This is the bonus chapter for reaching 800 Powerstones.
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One second ago, sitting stiffly on the throne was a pale, stagnant corpse of a Primarch.
But now, standing here was the Primarch of the Thirteenth Legion, Roboute Guilliman, surging with overwhelming vitality from head to toe.
Cawl stood beside the Armor of Fate, looking at the reawakened Guilliman with mixed feelings.
Guilliman had been saved by Zeke just like that. Then what did the agreement he had kept for ten thousand years, and all the efforts he had made, amount to?
"Don't lose heart, Cawl. Everything you did was worth it."
Zeke comforted Cawl while his hands sneakily reached toward the Armor of Fate.
Trading a Totem of Undying for the Armor of Fate—he made a killing.
Of course, the Ultramarines likely thought the same. The Totem of Undying didn't just hang on to life like the Armor of Fate would have; it genuinely restored Guilliman to his peak condition.
This was a win-win.
Ten Dreadclaws smashed through the shattered dome of the sanctuary.
Amidst the rolling smoke, the Chaos drop pods landed safely.
Chaos had timed their attack perfectly, deploying almost all their forces at this moment.
Chapter Master Calgar was surrounded by an overwhelming number of Chaos warriors.
The enemies encircled him, stomping and beating him until the Chapter Master was bruised and swollen, unable to rise from the ground.
Guilliman held the Emperor's own sword in one hand, undying flames burning from the hilt to the tip of the blade.
Since the Armor of Fate had been intercepted by Zeke, he could only wear the battered power armor he had on before falling into his coma.
At this moment, witnessing Guilliman's rebirth, the entire sanctuary seemed to be under a spell.
Although the fires of war were burning across all of Ultramar, the great hall was dead silent, save for the echoes from outside.
Until an incoherent scream broke the silence.
A Khorne Berzerker leaped out from the crowd. Under the shocked gazes of his comrades, this lone warrior jumped into the air, lunging straight at the Primarch.
Damn, so brave? In his heart, Zeke gave a thumbs-up to this Khorne warrior.
Guilliman might be known as a statesman, but he was still a Primarch, a genuine demigod.
Guilliman moved. The flaming sword drew a blur in mid-air.
The Berzerker was sliced in two at the waist, the two halves thrown to the distant ground by the immense force.
The sound of the Chaos worshiper's corpse hitting the ground broke the spell, and the warriors of the Black Legion charged fearlessly at Guilliman.
The demigod stepped forward, meeting them head-on.
No one could stop him.
More precisely, no one could get close.
Everyone present was inspired by the Primarch.
Celestine stared at Guilliman's imposing figure. To witness the resurrection of one of the Emperor's own sons would be the greatest moment of her life.
She offered her gratitude to the Emperor with immense thanks, grateful for the opportunity to witness this miracle in her lifetime.
Those who died in this war would not fall in vain; they would be immortalized as martyrs. Death would no longer be death, but eternal life.
The Black Legion was evidently willing to sacrifice every warrior, as long as they could drag Guilliman down with them.
However, reality ruthlessly shattered their naive fantasy.
The Primarch alone suppressed them in every aspect. With wide, sweeping strikes of the Emperor's Sword, the Chaos forces were beaten back step by step.
After clearing all Chaos forces in the sanctuary, Guilliman didn't rest for a moment, for a bigger mess awaited him outside.
He convened a meeting to discuss how to resist the Chaos forces attacking Ultramar.
While the tall people were in a meeting, what was Zeke doing? Outside the sanctuary, Calgar stood with his hands on his hips, staring at Zeke.
"Are you sure this place is safe enough and won't be breached by Chaos again?" Zeke asked Calgar once more.
"I am sure," Calgar said.
Chaos breaking into the temple was purely an accident. Now that they had been driven out by the gene-father, it was impossible for them to return in the short term.
Zeke selected an open space and began sizing up the dimensions for a Nether Portal.
The gene-father had awakened. Calgar believed that with Guilliman's leadership, expelling all Chaos from Ultramar was only a matter of time.
However, this human claimed he had an easier way. Calgar waited to see.
Zeke prepared to transfer troops from Cadia to assist Ultramar.
Previously, due to the instability of Warp travel, sending reinforcements in the Imperium was an incredibly difficult task.
With the Nether Portal, this would no longer be a problem.
"How is the construction of your 500 Worlds going?" Zeke asked Calgar.
The 500 Worlds of Ultramar, as the name suggested, once contained over 500 prosperous planets. Thanks to Guilliman's extremely high level of governance, the living standards in these 500 Worlds were above average.
Calgar proudly raised his head and introduced the outstanding achievements of the 500 Worlds to Zeke.
That's because you haven't seen my camp on Cadia. People there get to eat chicken every single meal.
Zeke connected the Nether Portal. Through the watery film, Kell stepped out.
"Assistant to the Lord Castellan of Cadia, Colour Sergeant Kell." Kell announced his title. "Where is this?"
"The 500 Worlds of Ultramar, the homeworld of the Ultramarines." Zeke answered Kell's question. "Where is Castellan Creed?"
"He feels he is getting old and his ability falls short of his wishes. He is submitting an agreement to resign as Castellan to the War Council. However, it doesn't seem to be going smoothly."
Kell didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Creed's reputation was skyrocketing right now, and the War Council was indecisive.
That old man actually wants to retire? How can he sleep at his age!
"I absolutely disagree." Zeke had worked hard to build connections; he couldn't let them vanish just like that.
After chatting with Kell about some domestic matters, Zeke stepped aside to give Calgar and Kell a chance to communicate.
After a conversation, Calgar felt a bit dizzy. Setting aside why a Cadian Colour Sergeant could come directly to Ultramar...
He had heard of the world of Cadia at the last war council.
He heard it had been surrounded by Abaddon's Chaos army and was about to fall. Yet, from Kell's tone, he heard a completely different story.
Iron Golems, Golden Apples, potions, counter-attacking the Blackstone Fortress, repelling Abaddon in one fell swoop—could mortal soldiers really achieve all this?
I will ask for instructions from the gene-father later. Calgar decided to discuss this news with Guilliman first.
Then, near this Nether Portal, Zeke built a camp slightly smaller than the one on Cadia.
They say East or West, home is best. If you asked Zeke, nothing was more comfortable than living in a building you built yourself.
The mission to save Guilliman was complete. Finally, he could pause for a moment and rest.
"Dance." Zeke opened his arms to welcome his friend.
It was time to climb the enchanting tech tree.
Zeke hadn't chosen enchanting before because his equipment was upgraded too quickly, and good enchantments would easily be wasted.
Now it was different. With the Armor of Fate, he could apply the best enchantments.
Opening the Resident Manual, he promoted Dance the Enchanter to Level 1, unlocking Targeted Enchanting.
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Next Goal: 900 Powerstones.