The resting place of this Primarch was so magnificent, with the low-hanging sunset and the bursts on the Void Shield illuminating the entire sanctuary.
It was an arched hall, with towering marble pillars, carved in an unknown manner, reaching up to the sky, tall enough for a Warlord class Titan to stride in unhindered, and the transport carrying Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's sacred cargo also entered with ease.
Reyna looked up, feeling the ceiling, composed of mosaics, gems, and obsidian, inlaid with moonsilver, shimmering like the stars of the night.
Ion braziers burned on the marble pillars, illuminating the friezes and statues that celebrated Roboute Guilliman's great deeds.
The scent of incense also drifted among the solidified legends, silently settling at the edge of the Static Field.
Machines that had run continuously for ten thousand years hummed at the end of the hall, encasing the throne carved from marble, gold, and adamantium.
On the throne, a divine scion, heir to the Emperor's blood, sat silently.
His head was slightly bowed, and blood flowed from his neck, like a crimson necklace.
Reyna knew the origin of that wound.
The daemon Primarch Fulgrim, corrupted by the Dark Prince, had left him this scar. Reyna's impression of that daemon Primarch was only from a casual conversation Alexander had with her on an Aeldari ship.
"Truly proud people don't always talk about it. Fulgrim is actually an insecure person."
"Many silent and humble warriors of the Emperor's Children stood against Fulgrim. They were proud enough to despise their fallen Primarch and the Dark Prince."
Reyna didn't know if this comment was accurate, but she was captivated by the charm of that history from ten thousand years ago.
Especially when Reyna saw the Emperor's Sword placed on the Primarch's knee—a holy relic wielded by both the Emperor and Roboute Guilliman.
Just looking at it, Reyna felt a little dizzy.
This moment was too sacred; everything nearby seemed as pure as if newly created, making her even doubt if she was in some kind of illusion.
Until Calgar's power armor resounded dully, as he walked step by step, protected by Terminators and Grey Knights, towards the throne where Roboute Guilliman slept.
Calgar stood at the foot of the steps before the throne, turning to face the entire Expeditionary Force.
The air became silent, with only the intense sounds of war constantly erupting from Hera Fortress outside the sanctuary echoing ceaselessly.
Calgar's mechanical eye fixed on Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, and he took a deep breath:
"In the name of our Primarch, in the name of the one you claim to serve... Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, explain your purpose!"
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl slightly raised his head, his gaze bypassing Calgar and falling on Roboute Guilliman.
Calgar frowned slightly:
"Archmagos, I have indulged you and your people too much."
"My warriors are fighting a desperate battle outside, and my heart can no longer tolerate more waiting and mysteries."
Listening to Calgar's words, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl silently tilted his head, his eyes flickering with a torrent of data.
"I once believed that flesh and blood were the Omnissiah's most perfect creation, but to survive the long years and fulfill my mission... I transformed myself into this form."
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl slightly opened his body.
The steel behemoth, almost impossible to call human, was revealed before everyone.
"Even so, after ten thousand years, many of my memory units are damaged, and I no longer remember many details."
"I only remember that the Primarch entrusted me with two tasks, one of which is not yet time to reveal."
Before Calgar could speak, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl continued:
"And I am here to complete the other."
"Ten thousand years ago, the Primarch already considered that nothing in the mortal world is eternal, even the Emperor's most perfect creations."
"We have lost so many of the Omnissiah's children, and the remaining ones are so precious and indispensable, especially Roboute Guilliman himself."
"But traitors still exist, and the Primarch cannot leave the front line, he must face the possibility of death, so... Roboute Guilliman, as if he had foreseen it, gave me a mission."
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl silently looked at Calgar.
Calgar's eyes moved slightly, and he instinctively made a guess about Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's mission.
But his reason and emotion simultaneously told him that if it were true... it would be an unquestionable miracle.
"The mission the Primarch gave me was... to bring him back from death, to make the Omnissiah's scion walk among mortals again."
Archmagos Belisarius Cawl's voice was soft, but it contained a rare emotion.
It was a sigh of relief, mixed with ten thousand years of weariness and pain.
"And I have completed it. I have forged a sacred suit of armor, whose internal auxiliary systems will completely heal the wound left by the daemon Primarch Fulgrim on Roboute Guilliman's neck."
"A living, breathing Omnissiah's scion will return today."
Reyna's legs gave way, and she sat heavily on the ground.
A strong sense of dizziness invaded her consciousness.
A scion of the God-Emperor would return today, and she would witness, even participate in, this moment.
In an instant, from the members of the Expeditionary Force to the Ultramarines and Grey Knights, everyone except Archmagos Belisarius Cawl himself turned their gaze to the transport behind Archmagos Belisarius Cawl.
A hope lay within it... a hope that could make the Primarch walk among men again.
At this moment, Calgar's soul trembled, Grand Master Voldus let out a low gasp of astonishment, and Tigurius' lips also curved into a slight smile—
"But before that, he must die first."
