Having fully received the memories of the body, Guilliman could only express his inner thoughts with horror.
In just a short moment, he had understood the entire sequence of events.
He had transmigrated into a nightmarish place, the Imperium of Man in the Warhammer universe.
This universe was a world of ultimate chaos, where the only requirement was survival.
Using any means necessary to keep one's race alive; survival was victory.
Humanity had struggled in space for forty thousand years, experiencing the Golden Age, the Age of Strife, the Long Night, the Great Crusade, the Horus Heresy at the end of the Great Crusade, and finally the Age of the Imperium of Man, which had lasted for ten thousand years.
And now was the most dangerous moment for the Imperium of Man.
The Imperium's main enemy was the Warmaster Abaddon, supported by the four Chaos Gods.
He was responsible for leading the forces of Chaos to constantly invade the material universe, clearing the way for the ultimate destruction of the world by the four Chaos Gods.
The four Chaos Gods were truly terrifying; they were purely conceptual beings, impossible to defeat.
In the ten thousand years of the Imperium's existence, Abaddon had launched twelve Black Crusades, clearing away most of the Blackstone Fortress nodes that restricted the Chaos Gods from entering the material universe.
With the launch of his thirteenth Black Crusade, the most important fortress, Cadia, the most crucial link in the sealing nodes, was also completely destroyed.
The uncontrolled Eye of Terror was now spewing the power of Chaos into the material world, the minions of the Chaos Gods were surging in frantically, sweeping across planets everywhere.
A massive Cicatrix Maledictum had split the Imperium of Man in two, and traces of daemons and traitors had appeared on countless planets.
The Imperium was now like a bleeding giant; if things didn't go well, humanity would soon be finished.
But transmigrating to become Grandpa Blue at this point in time, facing truly terrifying enemies, it was completely a dead end!!
Thinking of this, Guilliman felt a bit of a headache.
It wasn't that he wasn't capable, it was mainly that the enemies were too powerful; he couldn't handle it.
Those traitor Primarchs alone were enough to make him frantic and unable to cope with both ends.
Even worse, behind all this, those damned Chaos Gods were also watching like tigers eyeing their prey.
One wrong move, and it would be over immediately.
The sound of a chainsword activating brought Guilliman back to his senses, looking at the Chaos warriors and daemons in front of him.
It was better to deal with the enemies in front of him first, and then plan what to do later.
Guilliman casually drew the Holy Sword from beside him, and intense flames instantly covered the blade.
This was the Emperor's personal sword, brought along by the Archmagos Cawl, who had a resurrection protocol.
As Guilliman gripped the hilt, the Emperor's Sword also revived, spreading golden-yellow flames that illuminated the golden battlefield.
Having merged the two souls, Guilliman felt that controlling this demigod body had become smoother, filled with endless power.
Combat techniques automatically appeared in his mind as he picked up the sword, giving him an instinctual feeling that he could freely use this body with its surging power.
Guilliman's revival caused both sides engaged in battle to fall into an eerie silence.
The loyalists of the Imperium, the last guardians of humanity, all watched him with ecstatic eyes.
Guilliman's return was like a faint ray of hope suddenly rising in the endless darkness.
In the dark and despairing apocalypse, a faint glimmer of salvation appeared.
The entire hall became completely silent.
Compared to the booming, earth-shaking war outside.
It seemed extremely strange here.
The powerful oppressive aura inherent to a Primarch instilled fear in the daemons and fallen warriors, maintaining a rare silence.
Even after sleeping for ten thousand years, his identity still filled them with immense terror.
Until a scream broke the silence.
A Khorne Berserker covered in bone spurs, wielding a blood-red battle axe, stepped forward.
Under the shocked gaze of his comrades, this fallen warrior serving the Blood God leaped forward, charging directly at the Primarch, attempting to collect the Primarch's soul for his master.
Guilliman moved slightly.
Only the followers of the Death God present, the Eldar warriors known for their speed, saw this lightning-fast strike.
The flaming sword drew a blur in mid-air.
The Berserker was cut in half at the waist, the two parts flying to the ground far away under the force of the blow, making a thudding sound.
