorne. The warband he leads is enough to destroy eighty-eight worlds. These extraordinary monsters who are born only for killing are rampant in Guilliman's Temple.
The Grey Knights and a company of Terminators only had a total of a hundred people, and they had already consumed a lot of strength.

Facing an entire terrifying Chaos Warband of Khorne, he was powerless.
There was also the Chaos Lord whose name Calgar did not know, but whose terrifying aura he could sense. His power was far stronger than that of an ordinary war band leader.
Calgar, who was able to fight against the Chaos Demon Lord, had his leg power armor shattered, and Voldus also consumed most of his strength in the battle with Digris.
Despair filled Calgar's heart.
And his despair seemed to nourish the Chaos Lord,

The chainsaw axe in the hands of the Chaos Lord of Khorne roared and hummed. His bloody mouth opened and blood and energy surged out of it.
"In the name of Khorne the Blood God, and Abaddon the Warmaster of Chaos!"

"Sons of Roboute Guilliman, I am the one who took off your skulls!"

"I am the son of Angron, my name is——————"

A teardrop spear suddenly pierced through the entire battlefield, and the sharp spearhead instantly cut off the neck of the Chaos Lord of Khorne and cut off his head.

The figure in the linen robe leaped across the battlefield as if flying, and stood on the corpse of the Khorne Chaos Lord.
The head of the Chaos Lord of Khorne was rolling back and forth at the feet of the linen robe.

".Bad news came from the Warp. The Chaos Lord of Khorne died suddenly on the spot in Guilliman's Temple. He ascended to the Blood God Steroid Fortress at the age of only 10,000."

"The deceased's name is... Uh, anyway, I will always miss him."

Zhou Yun, who was standing not far from Karga, said sarcastically.

Instantly, the Khorne warbands on the entire battlefield roared like wild beasts.
The death of their leader did not frighten them, but instead further aroused their anger and roar, rushing towards the linen robe standing on the corpse of the Chaos Lord of Khorne.
Despair surged in Calgar's heart again.

Even if the man in linen robes did not stand on the side of Chaos, even if he had such great power,
It is impossible to kill an entire Chaos warband with one person's strength, and it is even more impossible to stop these Khorne Berserkers from slaughtering the Ultramarines.
But at this moment, Zhou Yun, who was standing next to Karga, shook the pocket on his stomach.
Scarlet-painted Astartes kept pouring out of the pocket on his belly like a bloody wave.
Calgar stared at this scene in amazement. The scarlet Astartes that emerged from his pocket had different paint jobs, but they were all obviously descendants of Sanguinius, from various chapters of the Blood Angels.
Such a mixed group was certainly not in line with the Codex Astartes, but Calgar was no longer in the mood to care about such details.

With the superhuman brain of the son of Robert Guilliman, he quickly determined that the Astartes army that emerged from the pocket had about a thousand people.

This is a Chapter-level force, no less powerful than the Chaos warband that fell into Guilliman's Temple!

"I'm a very insecure person. I can't sleep at night if I don't carry a warband with me."

Zhou Yun looked at Karga and said sincerely.

Stab——————

At this moment, a low sound came from the holy relic box behind Zhou Yun, and the sacred binary runes surged on it, gradually changing from red to green.
Steam continued to spurt out of the mechanical structure, and the metal shell of the reliquary was disintegrated bit by bit in the heat flow.
In the endless Warp, the Chaos Gods and their dark servants always gaze upon Guilliman's Temple.
They are waiting, waiting for the Son of Vengeance who can stir up turbulent waves in the warp to return from death, waiting for a loyal Primarch to walk among humans again and bring hope to mankind, and then be destroyed and corrupted by Chaos.
However, as they continued to cast their gazes, those dark and profane things seemed to sense that there was another figure in this temple that deserved attention.
The figure in the linen robe, the figure full of beauty, power, vitality and foresight. The figure that continued to slaughter the black army.
The servants of the Dark Gods whispered, they murmured a guess, an impossible guess,
The three Chaos Gods held their breath and tried to see more clearly.
They saw a feather as white as the morning light flashing under the linen robe.
Khorne laughed heartily, rejoicing at the stupidity of his fellow officers.
Slaanesh let out sixty-six cheers of surprise, licking his lips and gazing at the beautiful figure.

