Guilliman was in no hurry at all.
No, or rather—he was very patient, waiting for Angron to reveal that momentary flaw under the siege of five Guardians!
Just a moment was enough!
He was like a cunning wolf, prowling at the very edge of the battlefield, attacking Angron from time to time, but each time he would strike and retreat, never lingering, and never hoping to cause any significant damage.
Watching the increasingly agitated Angron, whose movements were gradually becoming distorted, Guilliman's lips curled slightly, and his face beneath the tactical visor showed a hint of coldness.
This was the effect he wanted!
Through repeated harassment, he would make Angron completely lose his mind, causing his movements to deform, and only then could he create an excellent opportunity to end him.
The five Guardians besieging Angron cooperated seamlessly with each other, but unlike the Ultramarines, who favored group tactical coordination, the Guardians' tactical style leaned more towards the extreme of individual martial arts!
Every strike was precise and deadly!
They were the Emperor's personal guards, and also warriors and executioners who stood above the many political factions of the Imperium of Man, obeying only the Emperor's direct commands!
A Primarch?
So what!
No matter how powerful a Primarch was, he could not withstand the Guardians.
If one wasn't enough, then ten!
If ten weren't enough, then a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand!
The Custodian Guard was the Emperor's last trump card for the Imperium of Man!
No matter how Angron roared and raged, he could not break through the defense line formed by the five Guardians; these annoying golden ants made him increasingly irritated.
"Get out!!!"
Angron suddenly leaped, his demonic wings vibrating behind him, stirring up a bloody storm. With the gravitational impact of falling from a height, two bloody great axes crashed down like a landslide!
The target was none other than the Primarch!
But how could the Guardians allow this blasphemous daemon to touch the Emperor's son in front of them?
Guardian Commander Victor unhesitatingly stepped forward, his dazzling adamantium greatshield, carved with the Imperial double eagles, squarely took Angron's furious cleave for the Primarch!
Clang!!!
Dazzling sparks erupted, and the metal groaned under the overwhelming force.
Even Guardian Commander Victor, who held the greatshield, felt his arms go numb from the force of the blow, and his feet sank several inches into the ground.
The greatshield, forged from adamantium by the artisans of Terra, could even withstand the cannon fire of a super-heavy Leman Russ tank head-on, but under the full-force cleave of the Daemon Primarch, amplified by the enraged Khorne, the shield face was directly torn apart by the chainaxe!
The axe blade was deeply embedded in the greatshield, resting on Victor's shoulder plate.
But, this momentary pause was enough to buy the Primarch a crucial opening!
"Now!" Victor roared.
Calion, a Guardian who seized the gap and opening, gripped his Guardian Spear tightly, then unleashed a powerful throw.
Whoosh!
The spearhead, bursting with dazzling golden light, streaked through the bloody storm like a meteor.
At the same time, Taraxus' power glaive traced a perfect arc, dragging a tearing shriek through the air, and cleaved towards Angron's waist.
This scene seemed to last a long time, but from Emrys' perspective, it happened almost simultaneously.
His eyes couldn't even keep up with the movements of the five Guardians and Angron.
This was the combat power of the Guardians?!
Even an ascended Daemon Primarch could be temporarily suppressed—it was simply terrifying!
Emrys had to admit, he was truly envious. The Guardians created by the Emperor's biological Alchemy were truly an existence that the Astartes could not hope to match!
Truly, perfectly superhuman!
"Ahhh—!"
Angron's keen demonic senses naturally detected the little movements of these golden ants.
But just as he was about to pull out the chainaxe embedded in the greatshield and turn to meet the attack, he saw Guardian Commander Victor suddenly grab the rapidly spinning teeth of the blade. Beneath his golden helmet, the crimson bird-like crest seemed to burst with red light.
"Never—traitor!"
Rip!
The rapidly spinning teeth of the great axe immediately tore Victor's hand, and blood gushed out.
But this Guardian Commander seemed to feel no pain, sacrificing an arm to forcibly jam the great axe just as it was about to be pulled free.
Angron's movements paused again.
"Ahhh! Useless! Damned ants!" He never expected to be delayed by these damned ants once again.
At the same time, the attacks had arrived.
Puff!
The Guardian Spear plunged into Angron's chest, its disintegration field and anti-psychic field furiously unraveling the chaotic runes that constituted Angron's demonic body. Exploding blue light, like lightning, shot forth from the spearhead, wantonly coursing through Angron's body, shattering every inch of his flesh.
