Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor - #698 - Chapter 679 Doomsday Storm: Brothers from the Past

The rumbling roar of machinery echoed on the battlefield. Guilliman was sitting in a Land Speeder and moving at high speed. He looked out the window at the dusty and smoky battlefield, and couldn’t help but recall what he looked like when he first entered the battlefield. That was before the Empire found him, on Ultramar, when he was fifteen years old and convinced his father, Konno, his real father, to let him go to the battlefield for the first time.

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

But he was still afraid, listening to the screams of the wounded who fell to the ground, watching the spears piercing the human body, feeling the hot blood mixed with the sand, covering the entire face, making it impossible for him to distinguish on the battlefield. The feeling of panic and uneasiness between ourselves and the enemy.

Unknown to everyone, Guilliman is also afraid now. He is sitting in Landry, surrounded by his own guards and stepping into the battlefield. But what he is afraid of is not blood and swords, not death and screams. He is not that The child was born, and the child of Macragge named Robert Guilliman was long gone.

The one who remains now is Robert Guilliman, known as the original body. He is the hope of the empire, and perhaps the last hope. The heavy pressure makes him breathless. That is what scares him, too Too many hopes, too many demands, and now I have to face another hope I once had, my brother.

Although Vitor told himself that that man was no longer his brother, Guilliman didn’t know that during the rebellion, he actually didn’t see many brothers who betrayed Fang, only Lorgar, Angron, and Curze That’s all, he has never seen the other brothers. He is always glad that he has not seen them.

Because of this, in his mind, they were still his brothers. In his memory, there were only those friendly faces. Even Mortarion, Guilliman had never had any sympathy for this brother who believed in science and had similar ideas to his own. There had been any real malice, and still…he was afraid that the memory would be completely torn apart.

He didn’t know how this brother who once despised the secrets of witchcraft, who took the truth of the empire as his life creed, got to where he is now, how they got to where they are now, brothers fighting against each other 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 path to the destination has been opened.” Sicarius, who was also in Landry, came closer and said, he was sitting He was always at Guilliman’s side and would not allow anyone to take away the position closest to the Primarch.

Of course Guilliman knows about his pride and arrogance. He is not blind or deaf. He knows Sicarius’s nature, but he is an outstanding warrior, and these pride and arrogance will become obstacles on his way forward. His unstoppable fuel, so Guilliman took him with him. In the next reunion of the brothers, there will only be a confrontation between Sicarius and Mortarion, and he will ensure that no one will disturb the pair after thousands of years. Brothers reunited.

“Very good, order the commandos on the left and right wings to follow us and break through the collapsed front. We have only one target, and that is the enemy’s leader. Leave the rest alone and leave it to the Marshal and his troops.” Guilliman said loudly. He gave the order, and 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 was worried, no one would think that the Primarch had those negative emotions. He was perfect, he could only be perfect, a god, not a man. The Ultramarines were inspired, and everyone Screaming passionately, they were proud to enter the battlefield side by side with their father and die without regrets.

The same shout also echoed in the communication channel. In the sound, the Land Speeder broke through the smoke and fog, leaped over the deep trenches and trenches, and the maglev engine raised its power closer to the ground than ever before. More sand, mixed with a large amount of burned and blown human bodies.

Rand was galloping on the charred land, with its escort behind it. Six Rands were lined up in a row, roaring towards the front in an echelon.

Guilliman couldn’t see everything in the depths around him. The thick fog blocked everything he could see. Only those rickety and broken silhouettes stood in the fog. They were broken phantoms left behind by the bombing, such as Like a monument, it describes the facts of this tragic war.

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

The war beast of Khorne appeared on the battlefield between Nurgle and the Empire. The roaring mechanical bull rushed over, its thick forelimbs as strong as a gorilla, blazing fire erupted from its face, and its back and All the exposed parts of the 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 over Rand, 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. Thin flames shot out from its back as it roared.

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. They were like 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 an axe. .

“Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice…” He didn’t finish what he said, and he wouldn’t finish it, 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 ever before. He recalled the memory of when he first arrived on Terra, and for 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, when 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 exploded 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, threw it away and rushed towards the Daemon Engine. The behemoth of Khorne also turned around and rushed towards the original body. The two giants were on the battlefield. They 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, the giant Titan collapsed amid screams mixed with disturbing noises.

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.