Daqi activated his jetpack. A powerful, forceful roar rang out.
Azure-blue propulsion flames surged from the nozzles on either side of the pack, and the tremendous thrust sent him flying like an arrow loosed from the string.
It had to be said: this mission reward was seriously powerful.
It could even move the heavy Netherworld-pattern Terminator armor with ease, and it was far cooler than a bamboo-copter.
A humanoid freight truck of destiny, invincible wherever it went—pray tell, who under heaven could still be my enemy?
All of you, live with all your might, traitors fallen into Chaos. Your daddy’s here.
Soon, the first victim appeared.
A Chaos Space Marine in the middle of a charge heard the rapidly approaching whistle and instinctively turned his head, only to see a Netherworld Terminator with a gleaming aquila emblem come rumbling straight at him.
“Bang—!!”
The next second, the Chaos Space Marine was sent flying. The tremendous force made him smash through a corridor pillar and slam spiderweb cracks into the solid wall.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Seeing the other party knocked away by his charge, Daqi’s playful mood surged. He put away his chainsword and Ruyi Staff, took out the super shotgun, and put his helmet back on.
He turned the pack to maximum power, transforming into a mad freight truck, ramming every enemy he encountered into the air.
The big boomstick in his hand was also dead accurate with every shot.
He blasted enemies into the air, and quite a few unlucky bastards had their heads blown apart with a single shot.
Guilliman thrust his sword through the Black Legion’s Helbrute.
Scorching golden flames burned fiercely, spreading along the blade onto the enemy’s body and reducing it to ash in an instant.
Whoosh!!
Daqi flew past him and, with a bang, slammed a Chaos Terminator away, giggling beneath his helmet.
Guilliman: “………………”
Were the Astartes of this age all this unhinged??
Giggling while fighting—he was almost like an Ork in a shell!!
The next second, Daqi was targeted by two Berserkers.
They shouted the Blood God’s name and, wielding chainaxes, hacked madly at Daqi’s body, taking his life.
Seeing this scene, a trace of grief rose in the Primarch’s heart. Another life had vanished.
How much sacrifice would humanity have to pay before it could break free of that despairing, dark fate?
The next second, Daqi resurrected again, opened the throttle fully, and rammed the Berserkers who had killed him into the air.
Then he used the shotgun in his hands to blast their heads into pulp.
Guilliman, the sorrow on his face not yet faded: “Uh…………”
Could he have that moment of sentimentality back?
Still, for this fellow to revive so quickly—could he have some connection to Vulkan? Or had he received the Father’s blessing?
The Primarch suppressed the doubts in his heart and decided to seek answers later. The foremost task now was to deal with those enemies.
The Black Legion had fallen into complete madness.
These traitors who had fallen to Chaos were willing to pay any price, seeking only to perish together with the Primarch.
Unfortunately, reality soon shattered their naive fantasy without mercy.
The Primarch alone could sweep them aside.
The Emperor’s Sword, wreathed in golden flame, struck with broad, sweeping force.
The power fist covered in arcs of electricity—the Hand of Dominion—crushed all before it, either unleashing overwhelming barrages or using its power field to tear through the enemy’s armor.
Every strike was accompanied by severed arms and broken limbs flying across the air.
One enemy after another died miserably at the Primarch’s hands.
The mutated Space Marines halted before the Primarch, cowered, and retreated.
By his strength alone, the Primarch drove back the tide of Chaos.
He walked to the side of Marius Calgar, who had collapsed to the ground, his breath weak.
“My son.”
Guilliman looked down at the fallen Calgar.
Calgar, hearing the voice, struggled to open one eye and gazed up at the reborn Primarch.
Shock, disbelief, and excitement showed in his eyes.
Archmagos Cawl and Celestine had not deceived him. They truly had revived the Primarch.
“Gene-father,” Calgar responded in a voice as faint as a thread.
Seeing that his son yet lived, Guilliman’s expression filled with relief. Then, like a storm, he hurled himself once more at the Black Legion.
He would not allow a single enemy to leave the sanctum alive.
With everyone’s cooperation, the enemies who had broken into the sanctum were steadily routed.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, some enemies used the bombs they carried to collapse the great doors, intending to temporarily trap the Primarch and the others inside the sanctum.
After the enemies within the sanctum were cleared out, the sound of gunfire gradually faded.
But faced with the collapsed passage, Guilliman was also at a loss. He could only order the son beside him to call a Thunderhawk over.
“Your Highness the Regent, is there anything you require my assistance with??”
Daqi saw a golden question mark appear above Guilliman’s head and hopped over to him.
Guilliman looked Daqi over and frowned.
“May I ask who you are…………”
Before he could finish, Daqi shouted.
“Skip, skip! May I ask what you require my assistance with?”
Guilliman froze for a moment. Just as he was about to ask about the other party’s origins and Chapter, Daqi interrupted him again and once more asked what mission he had for him.
“My lord Primarch, this angel of the Emperor will only talk to us about missions. He will not answer any of our questions.”
Digras stepped forward and explained to Guilliman.
“He doesn’t answer questions, only completes missions?” Guilliman looked toward his son, confusion in his tone. “Then what can he do?”
“Many things. If there is something you wish to do, you may as well tell him. Perhaps he can help you,” Digras said.
“I see!” Guilliman pondered for a moment, then turned to Daqi and said, “Nameless warrior, please help me drive out the enemies invading Macragge.”
The mission interface appeared before Daqi.
[Mission: Assist the Thirteenth Gene-Primarch in repelling the enemies invading Macragge.
Though the Primarch has been revived, the Chaos army is still wreaking havoc across Macragge. Please help Roboute Guilliman completely repel the forces of Chaos.
Mission Reward: 1,000 EXP, 1,000 points, Reputation +100, Wind-Catching Bottle ×5]
“I would be glad to serve you, Your Highness the Regent.”
Daqi accepted the mission and hopped over to the damaged, blocked great doors, taking out his mithril pickaxe.
Clang, clang, clang—he struck away, knocking every obstacle into floating little cubes and opening up a path.
This scene made Guilliman’s eyes widen.
Yvraine and Qianmian of the Ynnari, as well as Digras and the others who had never seen this sight before, were also utterly shocked.
How did this fellow knock those obstacles into little cubes!
It was far too unbelievable.
Was this universe still the universe they were familiar with?
How had it suddenly become so strange??
Daqi ignored everyone’s shock. After opening up a path, he ran off to hunt down those fleeing Chaos traitors.
Guilliman forcefully suppressed his astonishment and broke into a long-striding run as well, charging out of the sanctum along the newly opened path and toward the enemies outside.
Ignore everything else for now. Clearing the battlefield of enemies was the most important thing.
The surviving warriors followed the Primarch one after another and launched a counterattack.
They would never allow a single traitor to escape Hera Fortress alive.