Guilliman ran towards Masked Dancer.
Along the way, Slaanesh dancers tried to stop him, but he cut them down one by one with his sword.
Golden flames burned the souls and bodies of these unfortunate individuals to ashes, even depriving them of the chance to return to Slaanesh's domain and revive.
As the Primarch, wielding the Emperor's Sword, was about to close in, Masked Dancer swung her blade, forcing Alex and the others back, and then fled towards the Warp rift.
Masked Dancer clearly understood that the tide had turned, and the Primarch's revival was a foregone conclusion.
Furthermore, with a group of them ganging up on her, a slight misstep would lead to her demise right there.
If she were to be slain by the Emperor's Sword in Guilliman's hand, that would be a true downfall; even the Prince of Pleasure couldn't save her.
There was no need to take such a risk.
Guilliman sighed as he watched the retreating figure of Masked Dancer.
These demons were too cunning and sly; upon seeing him with the Emperor's Sword, they immediately turned and fled, showing no desire to fight.
Honsou, lying in the ruins, turned pale with fright when he saw the Imperial loyalists approaching him.
Fortunately, before the first bolter round hit him, a teleportation flash appeared out of nowhere, engulfing his body.
When the light vanished, Honsou had already returned to the warship in orbit.
Just barely, this infamous bastard warlord would have been left on Macragge forever.
One Demon Prince was tragically killed, and the Slaanesh Greater Demon and Chaos warlord fled.
The Chaos minions, witnessing this scene, were filled with indescribable horror.
The situation had reversed far too quickly.
Just moments ago, they held the upper hand, and the situation could be described as a dragon riding on their faces, making it hard to lose.
Now, they were collapsing like a mountain, finding it hard even to escape.
Alex charged into the enemy ranks, thrusting his spear and slashing with the Holy Judgement Blade.
Before long, he had left a trail of corpses.
The Players also roared and charged alongside Alex.
"In the name of the moon, I will punish you!"
Twisted person, wielding a captured power hammer, smashed an enemy's head.
Not far away, Zigman was also wreaking havoc, relying on the Soulless's unique abilities to harvest those demons.
Other Players followed closely, afraid of killing too few.
They knew these were all contribution points and honor points.
On the other side, Grand Master Woldaes and his companions were dealing with the surviving Chaos Sorcerers.
Although Chaos Sorcerers possessed powerful psychic abilities, they were no match for Woldaes.
Those Chaos Sorcerers summoned black flames and raging thunder, intending to kill Woldaes.
However, Woldaes remained unfazed.
He merely cast a psychic shield, blocking all their attacks.
This scene filled Tenjiro, who was nearby, with envy.
"Is this the power of a Grey Knights Grand Master?"
"When will I be able to grow to this level?"
Woldaes, wielding a halberd covered in lightning, swept through the members guarding the Chaos Sorcerers.
The halberd swept, easily slaying the Chaos traitors, leaving behind shattered corpses and remains wherever it passed.
Watching his companions fall one after another, the last Chaos Sorcerer, clad in Terminator armor, lost his courage.
He shouted for his subordinates to protect him.
As Woldaes slaughtered his subordinates, the Chaos Sorcerer turned to flee.
He hadn't taken many steps when he tragically encountered the enraged Guilliman.
The Primarch stared at the Chaos Sorcerer with eyes full of killing intent and fury, making him tremble.
The Chaos Sorcerer suppressed his fear, chanting strange incantations, intending to cast Warp sorcery against the Primarch.
Whoosh!
A whooshing sound rang out.
The longsword in Guilliman's hand pierced the Chaos Sorcerer's body.
Blazing flames spread outwards from the wound.
"No!" The Chaos Sorcerer's voice was hoarse and desperate.
The golden flames used his body as fuel, burning his ancient armor and decaying flesh like dry fluff.
As the last Chaos Sorcerer fell, the Warp rift closed.
Without the support of Immaterium's power, the demons' bodies exploded one after another, expelled back into the Warp with screams.
The Chaos traitors lost their last reliance.
Realizing this, they turned to flee but were annihilated by the unstoppable Imperial loyalists and Players working together.
Not a single person could leave Hera Fortress alive.
After Alex slew the last Chaos Space Marines in his sight, a golden light screen appeared.
[Congratulations, you have gained experience.
LV13 -> LV14
Skill Learned: Machine Spirit Blessing. Through blessing the Machine Spirit, technological creations can operate despite minor malfunctions.
Skill Learned: War Aura. Within the aura's range, it boosts the morale, attack speed, and strength of allied units. As the user's power increases, the aura's coverage will expand.]
Alex glanced at it, ignoring the War Aura.
He already had many skills that could restore group morale.
War Aura was at best a bonus, nothing significant.
This Machine Spirit Blessing, however, was interesting.
It could allow technological creations to operate despite minor malfunctions.
Isn't this just a watered-down version of the Orks' 'I-think-it-works' power?
Good heavens, not only was he envious of the Orks, but the Emperor was too!
Having this skill indicated that the Emperor had always paid attention to the Orks and even studied them in depth.
Once this 'I-think-it-works' power was acquired, it would be a huge boon for Adeptus Mechanicus Players.
At that time, Imperial starships could truly burn clean water-washed coal.
...
At this moment, the void battlefield also saw a change.
Accompanied by successive flashes, Imperial relief fleets traversed the storm and arrived at Macragge.
