The Emperor created twenty children, each inheriting a portion of his traits.
Lion was an excellent Dark King; many confidential tasks that couldn't be made public were completed by him.
The Dark Angels were the Empire's bottom line; once an organization or a Primarch crossed that line, they would incur the Dark Angels' retribution.
Fulgrim had an extreme pursuit of art, Perturabo possessed amazing talent for architecture and physical technology, and Khan pursued speed and freedom.
Dorn had a rock-like tenacity, and Konrad Curze possessed absolute justice that would stop at nothing.
Every Primarch had their own strengths.
Guilliman displayed excellent political and operational talent in front of the other Primarchs.
However, this talent for politics and operations was not Guilliman's true essence.
His political instinct and operational talent were developed through years of guidance and teaching from his adoptive parents, who helped him cultivate his own abilities.
In the Emperor's design, Guilliman was truly a Son of Rage, an embodiment of vengeance and war.
The operational talent and political ability he displayed were merely derivatives of his true nature of war.
What Guilliman truly inherited was the Emperor's pure fury.
Angron's rage was given to him by the Butcher's Nails and his tragic fate.
Sanguinius's rage stemmed from his own flaws and his defiance against the fate of his progeny.
In the past, Guilliman had always rejected his Warp essence, which led to his extremely low resistance to the Warp.
He was repeatedly defeated by others using Warp sorcery, suffering continuous setbacks.
In fact, as a Primarch, such a thing was counter-intuitive.
No other Primarch, despite originating from the Warp, had such pitifully low Warp resistance as Guilliman.
However, with the demise of Youton's soul, Guilliman fell into a state of berserk rage, embracing his Warp essence.
Pure fury overwhelmed Guilliman's rationality, causing him to completely descend into the pure rage originating from the Emperor himself.
Turbulent psychic power was sucked into his body like a whirlpool.
Behind him, a pair of blurry crimson wings seemed to be forming.
His eyes shot forth pure wrath, and his body was enveloped in a radiance similar to the Emperor's.
Any demons or Chaos warriors blocking him were incinerated by that pure wrath.
Sorcery unleashed by Chaos Sorcerers and Tzeentchian Greater Daemons fell upon Guilliman, but was blocked by the burning wrath, unable to cause any damage.
Warp energy could no longer harm Guilliman as it once did.
Angron's demise was like the first domino falling.
Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Sword, launched an assault like a wild beast.
No enemy could escape his vicinity alive; the annihilating power contained within the Emperor's Sword completely incinerated the eternal essence of the demons, casting them into utter nothingness, with no possibility of resurrection.
Many demons, realizing this, shrieked and fled from Guilliman's path.
"Can't afford to provoke him, can't afford to provoke him."
Fateweaver Kairos flapped his wings in terror, ascending into the sky.
Shalaxi Hellbane, Slaanesh's most favored Greater Daemon, also shifted her target to the outsiders.
They were not the brainless Greater Daemons under Khorne; whoever wanted to stop Guilliman could go, but they certainly wouldn't.
Alex seized the opportunity while Kairos was focused on the ground battle, flapping his wings and charging towards this Tzeentchian Greater Daemon.
Kairos's two heads could see the past and the future, but not the present.
He knew he would be banished back to the Warp, but he didn't know how he would be banished.
Caught off guard, Kairos was impaled by Alex's spear and banished back to the Warp.
Lion also regarded Shalaxi Hellbane as his prey; while she was wantonly slaughtering Players, Lion used the forest to approach the Greater Daemon stealthily, then suddenly launched an attack.
Ultimately, he used the Emperor's Shield to smash the Slaanesh Greater Daemon's head, likewise banishing it back to the Warp.
"Quickly protect the Regent! Center on him, don't get bogged down in battle, move with him."
After dealing with his opponent, Lion looked at the raging Guilliman and issued orders to all his troops, telling them to follow Guilliman and not let him get bogged down in the enemy tide.
Alex also fought flying demons while lowering his altitude, attempting to restore Guilliman's sanity.
His Aura of Sanity could even awaken the rationality of Blood Angels deep in the Black Rage.
However, in the face of the enraged Guilliman, even when Alex unleashed the Aura of Sanity's power to its maximum, it was futile.