Just then, a cold, gloomy voice, like a graveyard, suddenly rang out.
Yvraine's gaze slowly swept over everyone present; her voice interrupted the excitement and shock that had surged in everyone's hearts for a moment.
Like a basin of cold water in the dead of night, it extinguished everyone's passion.
"Xenos, you had better explain yourself clearly." Calgar's expression also darkened slightly.
Yvraine nodded slightly, speaking like a physician describing a surgical procedure:
"Wounds exist not only on the flesh but also on the soul, or rather, those on the soul are the true wounds."
"To truly heal him and make him walk among men again, he must..."
Yvraine slowly drew the sword from her waist, and in an instant, the Ultramarines uniformly drew their boltguns and aimed them at Yvraine.
But Yvraine was unconcerned, merely displaying the sword at her waist to everyone present.
It was a sword pale as bone, glowing with a deathly, eerie blue light, sending shivers down one's spine.
"This is the Sword of Sorrows, Kavil, one of the five old crone swords formed from the finger bones of Morai-Heg, the Crone Goddess who governs souls and fate."
"The wielder of this sword can control life and death, and I am the emissary of the Aeldari God of the Dead, Ynnead."
"Get to the point, Aeldari." Calgar's expression was as grim as a Bloodthirster about to roar: "What do you intend to do with your blasphemous sword?"
Yvraine slightly tilted her head, looking at Calgar and saying: "Kill your Primarch, Roboute Guilliman."
"Of course, this is so he can be resurrected."
It's over!
This thought flashed through Reyna's mind in an instant.
An Aeldari witch says she can heal the Primarch, but the prerequisite is to stab the Primarch first.
This kind of thing, let alone Calgar, even Reyna's first reaction upon hearing it would be to absolutely refuse.
Then immediately suspect the intentions of these people in front of her.
Reyna wanted to cry but had no tears.
As things stood, the loyalty of the Expeditionary Force seemed even lower than that of Alexander, who was full of blasphemous jokes.
She had thought she was participating in a legend, but now it was about to turn into a tragedy??
Grand Master Voldus' face was grim as he slowly walked to Calgar's side. The Ultramarines and Grey Knights all aimed their weapons at the Expeditionary Force.
"Don't you understand?" Yvraine slowly said: "This is a necessary act."
"Moreover, even if it fails, you will not suffer any loss; it is merely a person who was destined to die, moving towards true death—"
"Xenos!!!! Shut up!!!"
Calgar roared like anger personified, even making Reyna momentarily think of the Khorne daemons she had seen on the battlefield.
"As long as I draw breath, you shall not touch the body of our Primarch with your blasphemous weapon!"
As Calgar's roar echoed, the Grey Knights and Ultramarines quickly surrounded the Expeditionary Force, their weapons aimed directly at the transport behind Archmagos Belisarius Cawl and at Yvraine.
Reyna slightly licked her dry lips. She noticed Celestine attempting to persuade everyone to lower their weapons with words, and Archmagos Cawl silently tightened his grip on the Omnissiah Axe.
Unexpectedly, a flash of realization crossed Greyfax's eyes, and then she stood firmly with the rest of the Expeditionary Force.
Only Reyna was completely lost, not knowing which side she should stand on.
She really wanted to ask Alexander, but Alexander was wearing the item called Blind Spot Star, and his whereabouts were unknown.
However, just then, Chief Librarian Tigurius, who was standing among the Ultramarines, stepped towards the Expeditionary Force.
In an instant, everyone's gaze in the hall focused on him.
Reyna immediately became nervous; as an psyker, she knew how powerful this Chief Librarian was.
But, but something unexpected happened: this Chief Librarian actually stood by Cawl's side, silently aiming his staff at the Ultramarines and Grey Knights.
"Tigurius." Calgar demanded, his voice suppressing anger and astonishment.
Tigurius merely shook his head slightly, and softly spoke two words.
"Hope." His tone was firm.
Calgar roared in anger.
His body moved swiftly, so fast that even Reyna's Psyker abilities couldn't track it, far exceeding the speed his size should allow.
The holy relic known as the Superman Gloves smashed directly into the Expeditionary Force—
The hum of an energy field suddenly sounded, and a power hammer carved with the Blood Angels' insignia silently appeared from mid-air, blocking Calgar's power fist.
The roar of the energy field erupted within it, as the Superman Gloves and Baal's Wrath clashed in mid-air.
Captain Karlaen of the Blood Angels had appeared on the battlefield at some unknown moment; wearing the Superman Gloves, he had absorbed Calgar's blow head-on.
In addition, twenty-one other Blood Angels warriors, including a Death Company Dreadnought, whose shoulder pads were painted metallic blue, appeared simultaneously.
For a moment, the air solidified. Calgar watched this scene, shocked and bewildered, completely unable to understand where these Blood Angels had come from.
"Since the Aeldari God of the Dead killing you is not to your liking, then may I kill you?"
Alexander's voice rang out from the void.