Their arrival brought a sigh of relief to the Imperial fleet, which was originally at a disadvantage.
Commander Cervus immediately organized the fleet for a counterattack.
The battlefield situation reversed, and the object of slaughter shifted to the Chaos fleet.
Honsou did not hesitate and immediately ordered a retreat.
One by one, the Chaos vessels withdrew from Macragge's orbit and sailed into deep space.
The loyalist fleet pursued them all the way, and along the way, Chaos warships were continuously destroyed, exploding into fragments that drifted in the void.
The Chaos fleet was only concerned with escaping and offered no resistance.
The Imperial fleet easily slaughtered nearly two-thirds of the enemy's warships and barges.
The remaining Chaos vessels managed to escape into the Warp.
The Imperial Glory's battle record was quite impressive.
It alone destroyed four cruisers, seven frigates, and one small battleship, making it the undisputed MVP of the void battlefield.
Ceruvy of the Ultramar Garrison Fleet looked shocked.
He had served in the navy for so many years and had never seen anyone achieve such a kill count in a single battle.
"Xia·Atat, I truly haven't seen anyone achieve results like yours; it's truly outstanding."
Xia·Atat was a little embarrassed by the praise.
She knew very well that achieving such a battle record wasn't due to her own strength,
but because the machine spirit of this ship was Cortana,
a Star God who had not yet fully matured.
With her help, she was able to achieve such a record.
As the Chaos fleet withdrew, the Battle of Ultramar came to an end.
The Chaos traitors on the ground who couldn't retreat were completely wiped out.
Guilliman's revival stirred up huge waves in the already chaotic Warp, attracting the attention of various factions.
The Dependents of the Dark Gods noticed the Primarch's return.
They shifted their gaze from Alex to Guilliman.
One was merely a Living Saint of the Emperor, while the other was a true Primarch.
The traitor Primarchs also stirred, wanting to strike at their loyalist brother who had returned.
Abaddon, upon receiving the news, was furious.
After learning about the events in the Calixis Sector,
he realized that the Emperor was increasing his interference in the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality).
Therefore, he immediately dispatched more troops, determined to prevent the Primarch's resurrection.
However, it still failed.
With a Primarch returning, who knew how many more variables would arise in his plan to destroy the Imperium.
After the battle, Guilliman silently returned to the temple, allowing no one to follow him.
He needed some time alone to calm his emotions and accept the current situation.
In the Holy Terra (Earth/Reality),
Alex had Cortana upload videos and photos of various battles, including the void naval battle, airborne operations, the defense of Hera Fortress, and the resurrection of Guilliman.
As soon as they were posted, they instantly ignited the chat groups and forums.
Within minutes, the chat groups and forums were flooded with 999+ messages.
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "Killed, all killed .jpg."
Erlonghu Gang Leader: "Gritting my teeth, why couldn't they wait for me to get an internal beta spot before opening a new expansion pack?"
Chosen Llama: "Hahaha, Old Thirteen is broken again and again."
"..."
The Players were all filled with grief and indignation, and various messages rapidly flooded the screen.
"Why are you doing this to me? I haven't even gotten a spot yet, and you've already opened the void battlefield."
"Why is a company updating so frequently? Do they even understand how to make money?"
"Guilliman is already in the game, and I haven't even gotten a spot yet."
"My withdrawal symptoms are getting worse and worse. Can anyone pity me??"
"Why do you tempt us like this, tease us and then run! Do you know how hard it is for us to endure?"
"Open a specialized Warhammer addiction rehabilitation prison club; it would definitely be booming with business now."
"..."
The update of the official website video also caused some waves.
A few days later, an ID named 'Pinocchio vs. Snow White' posted in the group.
"Do you know? Someone who couldn't get an internal beta spot for Warhammer OL directly complained to GW! Now they've issued an announcement."
"Issued an announcement? What announcement?"
Someone asked curiously.
Alex, who was lurking, was also a bit curious,
wanting to see how the GW in Holy Terra (Earth/Reality) would respond to Warhammer OL.
Pinocchio vs. Snow White: "The official statement says that Warhammer OL is a fully realistic virtual game developed by Adeptus Mechanicus under their authorization, with no copyright issues, so you can play with peace of mind."
"And the official announcement also stated that the editorial department and senior management are all on collective leave, going out for inspiration."
His reply quieted the group for a while.
Then, group members continued chatting.
"Collective leave? Going out for inspiration? Could it be that they were packaged and sent to the Warhammer Universe?"
"Hahaha, that's hilarious, wouldn't they be crying like a little crybaby?"
"It's officially certified, so it looks like foreign Players will be joining soon."
"Haven't you heard? Several big names in the community have already pre-registered."
"..."
Alex looked at the chat group, a thoughtful expression on his face.
It seemed that the Emperor had resolved these issues.
As for how they were resolved, Alex had no idea.
As for GW's editors and senior management, perhaps they really were packaged and sent to a certain Hive City to mine.
That would be quite entertaining.
"Increasing popularity is a good thing."
"The probability of recruiting good soldiers will be much higher."
Just as Alex was contemplating his next plan, Calgar came to find him.
"Guide, the Primarch summons you."
After the battle in the Primarch's Temple, Calgar's attitude towards Alex had become much more respectful.
"I will go see him immediately."
Alex stood up, intending to go see Guilliman first.