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Chapter 231: The Awakened Primarch
🕑 Added 2025-08-19 14:15:00 +0000 UTCChapter 231: The Awakened Primarch
Both warring sides couldn't help but stop their actions for a moment, all looking toward Lucan's position. Guilliman, the one everyone was most concerned about, had opened his eyes. The Ultramarines let out a cheer.
And the Doom Slayer, who had effortlessly caught Vashtorr's blow, also attracted everyone's attention. Only Khorne and his daemonic legions had witnessed the terror of the Slayer. The other creatures of the warp were still ignorant of his existence.
In the Slayer's eyes, he had come to this unknown world again. But the good thing was that there were still many daemons here! Enough for him to kill to his heart's content! And Vashtorr, to him, was a decent punching bag...
The last time, in the domain of Khorne, he had wanted to have a good fight. The dark god Khorne was also a good opponent, enough to let him release his endless wrath. But he had been sent away from that world before the real fight had even begun.
He looked back at Tigurius. He could feel the residual psychic energy in his body, but it was too weak for him to consider him a target. And then he looked at Guilliman. Guilliman, who had not awakened his warp-essence and even had a negative magic resistance, was of no interest to the Slayer.
Tigurius did not know that he had just walked back from the brink of life and death. Lucan's devouring power had caused him to lose his connection to psionics; otherwise, with his powerful psychic abilities, he might have become the first target.
The Doom Slayer launched a silent charge and arrived directly in front of Vashtorr.
"What kind of monster are you!"
Countless energy orbs smashed toward the Slayer but were easily shattered by him. And the spear was also thrown back at Vashtorr by the Slayer. Vashtorr didn't even see its trajectory before the spear pierced through his chest.
"Can't win... can't win at all... I'll die, I'll really die!"
He saw a Soul Grinder that was blocking the way being cut to pieces by the Emperor's Sword. The daemon sealed within was completely annihilated. Watching him kill so easily, he did not think he could survive in the Slayer's hands. Regardless of the Slayer's own ability to devour daemons, the Emperor's Sword alone was enough to kill him completely.
Countless daemon engines rushed toward the Slayer, but few could withstand a single blow. And when Vashtorr flapped his metal wings and flew into the air, trying to escape, a hook shot out and pierced directly into his body.
The Doom Slayer threw down the Emperor's Sword and once again switched to his own weapons. This powerful artifact seemed to have become worthless in his eyes. The main reason was that it killed too quickly... it didn't even give the daemons time to feel pain. His own weapons were more satisfying; they could torture a daemon to death slowly, bit by bit.
Without Vashtorr's control, the daemon engines all went into a mad frenzy, no longer having any tactics to speak of. The psychic-driven flight ability actually pulled both Vashtorr and the Slayer directly out of the shrine.
"Are you serious? He just ran off? I was counting on you to help me clean up the Chaos enemies here!" Watching the Slayer being carried away, Lucan was speechless.
Looking at the Emperor's Sword that had fallen to the ground, Lucan rushed over to pick it up. The Chaos traitors, seeing Lucan trying to pick up this artifact, also immediately tried to stop him. But before Lucan could counter-attack, the Custodes went on a rampage. Against a Greater Daemon, a Custodian was a bit lacking, but against an ordinary Astartes, they could achieve complete dominance. And the Red Corsairs present were clearly classified as rabble by the Custodes. Except for the two who had been seriously injured by Vashtorr, the rest of the Custodes were already cutting a bloody path through the crowd.
And with the help of the Custodes, the Ultramarines also began their own counter-attack. And Guilliman, seeing the traitors, also joined the battle from his throne. Even bare-handed, a gene-primarch was far beyond what an Astartes could touch. Not to mention that Guilliman's sons were at his side.
However, this weapon that any loyalist would dream of seemed a bit of a letdown in Lucan's hands. It was indeed sharp enough. A weapon forged with the Emperor's knowledge and understanding of the warp could be called an artifact in any aspect. But its true, most powerful function was to destroy daemons. And this was an ability that Lucan already possessed. Although Lucan also needed a weapon, it would clearly be much more effective in the hands of others.
Chaos began to rout. The awakening of Guilliman had caused the morale of the Red Corsairs to completely collapse. And the Ultramarines did not pursue, but instead stared blankly at the awakened Guilliman. All the Ultramarines knelt on one knee before him.
Their gene-father had returned! Returned to their side.
The excitement of Tigurius and Sicarius was palpable. They immediately spread the news of the primarch's awakening to all the people of Macragge. The morale of the defenders was instantly boosted.
At this moment, the newly awakened Guilliman's eyes were still a little hazy. His long-slumbering brain had not yet fully recovered. But he still recognized his sons, and he could recognize the traitors who had turned to Chaos. And he also saw the Custodes who were slaughtering the traitors.
Without the torment of the corrupting poison of Slaanesh, his superhuman brain immediately began to sort through his memories. He vaguely remembered being placed in a stasis field by his sons. And then he looked at Cawl, who was beside him. This was the only familiar person here at the moment.
"Lord Guilliman, in accordance with my agreement with you, I have successfully forged this set of devices on you called the Armour of Fate."
"Cawl, thank you. Compared to the past, you have more and more modifications on your body. Did you not wish to retain more of the flesh on your body?"
"This is the price of acquiring knowledge. And my completion of the agreement would not have been possible without the help of Lord Lucan. It was he who cleared the poison from your body. He is the one designated by the Emperor. It was under the Emperor's guidance that I came here with him."
"Lord Lucan?"
He then looked at Lucan, who was holding the Emperor's Sword. Even the most powerful psykers and apothecaries of the Imperium had been helpless, and yet this seemingly unremarkable mortal before him could actually purify the poison of a dark god.
Lucan handed the Emperor's Sword over. Guilliman took the artifact.
"Guilliman, your dad told me to come and get you back to work. Your vacation is over! We can talk about the specific details later. Let's solve the matter at hand first!"
Guilliman had never heard anyone speak of the Emperor in such a tone. It made him frown slightly. But he did not act on it. Through Tigurius's report, he knew that the battle outside was not over.
"Tigurius, Sicarius, assemble the troops! There is still a Chaos Greater Daemon outside!"
But when Guilliman led the remaining Ultramarines out of the shrine, preparing to join the battle and completely banish Vashtorr, he found that the defenders were not in a bitter struggle. There was only one warrior, brutally beating Vashtorr with the purest, most primitive means.
That person was the Doom Slayer. The way he easily abused the Greater Daemon was something Guilliman was sure he himself could not do. A large number of loyal Dark Mechanicum hereteks were using their lives to slow the Slayer's movements. All they could do was to use their numbers to hold him back.
At this moment, Vashtorr was no longer recognizable. Around him lay a large number of completely destroyed daemon engines. His body in the material universe was almost completely destroyed...
Just as the Slayer had tormented Vashtorr enough and was about to kill him completely, he found that he was leaving this dimension.
The Doom Slayer turned his head and looked at Lucan... giving him a look that made his hair stand on end. Lucan had only paid for five minutes of the Slayer's time. One could imagine how painful it must be to be interrupted at such a critical moment.
Watching the Slayer being sucked away by the dimensional gate, Lucan prayed that he would not hold a grudge against him.
Looking at the now-completely-defenseless Vashtorr, Lucan also immediately ran toward him.
"Hold your fire! Don't kill it!"
Lucan had no intention of letting him get away! Once he was killed by the angry Ultramarines or mortal soldiers, he would be able to return to the warp.
