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"You really want me to do it?"

Guilliman stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the fierce battle between Kearsarge and Khorne.

His gaze slowly shifted to the star system separated by the horizon needle, and an indescribable anxiety welled up in his heart.

Just then, Nurgle seemed to sense the anomaly in the galaxy. He, who had been pretending to be nonchalant, instantly tore off his mask of hypocrisy.

The human colonists in the galaxy initially thought it was just a new type of plague, but they never imagined that it would be the prelude to a catastrophic disaster.

A green tide swept in like a raging wave, swallowing everything in its path with its nauseating color.

The colonists' meager resistance proved so fragile in the face of this terrifying force that it was instantly swallowed up by the green ocean.

The plague spread rapidly like wildfire, engulfing the entire galaxy in its malevolent power.

However, despite Nurgle's best efforts to break through the conceptual barrier set up by the Horizon Sting, this universe was ultimately the Horizon Sting's home turf, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not break through that indestructible defense.

Guilliman gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly, its blade gleaming with dazzling golden flames, as if echoing the unease in his heart.

The burning power temporarily dispelled his fear and gave him some renewed courage.

"Order: The entire fleet, prepare to deal with the demons." Guilliman took a deep breath and issued the order.

He didn't know why Kirsar had so much faith in him, but now that things had come to this, he had no way out but to grit his teeth and keep going.

Guilliman stood on the bridge of the Makurag Glory, his gaze fixed on the star system that had been stripped away by the Event Horizon Needle.

The expeditionary fleet he brought, along with the imperial warships generously sponsored by his group members, started their engines at his command and slowly sailed into this unknown territory.

As the fleet advanced, specks of starlight began to appear in this isolated galaxy.

The Makrag Glory, along with the accompanying Space Marine chapters and Imperial Navy warships, were immediately detected by Nurgle upon their arrival.

Suddenly, the green "flesh chunk" detached from the planet and floated into space like a ghost, heading straight for the Guilliman organization's fleet.

These "lumps of flesh" seemed to have a life of their own, constantly wriggling, which was terrifying.

Guilliman's expression grew increasingly grave as he stared intently at the dense red dots on the Servant of the Birds, the Nurgle forces closing in.

The vibrations from the firing of the macro cannon and the light spear caused a slight sway on the bridge, but this did not affect Guilliman's composure in the slightest.

However, at that moment, Guilliman suddenly heard a low murmur.

"Why are you so serious...?"

"Your father only used you as a tool..."

"You're a good child, all you need to do is understand the true meaning of life..."

These words, like the whispers of a demon, echoed in Guilliman's mind.

A strange feeling welled up inside him, as if something was trying to seep into his will.

For some reason, Guilliman couldn't hear what Nurgle was saying, only a few relatively clear words.

As Guilliman fell into deep thought, the peaceful atmosphere on the bridge of the Makurag Glory was suddenly broken by a scene that disrupted the peace.

The Ultra Warriors and crew members on guard duty suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint golden light flickering in the air, as if it were emerging from the void.

These specks of golden light gradually gathered and slowly coalesced into the shape of a palm, radiating an awe-inspiring glow.

The Ultramarines reacted quickly, raising their bomb guns and aiming them at the mysterious golden hand.

A tense atmosphere filled the bridge, and everyone held their breath, watching this bizarre scene unfold.

Just then, the living saint Sellers, who had arrived with Guilliman, swiftly intervened and stopped Calgar, who was about to order the firing.

Calga looked at Celestine with a puzzled expression, not understanding why she was stopping him.

Under Calgar's watchful gaze, Celestine solemnly told him, "This is the power of the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, the Ultramarines hesitated for a moment, filled with awe for the Emperor's power.

Despite their lingering doubts, they slowly lowered the explosive guns in their hands.

Guilliman also noticed the psionic hand in the air, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

However, before Guilliman could react, a sharp "smack" rang out, and the golden hand, in full view of everyone, slapped Guilliman hard across the face with lightning speed.

The slap was extremely powerful, causing the tall blue giant to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

When everyone came to their senses, the golden hand had vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving only a gleaming golden handprint on Guilliman's face.

"this......"

Now Celestine couldn't say anything either; she didn't understand why the Emperor wanted to give Guilliman such a big challenge.

Guilliman waved his hand expressionlessly, as if he didn't care at all about the Emperor's psionic battle he had just experienced.

His voice was calm and firm, revealing an unwavering determination: "I understand why I was chosen to deal with the Lord of Plague."

He slowly raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the flames that were originally burning fiercely became even more violent, like a giant beast that had been provoked, roaring to tear the enemy apart.

Guilliman's gaze was fixed intently on a planet in the galaxy, the very place he sensed the Nurgle descent was located.

“Calga,” he turned to Calga beside him and ordered, “get the Makrag Glory close to that planet at full speed.”

Calgarh nodded and carried out Guilliman's order without hesitation.

With the roar of its engines, the Makurag Glory, like a burning meteor, streaked through the dark universe and headed straight for the planet.

Guilliman stood on the bridge, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the golden light.

He gripped the Emperor's Sword tightly in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the planet, as if challenging the Plague Lord's descending form.

"I will face the Plague Lord's demise under the Emperor's watchful eye." Guilliman's words echoed across the bridge like a vow.

The other chapters and Imperial Navy soldiers all stared at Guilliman with fanatical eyes.

They held this war general in awe and trust, believing that he would surely defeat the Plague Lord and defend the glory of the empire.

Within the golden light of the Makurag's Glory, the Vision Needle and the Emperor's power intertwined, forming an unbreakable shield.

Any Nurgle demon that attempts to approach the Makragora's Glory is weakened by this shield and then burned to ashes in golden flames.

Despite the immense power of the Nurgle Advent, it was unable to penetrate the defenses of the Radiant Macragge due to the obstruction of the Horizon Needles.

In this galaxy corrupted by the power of Nurgle, a clean spot of light suddenly appeared.