Chapter 2 Gold Finger Arrives

Guilliman, who had completely received the memory of his body, could only express his inner thoughts by saying "Fuck" three times.

In just a short moment, he already understood the ins and outs of everything.

He traveled to a nightmarish place, which is the human empire in the Warhammer universe.

This universe is a world in extreme chaos, and the only requirement is survival.

Do whatever it takes to keep your race alive. Survival is victory.

Humanity has struggled in space for 40,000 years, experiencing the Golden Age, the Age of Heresy, the Age of Long Night, the Age of the Great Crusade, the Horus Heresy at the end of the Great Crusade, and then the Age of the Human Empire, which lasted for 10,000 years.

And now is the most dangerous moment for the human empire.

The main enemy of the empire is Abaddon, the warmaster supported by the four evil gods.

He is responsible for leading the forces of chaos to continuously invade the real universe, paving the way for the final destruction of the four evil gods.

The four evil gods are truly terrifying. They are purely conceptual existences that cannot be won at all.

In the 10,000 years of the empire's existence, Abaddon launched twelve expeditions and cleared most of the Black Stone seal nodes that restricted the evil gods from entering the real universe.

With the thirteenth expedition he launched, the most important Cadia Fortress, the most critical link in the sealing node, was completely destroyed.

The out-of-control Eye of Terror has sprayed the power of chaos into the real world, and the evil god's minions are pouring in crazily, sweeping away planets.

The huge trace of the curse split the human empire into two, and traces of demons and traitors appeared on countless planets.

The empire is now a bleeding giant. If things go wrong, humanity will soon be doomed.

But Grandpa Lan, who has traveled to this point in time, has to face really terrifying enemies, and it is a complete dead end!!

Thinking of this, Guilliman also felt a little achy.

It's not that I don't have enough strength, it's mainly that the enemy is too strong and can't withstand it.

Those mutinous Primarchs were enough to make him confused, making it difficult to take care of both ends.

What's even worse is that those damn evil gods are also watching behind this.

If you don't get one right, you will be doomed immediately.

The sound of the saw-tooth chain activating brought Guilliman back to his senses and looked at the Chaos warriors and demons in front of him.

It's better to deal with the enemies in front of you first, and then plan what to do later.

Guilliman casually pulled out the holy sword next to him, and the sword's body was instantly covered with hot flames.

This is the emperor's personal sword, and it was brought over by the mechanical sage Caul who was wearing the resurrection armor.

As Guilliman grasped the hilt of the sword, the Emperor's Holy Sword also revived, and golden flames spread, illuminating the golden battlefield.

With the fusion of the two souls, Guilliman felt that controlling this demigod body became smoother and full of endless power.

Combat skills automatically came to mind as he picked up the sword, giving him the instinct to use this powerful body at will.

Guilliman's resurgence caused both warring parties to fall into an eerie silence.

The loyalists of the empire and the last guardians of mankind all looked at him with ecstatic eyes.

Guilliman's return is like a faint light of hope rising from the endless darkness.

In the dark and desperate doomsday, a faint glimmer of redemption emerges.

The whole hall became silent.

Compared with the raging war outside that shook the earth.

It looks extremely weird here.

The powerful sense of oppression brought by the Primarch made both demons and fallen warriors fearful and maintained a rare silence.

Even though they have been sleeping for ten thousand years, the identity of the other party still makes them feel extremely scared.

Until a scream broke everything.

A Khorne berserker covered in bone spurs, holding a blood-red battle ax, emerged from the crowd.

Under the shocked gaze of his comrades beside him, the fallen warrior who served the Blood God leapt up and rushed towards the original body, trying to collect the soul of the original body for his master.

Guilliman stirred.

Only the Death God believers present, the Eldar warriors known for their speed, could clearly see this thunderous strike.

The flaming sword drew a shadow in mid-air.

The berserk warrior split into two parts, and under the influence of huge force, the two parts flew to the ground in the distance, making a roaring sound.

