Warhammer: Don't Call Me the God of All Machines

Chapter 32 Primarch
Having found the missing Primarch, even Hill could hardly contain his excitement. He conveyed this best news of the day in the communication channel with an extremely excited voice.

"The Primarch is alive, we have found Roboute Guilliman!"

The surviving fighting brothers were all filled with tears of excitement. These supermen who had undergone complete genetic modification and had extremely weakened emotions once again felt the presence of the Father of Genes at this moment.

This is a connection that comes from genetic blood. They felt the presence of the Primarch, and the morale of every warrior was boosted, and they even burst out with combat power far beyond their usual levels.

Each of the Primarchs created by the Emperor is a most outstanding commander. As long as they are on the battlefield, all the soldiers will be infected and inspired to fight to the death.

Guilliman protected his offspring behind him and rushed to the Word Bearers at an extremely unscientific speed. Without using any weapons, relying only on a pair of fists, the Primarch smashed the head of the fully-armed Astartes into his chest.

The ceramsite alloy was like a clay sculpture in front of the Primarch's power. The hands reached into the enemy's body, and the two hearts were completely crushed. The Word Bearers who were randomly kneaded burst out with a large amount of blood. They floated in the void, reflecting the killing that was taking place.

The Primarch raised the remains of his body in his hands and blocked several bolts fired at him.

The explosive shells could cause him harm, although it would be difficult to cause fatal damage, but he didn't want to take the risk.

He found a position to leverage the force and arrived in front of another enemy like a bolt of lightning. He punched through the thick breastplate with his huge fist and grabbed the reinforced spine while the opponent struggled in pain.

Extremely savage and cruel, the Primarch, who had lost his rationality, was like a god of death. Holding the spine and the head in his hand, he roared in a very high pitch. He threw the spine in his hand and pierced the head of another Word Bearer again.

Hill picked up the bolter from the floating corpse of a Word Bearer and fired continuously to clear the enemies for the Primarch, blasting an enemy who wanted to launch a sneak attack into pieces.

Guilliman grew more courageous as the battle went on. He slaughtered these hateful enemies. A simple straight punch could blow off the heads of these veterans and tear their limbs apart completely.

Hill had never seen such a fierce battle scene of the Father of Genes. In his memory, Guilliman always looked strategic, rational and calm.

But this kind of Primarch... seems to be more exciting! Guilliman's savagery and ferocity turned into strength and fearlessness in the eyes of his descendants.

The remaining members of the killing team gradually gathered around, and even another team came to join after receiving the news. Under the leadership of the Primarch, they successfully surrounded and annihilated the enemies on the cruiser.

Hill determined his position and initiated a communication request to the bridge. Airtight hatch No. 88 was opened under the control of the Thinker system, and the Extreme Marines immediately returned to the interior of the flagship.

Nineteen of the forty kill teams lost contact. After completing the anti-jump mission, they came to meet the Primarch through various airlocks.

"I have returned," said Guilliman, surrounded by the cobalt blue ocean. "They did not kill me."

The Ultramarines were immersed in the joy of the return of their lost Primarch, which diluted the heavy atmosphere. They looked at the face of the Gene-Father, who was smiling and giving an inspiring speech.

"In times of crisis, you, my proud descendants, have withstood the test. You have fought your way through the enemy horde. Your contributions will be remembered by the five hundred worlds of Ultramar, but—"

Guilliman gazed at the one remaining arm of his Chapter Master, his most trusted and valued son. He looked more determined and fearless than ever before.

"But today is not over. The battle continues in space and on the ground. You and I are able to speak here now because more warriors are fighting bloody battles, both mortal and Astartes. They are launching a fearless counterattack against the Word Bearers." "We will fight to the end. We will stop the enemy on the surface of Calth. We will engage in fleet combat in the space of the Viridian system. We will also drop into orbit and recapture the weapons arrays that belong to us."

"The Word Bearers cannot defeat us. They have forsaken their faith and become slaves to the Unseen. In the name of the Emperor and the fallen of Calth, we will punish all who betray us."

The Primarch's armor was covered in blood and frost, his handsome face was covered in the dust of war, and his dazzling short golden hair was messy, but his speech was so heart-stirring.

He exuded an infectious energy like the sun, convincing all who listened to him from the bottom of their hearts. They firmly believed that the Primarch would lead them to victory, they would put an end to the rampant Word Bearers, and they would hang all the rebels on the Judgment Pillar.

"Father, your will is our mission. I am ready to launch a counterattack."

Marius Gage pounded his remaining fist on the Imperial Skyhawk on his breastplate, and the loud thumping sound symbolized the determination of the chapter master.

"Determination alone cannot win the victory, Gage, we need a sharp weapon to deal with those demons. Conventional weapons cannot effectively target those demons, so--"

Guilliman's voice sounded, and he continued: "I will temporarily waive the Nikea Ban. We need the power of the Think Tank. Only psionic power can more effectively target psionic enemies."

In the earlier Council of Nikea, the Librarians represented by Magnus the Red were defeated in the struggle, and the Emperor himself ordered that all Astartes Legions must be forbidden to use psychic powers except for Navigators and Astropaths.

And in this desperate moment, the Emperor's decree must be rewritten.

Faced with the Primarch's declaration, all the warriors remained silent in support, even the surviving Iron Hands warriors and Nikonna from the Raven Guard.

"We should restore the organization of the Think Tank. We need to rebuild the Think Tank forces and use the power of the Warp to counter the Warp." Guilliman added, "Of course it is too late now. Before the airborne operation, I must pass on my spirit to you. If I unfortunately die in battle, you must also carry out this order."

There was a commotion among the people, the Ultramarines would defend their Primarch at all costs.

"I suspect that the Nicaea Conference was premeditated," Guilliman paused and continued, "That conference caused us to lose our best weapon against the Warp. This was too much of a coincidence and more like a carefully planned conspiracy."

"Thank you to these warriors who overcame all difficulties to warn us, Viland of the Iron Hands, Nikonna of the Raven Guard, I must pay my highest respects to you."

Guilliman also did not ignore those warriors in the corners who had a very low sense of presence. He greeted them warmly and cordially.

"Corax and Ferrus, my dearest brothers, I feel for their misfortunes in Isstvan."

Of all the Primarchs, Guilliman believed that as long as the Ultramarines fought side by side with any of the Imperial Fists, Space Wolves, Blood Angels, and Iron Hands, they would be able to achieve all victories. No matter what enemy they were facing, no matter how desperate the situation was, they would be able to fight back.

Ferrus had been the strongest, the most unshakable of them all, but now he was dead, slain by the sword of the Emperor's Children's Primarch Fulgrim.

Guilliman no longer has time to mourn. What he should do most is to bring all the traitors before the Emperor and let them repent and atone for their crazy and blasphemous acts!
(End of this chapter)