6 Chapter 6
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The Emperor's flaming sword came down hard. Reacting instinctively, the demon raised its weapon in an attempt to block the strike, only to have its weapon shattered on the spot and its arm, wreathed in bloody flames, cut off.
Even if it was once human, after being favored and turned demonic by the wicked god, it would gain unimaginable augmentation, possessing a terrifying strength and body that no ordinary person could reach.
Guilliman had no idea how many human planets this demon had ravaged over these ten thousand years, nor how many skulls it had offered to the Blood God to earn its favor, evolving it from a mere human to a formidable demon of the Warp.
No matter how numerous the Astra Militarum forces made up of ordinary people were, they would struggle to defeat a single traitor turned demon.
Even the Space Marines, hailed as the Emperor's angels, needed the assistance of psychic librarians to kill a single demon.
Among the myriad forces of the Imperium, only the deployment of the Grey Knights, specialized in dealing with demons, could help reduce catastrophic casualties.
The terror of a greater demon is unimaginable, with powerful malicious demons capable of affecting entire systems, even extinguishing stars.
The emergence of a demon of this level on any planet could effectively warrant an extermination order.
An extermination order means the Imperial Navy uses weapons like cyclonic torpedoes and lances to physically cleanse irredeemable planets, bombing until not a single blade of grass remains on the surface.
It goes without saying the terrifying power and horror that a Warp greater demon possesses.
Even a saint who possesses the power of the Emperor must be on high alert, or there is a high chance they could fall.
However, in the face of Guilliman, a Warp greater demon appeared pathetically weak, barely warranting a glance.
With just one blow, he severed the demon's arm, striking a heavy blow with the sanctified power of the Emperor's Sword.
No matter how much the demon roared in rage, it could not change the fact that its weapon and arm had been severed by a single strike.
In the demon's yellow-brown eyes was disbelief. One blow had critically wounded it, which led it to question its existence.
Was this man, who had slumbered for ten thousand years before awakening, truly the same as before?
Surely, even a Primarch could not be this terrifying?
The demon was an old relic that had experienced the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, later betraying the Imperium alongside its gene-father Angron and taking refuge in the Eye of Terror after Horus's failed siege of Terra.
Even though it had not encountered another transformed Primarch in these ten thousand years, nor had it fought against any loyal to the Imperium, its memory would not be mistaken.
The Primarchs of ten thousand years ago did not possess this kind of power, capable of critically wounding a Warp greater demon with a single strike.
Celestine, Amarei and others were also stunned by Guilliman's display.
Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, as he was a son of the Emperor, having tremendous power was somewhat expected, but this scene was still beyond terrifying!
He critically wounded a Warp greater demon with one blow.
The power in Guilliman was not just that of a Primarch, but also the amplified power of humanity's faith gathered by the governing template.
The more beings that trusted and worshiped him, the stronger his power became.
It was similar to a legendary god, where more faith led to an explosive increase in combat power.
Once Guilliman stepped onto the battlefield, the Imperial soldiers who knew of his revival were screaming with excitement.
His name was spread among the terrified civilians, with everyone considering him as the salvation sent by the Emperor.
Even though the majority of the planet Macragge had fallen into the hands of the forces of Chaos, there were still millions of soldiers, as well as billions of Imperial civilians.
The power these people bestowed upon him was terrifying, making it extremely easy for him to combat a greater demon.
"Unexpected, the so-called bloodthirsty and berserk demon of Khorne turns out to be the weakest of the four Chaos Gods. I presume your master won't fare much better. I highly recommend you learn from the followers of Slaanesh. Their effeminate moves are much more lethal than yours."
Guilliman taunted, enraging the demon whose arm he had severed to the point of furious roars.
Slaanesh is the Chaos God of lust, and also the most despised existence for Khorne, the Chaos God of rage.
Guilliman's words were akin to suggesting a muscular warrior abandon his training and put on a girly battle outfit for more destructive power.
It was a double blow, one to the body and another to the heart, infuriating the demon to the point of wanting to devour him alive.
Unfortunately, its weapon had been shattered. Even as a Warp greater demon, it struggled to fend off the assault of a Primarch, with Guilliman driving it into a continuous retreat.
Several Chaos warriors attempted to launch an attack to rescue the demon, but were swept aside by Guilliman. The Emperor's Sword cleaved through their bodies, splitting their armour, which had grown flesh and eyes in the Eye of Terror over ten thousand years, in two.