"Ahhh!
The intense pain stimulated Angron; the Butcher's Nails on his forehead emitted blinding streaks of crimson lightning, further transforming the pain into fury and power.
But then, Taraxus' power glaive suddenly cleaved from behind him. Although Angron had instinctively tried his best to dodge like a beast, he was still a step too slow due to Victor's interference!
Clang!
The blue-glowing power glaive grazed Angron's forehead, directly cutting a deep, bone-visible crack into that hateful demonic head!
"Ahhhh—"
This scar nearly damaged the Butcher's Nails, and the soul-deep pain briefly overwhelmed the bloody device's emotional suppression, making Angron let out a cry of agony he had never uttered before.
Heavy bolter rounds then slammed into Angron's knees, and the immense kinetic energy made the daemon's body shake violently.
Guilliman seized the opportunity, emerging from the shadows, and delivered a powerful sword strike towards Angron's neck.
"Ahhh!"
Feeling the danger, Angron hastily turned his head, using his massive demonic horns to block the fatal sword strike.
But the immense force and the constant harassment caused Angron to be slammed into the muddy ground by this sword strike, his knees heavily kneeling in the swamp.
He... actually knelt?
Angron was momentarily stunned, followed by an intense feeling of humiliation!
He actually knelt before mere Roboute!
"Ahhhhh, Roboute!!!" Angron's body convulsed violently, and even the Butcher's Nails on his forehead erupted with blinding red light due to this strong emotional fluctuation, as if they would overload and explode at any moment!
With a power like a flash flood, Angron, kneeling on the ground, slowly began to stand up, enduring the suppression of three Guardians and a Primarch.
"I—will—kill—you!!!"
Guilliman's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected Angron to still be able to unleash such immense power, making it difficult to suppress him for a moment!
The three Guardians were in the same predicament.
Power glaives, Guardian Spears, and even adamantium greatshields could not suppress the enraged Angron.
Just then, Emrys, who had been charging for a long time but couldn't find an opportune moment, finally got his chance.
"Get—down—on—your—knees!!!"
Rumble!!!
The psychic energy of the Warp surged and roared, transforming into pure gravity, slamming down hard on Angron, forcing his recently raised knees to once again crash into the mud!
Bang!
The daemon's knees slammed into the mud.
Filthy mud splashes, mixed with foul blood, splattered onto Angron's face. The immense pressure on his body made him feel as if every inch of his bones, flesh, and the servo-systems of his armor were wailing!
But what Angron found unacceptable was that his noble knees had once again knelt before the person he hated most!
Angron's blood-red eyes, filled with undisguised malice and terrifying murderous intent, locked directly onto the culprit.
"Emrys—!!!"
The perfect coordination of the five Guardians, Guilliman's excellent timing, and Emrys' psychic suppression—all three combined barely managed to suppress this perpetually enraged beast.
But this was only temporary.
The holy sword, wreathed in golden flames, violently grated against Angron's demonic horns. The power contained within the essence of Chaos desperately resisted the Emperor's purifying force.
"You ants!!!"
Rage could provide Angron with immense power, and pain would be converted into rage. With the Butcher's Nails and Khorne's blessing, it was practically like stepping on his own right foot with his left, spiraling to the heavens.
Seeing Angron about to break free, Emrys no longer cared about the consequences, and his psychic output surged again!
"Damn it, did I tell you to get up?" Emrys' eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, his psychic energy transforming into an invisible telekinetic force that slammed down like a mountain.
"Get—back—down—on—your—knees!!!"
Boom!!!
Angron's massive demonic body was actually forced into the ground!
"Quick!"
Emrys' forehead bulged with veins, his teeth nearly shattered, and he squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
"I can't hold on much longer!"
Although psychics mostly 'borrow' the psychic energy of the Warp, with the greatest consumption being their own mental power,
However, suppressing a Daemon Primarch was extremely taxing for Emrys.
If the usual frequency of psychic use was like a running faucet, with a large flow but still manageable, then to suppress 'Angron', Emrys felt that his psychic output was like a floodgate opening!
Damn—how can he struggle so much?!
Emrys' face was flushed red, his blood vessels clearly visible, and he even had a nosebleed. His eyes were covered with terrifyingly dense bloodshot lines, clearly a sign that he was nearing his limit.