Nurgle smiled gently and spread seventy-seven more diseases into the galaxy to celebrate the return of a wonderful life.

Tzeentch let out ninety-nine sharp bird calls, first roaring in anger at this unexpected situation, but soon began to murmur "Everything is going according to plan!"
At the same time, another thing they had been waiting for happened.
The wind, the hot wind, swept through the temple, and the sound of bells resounded throughout the temple.
The automatic reliquary brought by the great sage Belisarius Cawl fell apart, leaving only broken metal scattered all over the ground.

Then, a figure appeared that made everyone on the battlefield hold their breath.

The first to cheer was Saint Celestine, who was flying in the sky. She was so moved that she shed tears and couldn't help but utter a song of praise for the figure.

Then, the Ultramarines, who were originally devoured by despair, suddenly felt a power they had never experienced before burst out in their hearts, and the flames of hope burned fiercely.

Reina swallowed her saliva slightly, and the strong emotion and shock hit her heart.

The one sitting on the throne now is no longer a pale, dying corpse, but a real one.
Karga looked at the handsome face that looked like a noble, and he was stunned in disbelief.
The figure sitting on the throne had his eyes tightly closed, but he was still alert and wise. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint light, and there was a faint roaring golden-blue storm in his flesh and blood body.

How could that figure be so similar to Calgar's genetic father? !

No, Karga slowly widened his eyes, no
That is.
That was the true Lord of the Thirteenth Legion, a son of the Emperor of Mankind, the genetic father of the Ultramarines.
The silence on the battlefield was broken by a roar.

The linen-robed figure slightly turned his body aside, as if deliberately allowing a mad Khorne berserker to charge, roaring and flying towards the throne.

Both the loyalists and the traitors cast shocked glances at the courageous Khorne berserker.
They were obviously wondering if this guy had inserted the butcher's nail too big?

Then, Robert Guilliman, who was sitting on the throne, opened his eyes.
The blazing Emperor's Sword drew an arc in the air, and the body of the Khorne Berserker was almost cut in half in an instant.
Almost no one on the battlefield could see what was happening.
Only the man in the linen robe smiled softly, as if he felt that Robert Guilliman's recovery was not good enough.
Only Thousand Faces and Evelyne cried out in surprise. They saw the Primarch's movements clearly and were stunned by this unattainable power.
Only Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly. He realized that a certain connection had been established between him and Robert Guilliman, similar to that between him and Sanguinius.

The bodies of the Khorne berserkers fell at the bottom of the stairs. Roboute Guilliman, wearing the armor of destiny, seemed like a demigod standing in the world.
He held the Emperor's Sword burning with an eternal flame, like Prometheus holding the fire of the sun, bringing the forgotten hope and salvation to the human empire.

Then, Robert Guilliman breathed gently, taking the nutrients necessary to maintain his existence from the real universe.
His muscles were instantly filled with strength and his eyes became clear.

The traitors who had turned to Chaos roared. The Black Legion knew that this was their last chance to complete their mission, and it was the only thing they could do.
The Khorne berserkers charged towards the throne recklessly, and the man in the linen robe stood in the tide of blood, as if he had let it all go, as if he believed that the man on the throne was not afraid of these Khorne berserkers.

So, Robert Guilliman began to run,
He passed over Calgar's body lying on the stairs, the bright flame of the Emperor's Sword bringing carnage and death.
Every blow left a corpse, every punch took a life, the Black Legion's Khorne warriors turned into a corridor of corpses, as if welcoming the return of the son of war.
And Robouti Guilliman never looked at these black legions,
He had just been resurrected, and his mind was not yet fully awake, but his superhuman mind allowed him to focus only on the two people on the battlefield.
One is Zhou Yun, who has a vague connection with him and seems to be the one who killed and resurrected him.

The other person is.
Guilliman, bathed in blood and corpses, stood before the linen-robed figure.
The two stood on two hills made of the bodies of the traitors, staring at each other across the void.

Calgar and others on the battlefield were surprised to find that the man in the linen robe seemed to be no less powerful than Robert Guilliman.

Robert Guilliman stared at the figure, raised his lips slightly, and spoke the first words after his resurrection.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"

(End of this chapter)