Guilliman was completely mad; his eyes only saw Lorgar standing on the high platform.
He would not stop until Lorgar was dead.
Guilliman charged forward, stepping over piles of corpses, and ascended the high platform.
"Lorgar!"
Guilliman let out a low roar.
His rage burned to its extreme at this moment.
Behind the Primarch, a pair of flaming wings slowly unfolded.
Lorgar was stunned by this sight.
Guilliman's display was even more terrifying than Angron's ascension to Daemonhood; Guilliman had ascended, without the help of the Chaos Gods, he had just ascended.
This made him realize something was wrong.
For a long time, the Warp had been the playground of the Chaos Gods; only with their blessings and permission could mortals ascend.
However, Guilliman had broken this rule.
With pure fury, he shattered the rules of the Warp.
As Guilliman stepped onto the high platform, ancient sacrificial war songs drifted through the air, played with perfect fury.
That was the purest rage of humanity.
And now, this rage had materialized, merging with Guilliman.
"Perhaps we can talk," Lorgar said, hoping to persuade Guilliman, "We are brothers, true blood brothers."
"Die."
Guilliman uttered only two words to his former brother.
Absolute fury dominated the Primarch.
Now, his mind was blank, with only one last thought: to kill Lorgar.
Khorne, in the Brass Realm, watched this scene, practically drooling.
He used to be foolish, not knowing Guilliman's worth.
Now he only wanted to say, "It's truly delicious."
Whether he got an The Great Angel or not didn't really matter; he'd accept a Guilliman.
Khorne once wanted to bestow a great blessing upon Guilliman, making him replace Angron as his most beloved child.
However, his blessing was blocked by the Emperor.
"Damn it, hogging it again!"
Khorne roared repeatedly.
His favorite Angron was dead; shouldn't there be compensation?
Was he bullying a god?
Guilliman was unaware of the conflict between Khorne and the Emperor; even if he knew, he wouldn't care at this moment.
He only wanted to kill Lorgar now.
The flames burning on the Emperor's Sword grew fiercer; every strike from Guilliman was with full force.
Lorgar swung his staff to block.
Clanging sounds were incessant, and the shockwaves unleashed swept in all directions like a hurricane.
He had thought that after his ascension to Daemonhood and receiving the blessings of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, he was fearless of anyone.
Guilliman was just a trifle, easily dealt with.
However, now Lorgar was being continuously forced back by Guilliman.
Guilliman in his enraged state was too strong; every strike was incredibly powerful, carrying world-shattering force.
Lorgar could only retreat constantly.
The battle between Guilliman and Lorgar shocked everyone.
The warring parties ignited the flames of primal power.
Guilliman was like a god of wrath enveloped in flames, endless fury burning fiercely, as if to incinerate everything in this world.
His wrath was so intense that even Khorne's Daemon legions would show fear.
And Lorgar also transformed into a giant, glowing runes swirling around him, magic smashing towards Guilliman like meteors.
The battle between them was earth-shattering, like gods fighting in ancient myths.
The impacts released came one after another, surging powerfully like a fierce wind.
"So fierce! Is this a Primarch after awakening his essence?"
The Warmaster was stunned.
The battles between Primarchs were comparable to god-wars; the stronger the Warp tide, the greater their destructive power.
He had no doubt that the current Guilliman and Lorgar could easily destroy a world, or even extinguish a star.
"I need to find a chance to absorb more Warp authority fragments," Tenjiro muttered.
Absorbing authority fragments was key to the Players' ascension.
According to the game's setting, as long as they absorbed enough authority fragments, they could become gods.
Perhaps not as powerful as Primarchs, but they should possess seven or eight tenths of their splendor.
"Primarchs are Primarchs after all," Twisted person also sighed.
"Guilliman has finally stood up too," Sea Turtle interjected, "It's just that the plot is a bit cliché, requiring the sacrifice of a loved one."
"There's no other way; if Youton didn't die, Guilliman couldn't possibly embrace his Warp essence. Guilliman is the most obedient to his mother among the Primarchs."
"During the Great Crusade, with 250,000 Ultramarines, Youton dared to tap each one with her staff, and those Ultramarines wouldn't dare to complain. Guilliman would even be scolded by Youton for irregular sleep, how could such a good boy become a Son of Rage?"