"Hold on!" Guilliman's eyes flashed.
Emrys' psychic suppression perfectly compensated for the Guardians' weakness, and it created a fleeting, perfect, and deadly window for him!
Angron, constrained by the five Guardians and Emrys' continuous suppression, experienced a very brief moment of paralysis. He couldn't swing his great axes, nor could he dodge!
Pure murderous intent flowed in Guilliman's eyes. The servo-systems of the 'Armor of Fate' responded to the Primarch's will,
Pushing its power to the limit, it emitted roars, like the gears of a colossal machine, unleashing transcendent power.
Boom!
The ground suddenly exploded!
As Guilliman retracted his blade, he further activated the power of the Emperor's blessing stored within this 'holy sword'.
Golden flames surged, and Guilliman raised the holy sword high, as if a miniature, blazing, scorching, dazzling star had been born!
"For—Humanity!"
Guilliman's roar erupted simultaneously with the sword light!
He no longer blocked, no longer dodged.
He poured all of his Primarch power, the sacred will granted by the Emperor, into this single strike.
Buzz—!!!
The blazing golden sword light, transforming into a thunderbolt that pierced heaven and earth, ignored Angron's demonic armor and, with speed beyond thought, precisely stabbed towards Angron's head!
"Ahhh—No!!!"
Angron's face contorted in a grimace, revealing fear for the first time—the fear of death.
He struggled to turn his head a few inches, and it was precisely this few inches of deviation that bought him a sliver of life.
Sacred golden flames, like molten gold, poured directly into Angron's throat. The blade pierced his neck, and the pure flames burned furiously, instantly spreading throughout Angron's entire body. The chaotic runes etched into his soul were also incinerated one by one in the blazing golden flames!
Angron let out a scream of agony, mixed with extreme pain and rage, unlike anything he had ever uttered before!
Even Emrys couldn't continue the suppression.
Including the five Guardians, all were sent flying by Angron's sudden burst of power, and Guilliman's blade swept horizontally, directly severing his neck!
Rip!
Angron's neck was severed by this sword strike, revealing white bones and bloody flesh. Thick demonic blood, mixed with boiling Warp energy, gushed uncontrollably from this blasphemous body!
What gushed from the wound was no longer viscous demonic blood, but boiling Warp energy, burning with scarlet flames!
But these injuries and intense pain did not stop Angron; instead, they completely ignited the eternal rage of Khorne within him!
"Ants! You will all die!!" Angron ignored the fatal wound on his neck, because the Butcher's Nails' currents were violently stimulating every nerve, causing his strength to increase instead of decrease!
"Get out!!!"
He spun fiercely, his great axes sweeping with a space-tearing shriek, knocking away the five Guardians who had rushed back to try and suppress him again!
Then, Angron ignored all attacks, his blood-red eyes fixed on Guilliman, pouring all his destructive will into his next attack!
His massive body suddenly erupted with terrifying speed, enduring the Guardians' suppressing fire and harassment, raising both axes high, and with a suicidal madness, launched a final charge towards Guilliman!
"Roboute—!!!"
He wanted to kill Guilliman!
However, Angron overlooked one person.
Emrys, silent and ghost-like, using the Guardians' cover, successfully ambushed Angron from behind.
"It's over!"
In the depths of Emrys' eyes, golden light burned. At some point, a dark, yet seemingly transparent, long blade had appeared in his hand.
By the time Angron realized something was wrong, it was already too late!
Guilliman lunged forward, cleaving his sword at Angron's neck. This enraged beast, forced to defend, also missed his last chance.
"It's your turn, Emrys—!"
Guilliman roared, and Emrys' dark blade suddenly slashed across Angron's neck!
...
Clang! Clang!
The sound of dragging chains echoed through the dark tunnel.
Every step was accompanied by the grating clang of metal, the chains almost digging deep into the flesh around his ankles.
What's going on?!
Emrys 'woke up' abruptly, finding himself in a tunnel constructed of rock walls.
His ankles were bound by chains, and he even had whip marks in multiple places on his body. A collar around his neck pulled him forward, forcing him to walk on his knees towards the end of the tunnel.
Something was wrong; how did he end up here?!
Emrys was utterly confused. He distinctly remembered using his special ability to sever Angron's throat.
But how could he be here?
