Guilliman's voice was steady, filled with irresistible authority.
The daemon was roaring.
Everyone could hear the daemon's scream, not fatal, but extremely piercing.
Clovis could too.
He could even clearly hear what Antar was yelling.
Antar was screaming a name, the Cursed One, repeating it constantly, the Cursed One, the Cursed One, the Cursed One.
The screaming was filled with fear and unease.
Clovis had never seen such a situation.
Since being sealed in the Black Sword by the Grey Knights at heavy cost, he had always been wantonly mocking.
He constantly tried to tempt every Grey Knight guarding the Black Sword, trying to break free from the seal's restraint.
This kind of fear was being displayed for the first time.
Clovis looked at the Primarch, a hint of astonishment appearing on his face.
As expected of the Emperor's son, even those arrogant, overbearing daemons feared his existence.
"What do you want to know? Son of the Cursed One." A voice came from the Black Sword; the heavily wounded and terrified Antar finally realized who was holding the sword.
It was the Primarch, who had long been mythologized and forgotten, the Emperor's son containing the power of the Cursed One.
Antar had not returned to the Warp for a long time.
He knew very little about the material universe.
Clovis also never spoke to him, and Antar had no way to read his memories.
Otherwise, he would never have been arrogant enough to act so wildly in front of a Primarch.
These terrifying beings were far from as simple as they looked.
They possessed the essence of the Warp; once they embraced the Warp, they would gain power surpassing other daemons.
"What do you know? daemon? I need to know everything you know," Guilliman said in a deep voice.
"Then what can you give me?" Antar asked.
"Let you live," Guilliman said, bringing the The Emperor's Sword closer, and Antar screamed again.
"You win, Son of the Cursed One, I will tell you everything I know."
Antar accepted this completely unequal trade.
The Emperor's power would completely erase him.
"Very well. Tell Clovis everything you know. Do not try to deceive or beguile him, or else..." Guilliman did not finish the sentence, but Antar couldn't help but tremble.
Guilliman handed the Black Sword back to Clovis. "You have a new task, Clovis. Record everything the daemon tells you. We need to gain some understanding of the Warp."
Clovis wanted to say something.
Understanding the Warp would inevitably carry great risks.
The terror of the Warp was evident to all.
A Primarch's contact with it was not a good thing.
Guilliman did not give him a chance to speak, but instead asked about another matter.
"Celestine said you had very important news to tell me. What is it?" Guilliman asked.
Seeing that Guilliman's mind was made up, and knowing he could never persuade a Primarch to turn back, Clovis could only bow respectfully and say, "We have found Magnus. After the Battle of Fenris, he used the dead to perform a terrible ritual, bringing a planet located in the Eye of Terror to the material realm, specifically his former home, the Prospero system, attempting to repair this planet and establish his twisted psyker empire."
"The Grey Knights and the Dark Angels attempted to form a joint force to stop this terrifying ritual, but ultimately failed. We suffered heavy casualties, yet only managed to heavily wound the enemy, failing to completely expel them. We need your help, Lord."
"Magnus' psyker power is second only to my father's," Guilliman said in a deep voice. "The appearance of the Great Rift has made it even easier for him to wield the power of the aether. I am not surprised by this result. Magnus is indeed a terrible threat, but now is not the best time to deal with him."
"Once he establishes that psyker kingdom, it will inevitably cause unimaginable impact on the Imperium. He will use even more terrifying sorcery to stimulate the psyker evolution of humanity, and by then, humanity will become playthings of the gods," Clovis said.
He was trying to persuade the Primarch to first concentrate the Imperium's strength and crush the threat of Magnus.
In his eyes, Magnus' actions were the greatest threat to the Imperium and to humanity.
"Magnus is not the only traitor who wants to destroy my father's masterpiece. Mortarion and Fulgrim both have their own plans. Acting rashly is not a wise move. Prospero is located in the Impeirum Nihilus, and so far, there is no safe way to cross the Great Rift. Do you think frantically summoning Imperial forces to venture deep into the Imperium Nihilus is truly a good decision?"
Guilliman was not swayed by Clovis' persuasion.
Now was not the best time to confront the traitor Primarchs; building up strength was the way to go.
"I have only been awake for a short time, and the problems of the entire Imperium are so numerous. I must solve them one by one. Otherwise, if we are constantly rushing around, patching up the vast Imperium everywhere, how long can we last?"
"But..." Clovis was not giving up; he still wanted to say something.
"There are no buts, Clovis." Guilliman's expression was solemn. "If you are truly anxious, then stay here and assist me in dealing with these problems, restoring the Imperium to normalcy, and then assembling forces to conquer dark zone and eliminate those damned scum."
"You can also choose to gather a group of people and go solve this problem. In that case, you will find that apart from rushing around, you gain nothing. Chaos is more cunning than we imagine. Sometimes, being able to hold on to what we have is already a rare victory."
Clovis looked at the Primarch's solemn face and finally could only bow his head.
"I am willing to stay and assist you, Lord."
"Very good, Clovis. Never be too hasty, or we will accomplish nothing," Guilliman said.
The Emperor was too hasty, too eager to end humanity's suffering.
As a result, he trapped himself on the Golden Throne.
Undeniably, Slaanesh's awakening brought a brief period of calm to the galaxy, the best phase for the Emperor's Webway project to be implemented.
But he was ultimately too rushed; the conquered worlds were not consolidated, there was no proper aftermath, and the Primarchs were excessively pushed, ultimately leading to the great collapse.
It is important to know that a steady flow is the true way.
He who laughs last, laughs best.
The battle on the surface also ended quickly.
Under the protection of the Scythes of the Emperor and the Ultramarines successor chapters, Konor's industrial world did not suffer too many casualties.
The main factories were also not destroyed.
With the Chaos forces expelled, the Konor system quickly returned to normal production and life.
High Marshal of the Black Templars - Amalrich, Inquisitor Grey, and other Imperial heroes also arrived with their fleets via warp jump.
Using Macragge as their center, they divided into several routes, sweeping away the Chaos forces within Ultramar and restoring tranquility to this star realm.
The first step in confronting Chaos, having a stable rear area, they had achieved.
It was time for the second step.
That was to support the Charradon sector, clearing out the ork warlords and necron dynasties there.
To counter the ork warlords, Guilliman issued a secret order to Cawl to send the upgraded Primaris Space Marines and newly built weapons.