"Why so quiet? Aren't you the Warp beings usually quite talkative? Weak insects."
Guilliman continued to approach the demon he had heavily wounded, his tone filled with ridicule.
In his hands, the Emperor's Sword blazed with golden flames, growing more radiant with each step, carrying a holy aura.
As the demon faced the steadily approaching Primarch, it was filled with rage, but could do nothing more than bellow impotently.
It was no match for Guilliman. He was merely toying with it instead of delivering a killing blow.
Guilliman even referred to it as an insect, a term it typically used to belittle human fighters during its invasions of the real universe.
Now, it was being insulted in kind, which was undoubtedly a supreme humiliation.
"You will pay the price, Roboute Guilliman. The gods are watching you. What do you think you can accomplish? Your return is merely a game that excites the gods, you can't change anything."
Before the demon could finish his sentence, Guilliman swung the Sword of the Emperor, severing the demon's head.
The huge skull rolled on the ground for a while, finally stopping next to a broken hover motorcycle.
Villains sure love to talk, especially right before their demise.
Bending over, Guilliman picked up the demon's head, Cabalda, raising it high.
With the the Warp demon vanquished, cheers erupted from countless Astra Militarum soldiers, the Macragge's Honour guard, and the Astartes.
Even Celestine and Amarei revealed excited expressions.
The the Warp demon was an adversary they all struggled to oppose.
Yet it was easily beheaded by the revived Primarch, turned into a war trophy.
This invincible scene of Guilliman slaying the the Warp demon convinced every warrior that he was the Emperor's gift, returned to their side to save the Imperium and humanity from falling into the abyss.
With the demon slain by the revived Primarch, the morale of the Chaos forces collapsed. There was hardly any meaningful resistance left.
The retaliating forces of the Imperium, rejuvenated by Guilliman's return, cried out slogans and oaths, launching a charge against the enemy.
Not a single human traitor or chaos demon would survive to leave their homeland; all invaders had to pay the price.
The battle on the Macragge's orbit was also affected by the events on the ground. With news of the Primarch's return and the loss of the Chaos forces on the surface, the Imperial Fleet's morale greatly improved. Simultaneously, reinforcements from other warbands also arrived.
Accompanied by a series of intense flashes, grand battleships emerged from the void of the Warp, entered the real universe, and launched an attack on the Chaos fleet.
The Chaos fleet was defeated in a disastrous manner. Realizing their mission had failed, they chose to retreat, but the Imperial Fleet swore to annihilate them entirely.
In the end, only a handful of lucky Chaos vessels managed to escape the gravitational influence of the star system, tore through the fabric of reality, and fled into the Warp.
With the cessation of hostilities, Macragge suffered unprecedented losses but nevertheless survived.
In the space battlefield, debris burned everywhere, and cold bodies littered the area.
Rescue and cleanup efforts quickly began.
The damage on the surface was equally severe; the city of Macragge was reduced to ruins with countless casualties.
Despite these heavy losses, people felt that everything was worthwhile.
They had welcomed back a son of the Emperor; the dark universe no longer felt hopeless.
Filled with excitement, the Astartes, the Astra Militarum soldiers, planetary defense forces, and countless civilians gathered from all sides.
They shouted Guilliman's name, sang praises to the Emperor, expressing their innermost excitement.
"The war had been utterly unfavorable, but with the revival of Roboute Guilliman, they easily crushed the invading demons and traitors.
Everyone was chanting Guilliman's name.
After ten thousand years of dark struggle, they finally witnessed the guidance of a great soul.
Guilliman is this great soul, regardless of whether it is a planet's nobility dressed in luxurious clothes or the ragged common people.
Survivors from all over the planet and other planets within the Macragge Star Domain hurriedly came.
When Guilliman, in his blue power armor, descended from the battlefield, he was greeted by an overwhelming, tsunami-like cheer.
Everyone who looked at Guilliman had excitement in their eyes. Some women, holding their children, couldn't help but cry, raising their children high in hopes that they could see this savior from the legends.
Calgar guided his Astartes to use their bodies to form a barrier around the Gene-Father, or else he would be overwhelmed by the enthusiastic crowd.
"Everyone is cheering, hoping that you, as the Emperor's son, can save them from this eternal war," Saint Celestine, standing next to Guilliman, said.
As a follower of the Emperor, she had the privilege to stand beside a Primarch.
"That's precisely why I woke up," Guilliman responded calmly.