However, the electric current from the collar around his neck stung Emrys, forcing him to keep moving forward, his thoughts a complete mess.
"Move faster, beast!"
Suddenly, the overseer behind him cracked an electrified whip.
CRACK!
Electricity sparked, and a bloody whip mark immediately appeared on Emrys' back.
The pain made anger accumulate in Emrys' heart, his muscles spasmed, yet he gritted his teeth and didn't fall, letting out a low growl from his throat.
No, this... this isn't reality!
Emrys clearly realized that this was not real space. He could only grit his teeth and continue forward.
Finally, he emerged from the tunnel. The chaotic sounds suddenly amplified countless times, and as the light pierced his eyes, the deafening roar, like mountains collapsing and seas churning, resounded!
At the same time, a voice filled with mockery and excitement entered Emrys' ears.
"Let us welcome — The Executioner!!!"
"It is the ultimate weapon of the gladiatorial arena, having personally slain three hundred champions!"
"And today, The Executioner's opponent is...: : . The Red Sand daemon, who holds a record of one hundred undefeated battles!!!"
At this moment, Emrys finally adjusted to the dazzling light and clearly saw his location.
A massive circular grandstand surrounded him, packed with countless spectators. In the closest seats, nobles wearing golden masks raised their goblets, watching them in the arena with mocking eyes.
This is... a gladiatorial arena?
The soft yellow sand underfoot, the ubiquitous blood, and the white bones mixed with shattered flesh immediately made Emrys recognize the reality.
But then, from the opposite tunnel, a "Monster" with a terrifying, low panting breath was led out in the same manner.
He was nearly three meters tall, with powerful, knotted muscles, wearing simple black iron armor, gripping a viscous, blood-dripping great axe in each hand. The clearly visible "nails" on his forehead instantly made Emrys recognize his identity!
The Red Sand daemon... is Angron!
This means this is the Nuceria gladiatorial arena of the "past"!
The current Angron had not yet demonized. He looked extremely strong, possessing perfect genes, but he kept his head down, heavy gasps forced through his teeth. The crimson cables of the Butcher's Nails embedded in his skull writhed like living things, and each pulse felt like a red-hot iron awl chiseling into his brain, bringing excruciating pain and endless fury.
?
Seriously, I'm fighting Angron?
Emrys was bewildered. Logically, it shouldn't be like this. How did he end up in the Nuceria gladiatorial arena?
But the problem was, Angron didn't seem to intend to give him time to think.
When the collar around his neck was unfastened, the heavy chains clattered into the yellow sand, and the bloody, brutal gladiatorial combat began!
Angron let out a hoarse roar and charged with extreme speed.
Emrys didn't even have time to react before he felt the heavy armor on his body dented by the screaming great axe, and he was sent flying backward as if hit by a car, crashing hard into the yellow sand.
"Is this the so-called 'Executioner'?"
"Too weak! Too weak!"
"Fix!"
At this moment, the spectators in the stands angrily threw everything they had at 'The Executioner,' venting their fury.
They talked him up so much before the match, and then he almost got killed right at the start?
Emrys, lying in the yellow sand, also realized from the intense pain in his body that this was definitely not a 'hallucination.' If he were killed by Angron here, then his real-world self would likely die too!
In that case.
Emrys immediately picked up his weapon, also a chain axe.
The crimson storm savagely cleaved towards the charging Angron. The strength of this body far exceeded Emrys' imagination, or perhaps Angron had not yet fully awakened his Primarch essence, causing him to be directly smashed away by the axe.
But before Angron could get up, Emrys, controlling 'The Executioner,' once again furiously suppressed him like a dark daemon.
Axe after axe!
Completely tireless, he poured all his pent-up fury onto the still-young Angron.
CRACK!
Angron's axe blade shattered instantly.
A gruesome wound was torn across his chest, blood splattering onto the yellow sand of the arena.
"Die—!!!" Emrys swung the massive axe blade, mercilessly striking at Angron.
But, just then.
Angron, who should have been utterly defenseless, suddenly had his muscles swell, veins coiling like enraged dragons.
He actually grabbed the axe blade Emrys brought down with his bare hands. Even though all five of his fingers were crushed, he held on with a death grip.
"I... will never die here!"
Angron roared ferociously, the Butcher's Nails sparking with crimson lightning.
At this moment, his strength suddenly doubled. He actually shattered the great axe with sheer force and then violently headbutted Emrys.