The sound of the Chaos warrior's corpse hitting the ground broke the spell of silence.
Death could not make these minions of the Chaos Gods afraid.
Accompanied by earth-shattering roars filled with hatred.
Countless daemons and Chaos warriors charged at Guilliman without regard for their own safety.
They wanted to completely extinguish this awakened Primarch.
The surviving Ultramarines, Black Templars, and Space Marines from other Chapters also roared and charged forward, and the two sides once again engaged in a bloody battle.
Chainswords and power weapons cut through armor and flesh, the hatred between the two sides was so great that only when one side was completely defeated would the war end.
"For Humanity, for the Emperor, for my Father!"
Calgar roared, his power fist violently plunging into a traitor's throat, crushing their armor and throat, letting the foul blood splash onto him.
With Guilliman's revival, they had once again gained the strength to fight against these enemies.
Celestine, with her remaining hand, swung her sword, still muttering prayers.
Her fighting spirit boiled with Guilliman's return, fearless.
The fire of faith once again burned within her.
Turning her into an emissary of the Emperor, reaping the lives of the traitor Space Marines.
The Grand Marshal of the Black Templars Chapter and his surviving comrades also charged, battle cries emanating from their vox-casters, and wherever his sword went, there were corpses scattered everywhere.
With Guilliman joining the battlefield, the loyalists quickly gained the advantage.
The power of a Primarch was unstoppable; anyone who tried to block him would suffer his terrible wrath.
The first to die tragically were the sorcerers who worshipped the corrupted Chaos Gods, for it was their power that had shaken the foundations of the Sanctum.
Giving these daemons a chance to slaughter their way into the Sanctum.
Their arrogant psychic powers were as fragile as thin paper before Guilliman.
Guilliman could easily twist their necks, turning their bodies into fragments with a rain of bolter rounds.
Next were the fallen Space Marines, who were once the protectors of humanity, but had now become humanity's enemies.
Guilliman showed them no mercy, like a god, he charged directly towards them through their fierce gunfire, holding the burning Holy Sword.
A Primarch's reaction speed and strength were far beyond ordinary imagination.
In front of Guilliman, the superhuman reflexes of the fallen Space Marines were not even worth mentioning.
He tore through them like a wolf in a henhouse, and the crazy slaughter began.
With the first swing, a fallen space marine was directly cut in half, his Terminator armor like paper, unable to stop Guilliman for even a second.
With the second swing, a demon was split in half, its cursed blood gushing out, and the Emperor's Sword burned its soul to ashes, leaving it no chance to return to the Warp.
Then came the third swing, the fourth swing, so fast that one could only see blurs.
Guilliman's speed was like lightning, and his participation shifted the tide of the battle towards the loyal defenders.
All the warriors roared, their faces showing excitement.
They gathered around Guilliman, forming an invincible spearhead with him, sweeping away all enemies.
The once powerful daemons and fallen warriors were quickly harvested like weeds before Guilliman.
Guilliman's wrath was like a suppressed volcano suddenly erupting, his eyes filled with tangible anger, wielding the Emperor's Sword, slaughtering every enemy he saw.
Only after slaying the last demon in the Sanctum did Guilliman stop, calming his rage.
Guilliman was just about to sort out everything, to see if he could re-establish communication with the forces on Macragge and retake the planet.
Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in his mind.
**Target detected as qualified, Lord of Dominion template, database, and auxiliary spirit have been activated, please check in time**
**Host can ask questions, the auxiliary AI will answer you as much as possible host.**
This voice made Guilliman pause.
This was his transmigration cheat?
There was still a glimmer of hope, maybe, just maybe, a ten-pull would land him the Saitama template.
Then he'd be knocking out the Chaos Gods with one punch, kicking necrons into scrap, chewing up tyranids for breakfast, and roasting orks on a spit, all in a day's work!
Even the Emperor would totteringly stand up and call him big brother.
"What abilities do you have??" Guilliman asked without any delay.
Transmigrating without a cheat was like Adam without Eve, it was a recipe for disaster.
Understanding the cheat was the first step to defying fate.