Chapter 679 Doomsday Storm: Brothers From the Past

The rumbling sound of machinery echoed endlessly on the battlefield. Guilliman sat in a Land Speeder and sped forward. He looked out the window at the dusty battlefield and couldn't help but recall the first time he entered the battlefield. That was before the Empire found him, on Ultramar, when he was fifteen years old and persuaded his father, Connor, his real father, to let him go to the battlefield.

His father told him not to be afraid, and his adoptive mother gave him a kiss to make him fearless and brave like everyone in the Guilliman family.

But he was still afraid, listening to the screams of the wounded, watching the spears pierce the human body, feeling the hot blood mixed with the sand, covering his entire face, so that he couldn't distinguish between the enemy and us on the battlefield.

Unknown to others, Guilliman is also afraid now. He sits in Landry, surrounded by his guards and steps into the battlefield, but what he fears is not blood and swords, not death and screams. He is not that child anymore. The Macragge child named Robert Guilliman has long gone.

The one left now is Robert Guilliman, called the Primarch. He is the hope of the Empire, and perhaps the last hope. The heavy pressure makes him breathless. That is what scares him. Too much hope, too many demands, and now he has to face another hope, his brother.

Although Vito told him that the man is no longer his brother, Guilliman does not know that during the rebellion, he actually did not see too many brothers who betrayed the party. There were only Lorgar, Angron, and Curze. He had never seen other brothers. He was always glad that he did not see them.

Because of this, in his mind, they are still his brothers. In his memory, there are only those friendly faces. Even Mortarion, Guilliman has never had any real malice towards this brother who is determined to science and has similar ideas to himself, and now... He is afraid that this memory will be completely torn apart.

He doesn't know how this brother who once despised the secrets of sorcery and the brother who took the Imperial Truth as his life creed has come to this point. How did they come to this point, brothers fighting and killing each other...

"Lord Guilliman, the Marshal's troops have opened a breakthrough. He said that the enemy's counterattack has been thwarted and our way to the destination has been opened." Sicarius, who was also in Landry, came close and said. He sat next to Guilliman. He was always by Guilliman's side and did not allow anyone to take away the position closest to the Primarch.

Guilliman certainly knew his pride and arrogance. He was neither blind nor deaf. He knew Sicarius's character, but he was an outstanding warrior, and these pride and arrogance would become the fuel that made him unstoppable on his way forward, so Guilliman took him with him. In the next reunion of brothers, there would only be a confrontation between him and Mortarion. Sicarius would ensure that no one would disturb the brothers who reunited after ten thousand years.

"Very good, order the commandos on the left and right wings to follow us and break through the collapsed front line. We have only one goal, that is, the enemy leader. Don't worry about the rest. Leave it to the Marshal and his troops." Guilliman gave the order loudly. He used that voice to cover up the anxiety and fear in his heart, and it worked as always.

No one would doubt that the Primarch would worry, and no one would think that the Primarch would have those negative emotions. He was perfect, and he could only be perfect, a god, not a human. The Ultramarines were inspired, and everyone shouted enthusiastically. They were proud to be able to enter the battlefield side by side with their father, and they had no regrets in death.

The same shout echoed in the communication channel. In that voice, the Land Speeder broke through the smoke and fog, leaping over the deep trenches and trenches. The magnetic levitation engine raised more sand and soil than before near the ground, mixed with a large number of burning and blasted human bodies.

The Lander was speeding on the charred land, followed by its escort. Six Landers lined up in a row, forming an echelon and roaring forward.

Guilliman could not see everything in the depths around him. The thick fog blocked everything he could see. Only those hunched and broken silhouettes stood in the fog. They were the broken phantoms left by the bombing, like a monument, describing the facts of this tragic battle.

Suddenly, rumbling footsteps sounded from the sea of ​​fog. Guilliman immediately noticed him and followed the sound. The sound was getting closer and closer. As its footsteps became deeper and heavier, a huge shadow appeared in the fog. It rushed over. Guilliman looked carefully and saw that it was a demon engine.

Khorne's war beast appeared on the battlefield between Nurgle and the Empire. The roaring mechanical giant bull rushed over. Its thick forelimbs were as strong as gorillas. Blazing fire erupted from its face, as well as its back and all exposed parts of its body. The pair of giant arms supported the huge body and slammed into Rand from the side. Countless firepower tried to intercept it, but to no avail.

