Warhammer 40 Unorthodox Primarch

At this moment, Guilliman appeared very serious, suppressing his anger. Abaddon had chosen the perfect time to attack Macgrass, precisely when his forces were at their weakest.

Without Ms. Yotton's comfort, Guilliman's volatile temper, despair, and hopelessness had nowhere to go. Ms. Yotton's disappearance was a pain in his heart, but he kept telling himself that everything was alright and there was still a chance.

With Macurag under attack and Ms. Yodon's last breath extinguished, Guilliman was on the verge of exploding in rage.

If Guilliman gets carried away, then it's all over...

"Thirteenth Brother! You should pull yourself together. We haven't lost yet. Do you really think you'll lose to the offspring of Horus? You are not just yourself, nor are you merely the son of Lady Yoton. You are the political king of the Empire, and your goal is Terra! There are still many great battles waiting for us! Instead of suppressing your anger in this palace! Your wisdom is what Chaos fears most..." Li Taiji entered the palace and faced Guilliman directly.

Killman glanced at Li Taiji with a complicated expression, then looked at Macurag's defense map.

Macragge is in complete disarray. The first wave of attacks was devastating. The Black Legion is not launching a major bombardment because they are locked in a standoff with Li Taiji's small fleet. If they focus their firepower on Macragge, they will face the wrath of the people and the devastating blows of the People's Eternal.

They simply couldn't afford the price; even small warships were extremely difficult to acquire in the warp. The Ultramarines, however, didn't have this problem, as the forging worlds in the Five Hundred Worlds would quickly replenish their ranks.

What they fear most is a protracted battle, not a short period of intense, fierce fighting.

"The main force of Calgar was affected by the warp storm and it will take more time to return. Just like when I rescued Terra, my mother went missing. I have been numbing myself all this time. I hate this damn war..." Guilliman looked coldly at Macragge, which was smoking outside the palace.

"Nobody likes war, but you and I are here. I'm not a strong person either, but I believe in one thing: whoever makes me suffer will suffer too! Your forces are not weak. Macragge is still under your control. You also have the Ultramarines and Belisarius Caul's Guard. We are not at our wits' end. Even if we were, you are Guilliman. Do you lack the courage to start over? You taught me these things. Do I need to tell you?" Li Taiji said.

"Heh, that's right, we're not finished yet! I won't lose to Horus, let alone his offspring. Let's make up for the regrets of the past now! I will fight alongside you..." Guilliman said, picking up the Emperor's Sword.

"No! You can't be on the front lines. You can only stay behind and leave it to me. I am immortal, and I also have my father's blessing..." Li Taiji said.

"I will not back down..." Guilliman said firmly and stubbornly.

"Dying is easy, living is the hardest. You should have known from the moment you became the Regent of the Empire that you are the hope of the Empire. The Blackrock Fortress and the Maelstrom ambush should have taught you a lesson. You are not a berserker, you are the brain of the Empire. You don't expect me to argue with the Highlords Council, do you? All I know how to do is kill them and plunge the Empire into even greater chaos. I am still a child. Compared to you, I am still a child, am I not?" Li Taiji said with a smile.

Guilliman's expression was somewhat strange, but he quickly understood. Li Taiji was very special, unlike the other Primarchs. He woke up to fight, without even having much time to grow. Compared to them, Li Taiji seemed to be in a more miserable situation. After all, they had experienced a time when their families were wealthy, while Li Taiji returned to find his home in ruins...

"The Ever-Victorious Army, your mission is to protect the Primarch. If our defense fails, you must take your Father of Gene and evacuate Macragge, and integrate the power of the Five Hundred Worlds to continue the fight. This is the responsibility of the Ever-Victorious Army..." Li Taiji said to the Ever-Victorious Army in the palace.

"That's right! Thirteenth Uncle! Don't worry, nothing's wrong. My aunt might be alright. Being missing doesn't mean there's no hope. That old lady has weathered many storms, and the battles of Macurag are nothing new. Just watch us. I'll twist off Abaddon's braid for you to use as a whip!" Lin Dafa said from the side.

"Twenty-first brother, I'll leave it to you then!" Guilliman put away his arrogance, raised his head, and handed the Emperor's Sword to Li Taiji.

"I don't need it. This thing is like a toothpick to me. You should use it! I'm confident in dealing with Horus's offspring. After all, I am a Primarch. The Demon Sword is powerful, but it only counts if it hits someone! In my eyes, it's not that troublesome..." Li Taiji smiled and stepped back out of the palace.

Guilliman was filled with mixed emotions. His other Genebringer brothers wouldn't interact with him with such sensitivity, and he wasn't born an iceberg. It was just that Guilliman's experiences had always made him stand out from the others. He possessed a childhood that others never had...

Li Taiji strode up to the city wall of Macurag, where the Black Legion had regrouped, with Abaddon at its core.

This guy is arrogant, and his little braid is quite distinctive, fluttering in the wind. From a distance, his red hair looks like a candle.

"Abaddon! I'm Pretty Frog! Look at your crap! You're just like a candle. Your father is dead, and you still have the nerve to live! The War General will always be Horus! Horus will always be the Imperial War General! You, the Chaos War General, are just trash. All the boasts you've made will turn into the most powerful slaps to your face. You're a useless piece of trash for ten thousand years, a piece of trash used by the four evil gods. You're the number one piece of trash in the Empire..." Lin Dafa started his ranting mode as soon as he got to the top of the city wall.

This guy's psionic abilities hit a bottleneck, so he figured out how to improve his combat power. Later, he discovered that cursing was also a way to improve combat power, so he simply made use of his strengths. He even had a few people from the think tank around him helping him find weaknesses in his opponents.

"Damn it! I'll kill you! I'll make you howl and tremble as the demons tear you apart..." Abaddon took a moment to realize what the curse meant, and pointed the demon sword Draconion at Lin Dafa and Li Taiji.

"Stop it! The real Abaddon is dead, that respected veteran of ten thousand battles is dead. You're just a guy controlled by a demon. You may wear Abaddon's skin, but you're a demon in your bones. You don't deserve to be Horus's son! You don't deserve historical glory, you piece of trash! You're a rotten, smoking candle..." Lin Dafa cursed, hands on his hips.

This spiritual connection made him feel very comfortable, so the more he cursed, the smoother it flowed...