BOOM!
The armor shattered and flew apart from the impact.
Angron seized this gap, flipped over, leaped onto 'The Executioner's' back, and with his remaining strength, violently punched through his chest. Five bloody fingers forcefully ripped out an energy core from his chest!
Sizzle!
Angron violently crushed the energy core, roaring madly at the spectators in the stands.
"Next one!!!"
Meanwhile, Emrys' vision gradually blurred as he felt his soul being drawn out.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in the real world, it was only a thousandth of a second.
However, for both parties who had experienced that extremely fantastical Nuceria arena and engaged in a life-and-death struggle, it felt incredibly long.
"Nnnngh AAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Suddenly, Angron let out a piercing wail that transcended the limits of what the material universe could bear, reaching directly to the soul!
In fact, even Guilliman wasn't entirely sure what Emrys' 'ability' truly was.
But out of his Primarch instincts and trust in his 'father,' he believed Emrys could end the life of this pathetic beast.
In an instant, Angron's body was like a lit powder keg. Violent, crimson energy, mixed with the golden Emperor's fire, erupted from his demonically scarred body like a bursting dam!
His demonic body and form, reshaped by the Chaos Gods of the Warp, violently twisted and swelled.
Becoming extremely unstable, like a humanoid bomb ready to explode at any moment, wantonly unleashing furious Warp energy and the terrifying power of the Blood God. Even every inch of the surrounding space seemed to tremble under the impact of this power.
And the Butcher's Nails embedded in Angron's brain let out an ear-splitting overload shriek at this moment.
His massive, blasphemous body was like a runaway, berserk machine, flesh proliferating in a disgusting manner, making the already hideous Angron even more repulsive. The wantonly "Swelling" flesh was even rapidly eroding the surrounding ground and space.
Seeing this, even the Primarchs didn't understand what was happening to Angron.
Guilliman suddenly acted. From the wildly proliferating, swelling, repulsive 'flesh,' he grabbed Emrys, who had no time to escape, and pulled him out. But at the same time, the arm covered by his Fate Armor was also consumed by the metal of this 'flesh.'
"Withdraw quickly!"
Guilliman roared, pulling Emrys back at top speed.
Only after they had pulled back to a safe distance of tens of meters did he have time to examine the part of his arm that had just been corroded by 'flesh and blood'.
He saw that the metal on the arm of the armor, which Archmagos Cawl had crafted for him, had been completely stripped away, revealing the internal servo systems and cables.
In just a few seconds, this top-tier 'power armor' had been corroded to such a state… Guilliman's heart sank slightly. If he hadn't reacted quickly, what was being devoured now would not have been just this small area.
The five Custodians also reacted very quickly. The moment Guilliman shouted, they immediately split up and retreated.
At this moment, with Angron's massive and blasphemous body as the center, the surroundings were filled with 'swelling' and 'distorted' flesh. Scarlet energy flowed and burned like viscous blood. Only from that huge, disgusting 'mass of flesh' could one barely make out a blurry face filled with rage, and Khorne's Blood Skull mark flickered in and out of existence in the void.
"What on earth happened?" Guilliman could not understand the scene before him and could only look at the still-shaken Emrys, hoping that this miraculous boy could offer some explanation.
"I… I…."
Emrys' mental space was still being scorched by that bloody mark.
Even the originally dim 'Khorne's Eightfold Blessing' tattoo on his body became increasingly prominent, as if it had been burned by flames.
"I… went to… Nuceria…" He bit his lip with difficulty, enduring the erosion in his mental domain, and said intermittently.
"I almost… killed him… but… I was stopped…"
Stopped?
Went to… Nuceria?
These two sentences deepened Guilliman's confusion, but seeing Emrys' mental state, he did not press further.
Angron did not die.
As Khorne's chosen, he could not be completely annihilated.
Or rather, Khorne could not accept losing Angron at the same time as failing to capture 'Emrys' on Dragon Forest world.
But the severe injuries Angron suffered were unprecedented!
This time, it even surpassed the pain he had experienced before, when the Emperor himself had carved holy fire into his soul.
The blow Emrys struck at Angron from the "past" was reflected on Angron's body in the "future."
"EMRYS!!!"
From within that twisted, swollen mountain of flesh, Angron's barely discernible face, with eyes wide in fury, let out the most hateful roar and curse of his life.