Tenjiro explained why Youton had to be sacrificed: how to make a Primarch good? Give him loving parents.
How to make a Primarch go mad? Kill his loving parents.
Angron's despair stemmed from the day he had the Butcher's Nails implanted and killed his adoptive father.
Perturabo's incorrigibility stemmed from the day he returned to Olympia and killed his adoptive sister.
To make Guilliman embrace his essence, Youton had to die in front of him.
"That's too vicious, let's just kill the operations team," the Warmaster said over the comms while swinging his sword to slay a demon.
"Isn't that just how Warhammer is? All good things perish, that's the norm," Zhuge also offered his opinion.
The Players fought and discussed the plot at the same time.
On the high platform, Fulgrim and Magnus wanted to help Lorgar, but Alex and Lion also joined the battle.
The reason they had traveled so far was their fear of Guilliman falling into a 1v3 situation, so they naturally wouldn't allow Fulgrim and Magnus to gang up on Guilliman.
Lion faced Magnus, while Alex faced Fulgrim.
"I'm going to kill you!" Fulgrim recalled the humiliation of having an arm severed by the combined efforts of Alex and Guilliman, and was filled with rage, wielding three poisoned swords and launching a fierce assault on Alex.
Alex's combat power was not inferior to a Daemon Primarch, and with the blessings of the Emperor's power and faith, he was on par.
He fought back and forth with Fulgrim.
Although he couldn't win, containing him was no problem.
Magnus, on the other hand, was not so fortunate.
Lion's combat power was capable of contending for the top spot among Primarchs.
Now that he had awakened his Warp essence, a mist-filled forest would always appear around him, neutralizing the Warp sorcery Magnus unleashed.
Without Warp sorcery, Magnus lost his greatest trump card; he gradually fell into a disadvantage and was brutally beaten by Lion.
The Emperor's Shield in Lion's hand repeatedly smashed into Magnus's head, making him cry out.
After being hit again, Magnus couldn't endure it any longer and directly opened a Warp portal to escape.
Lorgar reacted the fastest, unleashing all his power to force Guilliman back, then also fled.
If he didn't run, he truly feared he would be cut down by Guilliman's sword.
The Emperor's Sword was no joke; even for a Primarch, even with the blessings of the Chaos Gods / The Four Gods, he would surely die completely.
Fulgrim was the most miserable; he originally wanted to take down Alex in one go.
But Magnus and Lorgar had both fled, leaving him alone to face Alex, Lion, and the enraged Guilliman.
In just a few moves, he was brutally smashed in the head by Lion with the Emperor's Shield, and had another arm severed by Guilliman.
Finally, Slaanesh couldn't bear to watch and forcibly dragged him back to her own domain.
Otherwise, he was certainly going to die at Guilliman's hands.
After the three Daemon Primarchs fled, Guilliman did not recover; he continued to rage and roar, hacking with the Emperor's Sword, attempting to open a Warp portal.
Alex and Lion exchanged glances, then rushed forward to jointly suppress him.
If Guilliman in his enraged state were to enter the Warp, there was no telling what he would become when he reappeared.
Guilliman's combat power in his enraged state was extremely strong; even Lion did not have an absolute chance of victory.
But with Alex's assistance, the Lion still managed to knock his brother unconscious with the Emperor's Shield.
"Take him back to the Macragge's Honour's sanctuary."
Alex ordered the Primarch Guard, led by Sicarius, to carry their lord back to the flagship.
When necessary, he would seek the Emperor's guidance and help.
After the three Daemon Primarchs fled in disarray, the remaining traitors and demons posed no threat.
Under the combined annihilation by the Players and Imperial heroes, these enemies were quickly defeated and completely wiped out.
The world of Darroc was reclaimed, the traitorous knightly families were purged, and the High King was executed.
The Imperial Aquila banner once again flew over Darroc's Hive City.
Meanwhile, on Vigil, intense conflicts also erupted.
Abaddon descended to the ground, personally leading the assault.
Azrael, the Grand Master of the Dark Angels Battle Group, was outmatched and severely wounded by the enemy.
Calgar was urgently rushing to his aid.