The burning sword cleaved down, and the daemon subconsciously raised its weapon to try and block, but the weapon was instantly severed, and a burning arm, engulfed in blood-red flames, was also cut off.
Even if they were once human, after ascending to daemonhood and gaining the favor of the Chaos Gods, they would receive unimaginable blessings, possessing terrifying strength and bodies far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Guilliman didn't know how many human planets this fellow had slaughtered and how many skulls he had contributed to Khorne, the Blood God, over the past ten thousand years to earn Khorne's favor and be elevated from human to a greater daemon of the Warp.
No matter how numerous the Astra Militarum, composed of ordinary people, they would find it very difficult to defeat a traitor who had ascended to daemonhood.
Even the Space Marines, hailed as the Emperor's Angels, require the assistance of a psychic Librarian to kill a daemon.
Among the many Imperial forces, only when the Grey Knights, specifically tasked with fighting daemons, are deployed, would the casualty ratio not be so horrifying.
The terror of a greater daemon is unimaginable; powerful Tzeentch daemons can even affect entire star systems, extinguishing stars.
If a daemon of this level appears on any planet, an exterminatus order can basically be approved.
An exterminatus order is when the Imperial Navy uses weapons like Cyclone Torpedoes and Lance Beams to perform a physical 'purification' of an unsalvageable planet, bombarding it until not a single blade of grass remains on the surface before stopping.
One can imagine the power and terror of a greater daemon of the Warp.
Even Saints blessed with the Emperor's power must be fully prepared, otherwise, they could very likely be defeated.
Yet, before Guilliman, a greater daemon of the Warp was so frail, utterly insignificant.
With just a single strike, he had severed the opponent's arm and severely wounded the opponent using the holy power of the Sword of the Emperor.
No matter how the daemon roared in fury, it could not undo the fact that its weapon and arm had been severed by a single sword strike.
The daemon's tawny eyes showed disbelief; being severely wounded by a single blow made it question its existence.
Was this guy really someone who had slept for ten thousand years and had just woken up??
Even if a Primarch was formidable, surely they weren't this formidable??
He was an ancient relic who had lived through the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago, and later, following his gene-father - Angron's betrayal of the Imperium and defection to the Chaos Gods, he had fled with other Legions to the Eye of Terror after the failure of the Battle of Terra led by Horus.
Even though he hadn't encountered any ascended Primarchs or fought against loyalist Primarchs during these ten thousand years.
But his memory couldn't be wrong.
The Primarchs from ten thousand years ago did not possess the power to severely wound a greater daemon of the Warp with a single blow.
Celestine, Amareich, and others were also shocked by Guilliman's performance.
Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, after all, he was the Emperor's son and possessing great power was normal, but this scene was simply too terrifying!!
Severely wounding a greater daemon of the Warp with one blow.
Guilliman's power was not just the inherent strength of a Primarch; it was also bolstered by the power of human faith collected for him by the Regalia of the Emperor.
The more beings who trusted and worshipped him, the stronger the power he could command.
It was akin to a legendary deity; the more faith they received, the more explosive their combat power.
After Guilliman stepped onto the battlefield, the Imperial soldiers who knew of his return were all screaming with excitement.
His name spread among the terrified civilians, and everyone regarded him as the salvation sent by the Emperor.
Even though the planet Macragge had largely fallen into the hands of Chaos forces, there were still millions of soldiers and billions of Imperial civilians.
The support these people gave him was incredibly formidable, making it extremely easy to confront a greater daemon.
Khorne, the so‑called bloodthirsty god, is the weakest of the four? Tsk. I doubt your master fares any better. You should talk to Slaanesh's acolytes, their graceful, effeminate motions will cut you down faster than your brute force ever could.
Guilliman mocked the opponent, causing the Greater daemon whose arm he had severed to roar continuously, enraged to the extreme.
Slaanesh is the Chaos God of Pleasure and the being most hated by the Chaos God - Khorne.
Guilliman's words were equivalent to suggesting that a tough, iron-blooded man give up training and wear a magical girl battle suit instead, claiming it would be more lethal.
It was truly killing and striking at the heart, infuriating the daemon to the point where it wanted to eat him alive.
Unfortunately, its weapon had been severed, and even as a greater daemon of the Warp, it was difficult to withstand a Primarch's attack, being forced back by Guilliman's two consecutive strikes.
Several chaos warriors attempted to attack and rescue the greater daemon, but Guilliman swept his sword horizontally, the Sword of the Emperor slicing through their bodies, cutting their armor, which had soaked in the Eye of Terror for ten thousand years and grown flesh and eyes, into two.