"I will kill you! Kill you! Kill you!!!"
Finally, the swollen mass of flesh exploded with a roar, carrying a terrifying Warp storm that corrupted the surrounding tens of meters of space.
In terms of outcome, Angron was 'expelled'.
This severe injury completely destroyed Angron's demonic body. The Blood God would take a long time to repair and reshape Angron's demonic form, and he was destined to need a long time before he could return to the real universe.
Guilliman looked at the bloody sludge left after Angron's explosion and fell into deep silence.
In the eerie stillness and brief silence, there was only the sizzling sound of lava scorching the ground and the dense gunfire of bolters not far away.
But soon, Guilliman turned his gaze to the figure standing before them.
It was Custodian Captain Victor. He dragged his heavily injured body and, when Angron exploded, shielded the Primarch and Emrys from the terrifying storm.
But the cost was equally severe. Victor knelt on one knee, his adamantium shield severely deformed, almost beyond repair.
His golden power armor was covered with deep dents and marks from chainaxe cuts. Smoke billowed from several joint systems, clearly indicating severe internal damage, but fortunately… these injuries were not fatal.
The other four Custodians quickly gathered around, vigilantly observing their surroundings while checking Victor's injuries.
"Captain Victor…" Guilliman's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed Victor's injuries, his voice somewhat low.
"No need to worry, lord Regent, this is my duty," Victor tried to stand, but the power armor's servo system was severely damaged, forcing him to kneel again. His calm voice, accompanied by metallic friction, came from the damaged speaker.
"It's a pity… your meticulous deployment ultimately allowed that beast to escape."
"No, this result is enough."
Guilliman, however, did not think so. He scanned the battlefield and said calmly, "We have dealt with the Chaos Warmaster and removed this cancerous growth for the Imperium. As for Angron…"
He paused, and it finally turned into a sigh.
Perhaps, as 'Father' said, before the correct time node, all of this would never end.
He had put all his effort into designing this ambush.
It could even be said that, apart from the 'Lion' who should have arrived but failed to appear in time, all the conditions were met, but in the end, it was a near lady.
At this moment, the Ultramarines, Dark Angels, and Blood Angels, including tens of thousands of Astra Militarum, Mechanicus forces, Holy Terra Auxiliary forces, etc., had completed their east-west advance on the battlefield, and the Daemon legions had completely become lambs to the slaughter within the encirclement!
Angron's retreat, the tragic death of the Daemon Prince, the beheading of the Chaos Warmaster, the defeat of the space fleet…
Thanks to all these factors, the Chaos forces on the surface of Dragon Forest world also fell into decline, beyond redemption.
But Guilliman's mood did not relax; instead, it grew heavier. He suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the smoke-filled, polluted atmosphere, staring intently at the massive, scarred fortress-monastery in orbit above.
Guilliman, of course, knew about Emrys' transaction with the 'Chaos Creator'.
It was precisely because of the 'Chaos Creator's' interference that their Indomitus Crusade fleet was able to successfully pass through the Warp barrier and arrive at the Dragon Forest world battlefield so quickly, but trading with such entities… was tantamount to playing with fire.
So the question arose: in the current situation, with Chaos' defeat already decided, how would Vashtorr react?
Guilliman believed that this cunning, treacherous Chaos demigod would never pin his hopes on the Imperium of Man's flexible moral baseline.
Morality?
Excuse me, the Imperium of Man never talks about morality with Chaos.
As for any transactions or agreements, that's even more of a joke. Go ask the Lion; see how he would reply to you?
Guilliman guessed that he would most likely just give him a sword.
Coupled with the fact that the Lion, who should have rushed to the battlefield, ultimately failed to arrive, the Primarch already had a few guesses in his heart.
If he was not mistaken, the Lion should now be in the 'Fortress of the Unforgiven' (The Rock), discussing the ownership of the 'key' with the Chaos Creator, 'Vashtorr'.
"Notify, immediately assemble the troops!"
Guilliman gripped the Emperor's holy sword, his voice returning to its usual steady and cold tone, carrying an undeniable resolve.
"Access the highest command sequence of the Dragon Forest world battlefield. In the name of the Regent, purge the remaining enemies!"
The Custodians were silent, all but one.
The heavily injured Custodian Captain Victor fixed his gaze on the almost unconscious Emrys.
"Lord Regent, may I…" He hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Have a private word with him?"