The sound of the Chaos Warrior's body falling to the ground broke the silence spell.

Death cannot scare these minions of the Chaos God.

Accompanied by earth-shattering roars filled with hatred.

Countless demons and Chaos warriors charged towards Guilliman regardless of their own safety.

They want to completely kill this awakened Primarch.

The surviving Ultramarines, Dark Templars, and Space Marines from other battle groups all roared and rushed forward, and the two sides once again fought bloody battles.

Chainswords and power weapons cut through armor and flesh. The hatred between the two sides was so great that only when one side fell completely would the war end.

"For humanity, for the Emperor, for my father." Calgar roared, and the power fist suddenly plunged into the throat of a traitor, crushing the opponent's armor and throat, and letting the foul-smelling blood spill onto his body. .

With Guilliman's resurrection, they once again gained strength against these enemies.

Celestine wielded the sword with her only remaining hand, still muttering a prayer silently.

She was filled with fighting spirit due to Guilliman's return and was fearless.

The fire of faith burned in her body again.

Let her transform into the Emperor's messenger and harvest those renegade Space Marines.

The Grand Marshal of the Black Templar Chapter and his surviving colleagues also launched a charge, war cries rang out from their sounders, and wherever the Templar Sword struck, corpses lay everywhere.

With Guilliman joining the battlefield, the Loyalists quickly gained an advantage.

The Primarch's power is unstoppable, and anyone who tries to stop him will suffer his terrible wrath.

The first to die tragically were the wizards who believed in the fallen evil god. It was their power that shook the foundation of the sanctuary.

Give these demons a chance to enter the sanctuary.

Their proud psychic powers were as fragile as tissue paper in front of Guilliman.

Guilliman could easily break their necks and reduce their bodies to pieces with a hail of armor-piercing bullets.

Next are the fallen Space Marines, who were once the protectors of humanity and have now become its enemies.

Guilliman showed no courtesy to them. Like a god, he faced their fierce artillery fire and rushed forward with a flaming holy sword in his hand.

The reaction speed and strength of the original body are far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The superhuman sensitivity of the Space Marines who fell in front of Guilliman is not worth mentioning at all.

Like a fierce tiger, he killed himself among the sheep, and the crazy killing began.

With the first sword, a fallen space warrior was cut in half. His Terminator armor was like paper and could not stop Guilliman for a second.

With the second sword, a demon was split in half, and cursed blood spurted out. The Emperor's Sword burned his soul, leaving him with no chance to return to the warp.

Then came the third and fourth swords, which were so fast that one could only see the afterimage.

Guilliman is as fast as lightning, and his addition tilts the battlefield in favor of the loyal defenders.

All the soldiers roared with excitement on their faces.

They gathered around Guilliman, and together they formed an indestructible spearhead that swept away all enemies.

The powerful demons and fallen warriors of the past were quickly harvested like weeds in front of Guilliman.

Guilliman's rage was like a suppressed volcano suddenly erupting. The anger in his eyes was as real as the substance. He waved the Emperor's Holy Sword in his hand, killing all the enemies he saw.

After killing the last demon in the sanctuary, Guilliman stopped and calmed down his anger.

Guilliman just wanted to straighten out everything and see if he could re-establish communications between Macragge's forces and recapture the planet.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in his mind.

[It has been detected that the target is eligible, the Lord of Control template, database and auxiliary elves have been opened, please check in time]

[The host can ask questions, and the auxiliary elves will try their best to answer you.]

This voice startled Guilliman.

This is his time travel golden finger??

It seems that there is no chance of a comeback. It would be best to do ten draws in a row and rise to the Mythical King in three days.

When the time comes, punching the Four Gods of Chaos, kicking the ribs, eating the Zerg, and roasting the greenskins with fire will be just around the corner!!

The emperor stood up unsteadily and called "big brother".

"What are your abilities?" Guilliman asked without any delay.

Time travel without a golden finger is like Adam without Eve, everything is doomed.

Understanding golden fingers is the first step to change your destiny.
Chapter completed!