"Why aren't you talking? You beings from the Warp are supposed to be quite talkative, aren't you? You frail gnats."
Guilliman approached the greater daemon he had severely wounded step by step, his tone laced with mockery.
The Emperor's Holy Sword in his hand flared with golden flames, becoming increasingly brilliant and radiating a sacred aura.
Looking at the Primarch slowly approaching him, the daemon was filled with rage, but could only roar in impotent fury.
He was no match for Guilliman; the other party was merely humiliating him, which was why he hadn't delivered a killing blow immediately.
Guilliman had even called him a gnat, a term he always used for humans. Every time he entered the material universe, he would contemptuously utter this phrase to the human warriors who tried to Expulsion him.
Now, the same words were returned to him, and one can imagine how humiliating that was.
"You will pay the price, the Gods will watch you, Roboute Guilliman, what do you think you can accomplish?? Your return is merely a game to excite the Gods, you can change nothing. Nothing!"
Before the greater daemon could finish speaking, Guilliman swung the Sword of the Emperor, severing the daemon's head.
The massive head rolled on the ground a few times, finally stopping next to a Deprecated hoverbike.
Villains talk too much. They are about to die, yet they still focus on uttering threats.
Guilliman bent down, picked up the daemon's head, and held it up.
Seeing the greater daemon of the Warp defeated, countless soldiers, Macragge Guard, and Space Marines erupted in cheers.
Even Celestine, Amalrich, and others showed expressions of excitement.
Greater daemons of the Warp were enemies they found difficult to confront.
Yet, the resurrected Primarch had beheaded it in a few moves and taken it as a trophy.
This invincible act of slaying a Warp daemon made all the soldiers believe that Guilliman was a gift from the Emperor, returned to their side to save the Imperium and humanity that were on the verge of falling into the abyss.
With the greater daemon killed by the resurrected Primarch, the morale of the Chaos forces directly collapsed; there was no longer any semblance of organized resistance.
The morale of the counter-attacking Human Imperial forces, however, soared due to Guilliman's return. They shouted slogans and oaths, charging at the enemy.
Not a single human traitor or Chaos daemon would leave their home alive; all invaders must pay the price.
The battle in orbit near Macragge was also affected by the ground situation; the Imperial Fleet, learning of the Primarch's return and the defeat of the Chaos forces on the surface, saw their morale greatly boosted. Simultaneously, reinforcements from other Chapters arrived at this moment.
Accompanied by flashes of intense light, majestic warships emerged from the void Warp routes, entering the material universe and launching attacks on the Chaos Fleet.
The Chaos Fleet was routed repeatedly; realizing their mission had failed, they could only choose to withdraw. However, the Imperial Fleet held on tightly, vowing to annihilate them all there.
Ultimately, only a few fortunate Chaos vessels managed to escape the gravitational pull of the star system, tearing open the veil of reality and fleeing into the Warp.
The fires of war subsided, and Macragge had suffered unprecedented losses.
In the space battlefield, wreckage burned everywhere, and cold corpses lay among it.
Rescue and cleanup efforts quickly commenced.
The destruction on the surface was equally severe; Macragge Civitas had become ruins, with countless dead and injured.
Compared to these heavy losses and injuries, people still felt that everything was worth it.
They had welcomed back a lord Primarch; the dark universe was no longer without hope.
Space Marines, Astra Militarum, PDF, and countless civilians, filled with excitement, poured in from all directions.
They shouted Guilliman's name and sang hymns praising the Emperor to express the excitement in their hearts.
The war had originally entered a definite disadvantage, but with Guilliman's resurrection, they easily defeated the invading daemons and traitors.
Everyone cheered Guilliman's name.
Ten thousand years of dark struggle had finally brought them the guidance of a great soul.
Guilliman was this great soul, whether they were planetary nobles in fine clothes or civilians in rags.
The survivors came from all over the planet and from other planets in the Macragge system.
When Guilliman, clad in blue power armor, walked down from the battlefield, he was met by overwhelming cheers, like a tsunami.
Everyone looked at Guilliman with excitement in their eyes. Some women holding children couldn't help but cry, holding their children high, hoping their children could see this savior from myth.
Calgar directed the Ultramarines to form a cordon with their bodies for their gene-father, otherwise, he would surely have been surrounded and overwhelmed by the fervent populace.
"Everyone is cheering, they hope that you, as the Emperor's son, can save them from this eternal war."
Saint Celestine stood beside Guilliman.
As a follower of the Emperor, she had the right to stand beside a Primarch.
"It is precisely for this that I have awakened," Guilliman responded calmly.