The iron bull knocked Rand over, and Guilliman was thrown out. He came outside, and more iron bulls knocked over all the remaining Rands. The roaring demon engine raised its forelimbs and beat its chest, and the flames gushing out from its back in the roar.

That flame is a bright beacon, guiding those who seek the goal in the dark fog, and they are already here. The Death Guard rebel Space Marines appeared at the same time as the World Eaters. They broke out of the fog, especially the World Eaters. Roaring like crazy, he pounced on the Ultramarines who had just stood up.

The members of Guilliman's guard knelt on the ground and raised their swords to block the chain axe. The World Eater hooked the sword with the end of the ax and threw it away. Then he split the Ultramarine's head with the ax. .

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice..." He didn't finish what he said, and he would never finish, because his head flew out, and the one who beheaded him was Guilliman. The original body held the holy sword in his hand and turned. Turning around to face the oncoming traitors, they were once brothers, but now they were ruthless and merciless in their attacks on the Ultramarines.

Guilliman now truly understands that brotherhood has long since disappeared, and he should no longer have any illusions. With such sadness and more anger, Guilliman strode forward and cut off World Eater with a sweeping sword. By.

The Ultramarines regained their strength, and under the leadership of Mikael, they rushed forward and fought with the traitors around the original body. Chainsaws roared and explosive bombs lit up dazzling fire at close range. The battlefield was still the same battlefield. No matter how it changes, whether it's swords fighting or guns firing, it's still it.

Listening to those screams and moans, Guilliman thought of many things. He didn't know why he thought about it more now than at any time in the past. He recalled the memory of when he first arrived on Terra, the first time in the arena of the royal palace. Once I met the brothers, everyone was gearing up. The irritable brothers jumped into the arena first to show off.

Angron versus Dorne, extreme fury versus cold reason, Magrus' psychic power and Halifax's magic burst out with dazzling light, the phoenix and the angel danced like the most beautiful dancers in the arena As the battle continues, no matter how brutal it is, as night falls, everyone will gather in the banquet hall again, drinking and talking as if nothing happened.

What a beautiful memory, what a beautiful era, but all of it was in vain, caused by chaos and traitors. Guilliman's thoughts suddenly burst out here, and his nostalgia turned into anger. He roared and rushed towards The demon engine kept slashing along the way, killing World Eaters and Death Guards one by one.

He pierced the head of the Death Guard blocking the way with his sword, and threw it away to rush towards the Daemon Engine. The huge monster of Khorne also turned around and rushed towards the original body. The two giants were on the battlefield. The two fought together, and Guilliman grabbed the Daemon Engine's arm and tore it off with a fury even greater than his own.

Guilliman used the Demon Engine's own arm to slap it hard on the face, interrupting the Demon Engine's roar. Guilliman did not stop, and he thrust the holy sword into the gap in the Demon Engine's chest. There, fueled by rage, the Primarch ripped open the Daemon Engine's chest with his bare hands.

The flames of the explosion spurted out from the crack, and Guilliman's bolt gauntlet stabbed into the demon engine's chest. He shattered the demon engine's back with continuous fire. Flames gushed out like blood. The tall steel giant He struggled and fell to the ground.

Guilliman breathed heavily, looking at the dead demon engines in the place, and then raised his head to face the remaining demon engines. They roared and exploded their claws at Guilliman, but the moment before they launched their attack, A burst of rapid fire destroyed them, and a Titan emerged behind Guilliman as he charged into the battlefield.

"Lord Primarch, we are here to support you, please get out of there...wait, what is this?" The Titan pilot's voice changed from pride to fear, and a cloud of mist rose from under its feet, swallowing up the entire world in the blink of an eye. Titan, in the screams mixed with interference noise, the Titan collapsed.

Its body was corroded, and the metal melted and flowed down from the steel frame. The frame also broke in an instant, and the Titan collapsed on the battlefield.

The mist swept over, and he gradually rose around Guilliman, isolating everything around him, except for one person. He walked over, following the familiar respirator in his heavy footsteps. Voice.

"Mortarion."

"Hello, brother." In the poisonous fog, the bright white figure spread its wings behind him and said with gloomy joy and passion. This was a reunion of brothers.