Warhammer: Dawn of Annihilation

Among the many Imperial heroes, including Saint Celestine, the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter, Roboute Guilliman, the Marshal of the Dark Templar, Amarich, the judge, Grayfax, and countless loyal soldiers of the human Empire, the Chaos army was swiftly suppressed. Guilliman, wielding the Emperor's Holy Sword, cleaved through the enemy without hesitation, reaping any foe that came into his path.

Plaguewalkers, Horrors, and Daemons—nothing could withstand his fury. Their bodies fell in pieces, piling together as the tide of battle turned in favor of humanity.

Though Guilliman had only just returned, his power was undiminished, in fact, it had only grown stronger. The revival of the Primarch sparked a new sense of hope among the Empire's loyalists. His divine presence filled their hearts with courage, making them unafraid of the terrifying Chaos forces that loomed before them. The sight of Guilliman alone bolstered their spirits, as it signaled a shift in the tide of war. Kaur, the great sage of the Mechanicus, joined the battlefield, reciting his sacred Mechanicum chants.

With precision, he sniped Chaos warriors who tried to approach him, his spine-mounted weapons powered by the energy from his chest, sending powerful beams to destroy any Chaos forces attempting to halt his advance.

The Chaos army faltered, retreating steadily under the might of Guilliman's presence. Wherever he turned, the demons and traitors quailed before him. The blazing holy sword in his hand became a symbol of devastation. As Guilliman strode forward, enemies fell before him, unable to mount any meaningful resistance.

It was not until the appearance of a mighty Chaos Demon that his momentum slowed, though only slightly.

This demon, massive in size, had an ape-like face adorned with broad horns. Its power armor, forged ten millennia ago, encased a body covered in jagged bone spurs. In its hands, it held a chainsword wreathed in hellish flames. Its skin was a deep crimson, its blood-colored wings marked with strange symbols, and the very air around it seemed to seethe with anger. The demon's presence resonated in the hearts of all who faced it, stirring rage and madness.

The demon's advance was unstoppable, and any warriors who tried to challenge it fell quickly. Celestine and the others sought to intervene, but Guilliman stepped in, determined to face the demon himself.

"Unexpectedly, a Primarch is on the battlefield," the demon sneered, its tawny eyes gleaming with mockery. "It's too late. The era of the Primarchs has ended, and the Empire will soon be destroyed. What of the so-called Emperor, a decaying corpse in a golden throne? Nothing can stop the rise of the Chaos Gods. This universe belongs to them now."

Guilliman scowled as he recognized the symbol on the demon's power armor: the World Eaters Chapter, once loyal to the Emperor, now a band of traitors. This demon had clearly earned the favor of Khorne, the Blood God, and had become a monstrous servant of Chaos.

The sight of this traitor, one of many who had forsaken humanity, stirred a deep anger in Guilliman. With the Emperor's Sword raised, he coldly replied, "Traitor, I should have struck you down ten thousand years ago. How dare you crawl out from the depths of the Warp."

The memories of the Great Crusade still burned within Guilliman's soul, and the betrayal of Horus and other Primarchs weighed heavily on his mind. Had it not been for their treachery, humanity would have ascended to greatness, guided by the Emperor's vision of spiritual evolution and universal enlightenment. But now, all of that was lost, thanks to the Chaos gods and their corrupted servants.

"Words will do you no good," the demon sneered. "The age of Primarchs and empires is over. From this moment forward, the galaxy will know only war and slaughter. The skull of a carrion emperor will be the greatest gift to our Lord."

The demon snorted, fiery sparks erupting from its nostrils. Flames blazed around its body, the space around it warping under the heat.

"Go back and tell your stupid master that his throne will one day be mine. I'll chop off his big head and kick it like a ball. " Guiliman mocked.

The demon, seething with rage, howled, its fury shaking the ground and filling the air with a sense of impending doom. The Chaos army behind it cheered, their confidence renewed as they hoped for the demon to lead them to victory.

The demon charged forward, its massive sword raised high, intent on slaying Guilliman and offering his skull to Khorne. "I have honed my skills for ten thousand years in the Warp while you were sleeping," the demon growled. "Even a Primarch will fall before me. Let's see how well you hold off. "

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The earth quaked beneath their feet as the demon swung its weapon with a brutal, unrelenting force. Guilliman, his eyes locked onto his foe with unwavering resolve, raised the Emperor's Sword just in time. The clash rang out like the tolling of a death knell, a deafening shockwave rippling through the battlefield as the weapons collided. The force of the blow sent tremors through Guilliman's arms, but he stood firm, his will as unyielding as the Emperor's own.

Without a moment's hesitation, Guilliman's other hand clenched around the power fist, and in a blur of motion, he drove it forward, the mechanical roar of the fist echoing as it hammered into the demon's chest. The impact was nothing short of catastrophic. The demon's grotesque form was lifted off its feet, its bones groaning under the sheer pressure of the strike. It was flung backward, crashing through the air like a ragdoll, its immense body sliding across the earth, tearing through the ground until it finally came to a halt, the dust and debris rising in a cloud around it

"Is that all you've got?" Guilliman taunted, standing over the fallen demon. "After ten thousand years of training, this is the best you can do? How typical of a weakling who serves Chaos."

He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Tell your master Khorne to prepare himself. His head will be the next prize I claim."

Despite the demon's fury, Guilliman's confidence was unshaken. The loyalist forces, inspired by the Primarch's strength and resolve, stood firm in their belief. Guilliman, drawing on the faith of his followers, knew that with their support, he could overcome this demon and all the other forces of Chaos. It was not just a battle for survival; it was a battle for the soul of the galaxy.

The demon, enraged beyond reason, rose to its feet and charged again, vowing to exact revenge. "You will regret humiliating my lord!" it roared.

Guilliman met its charge head-on. "I don't fear your god, nor do I fear you," he replied, his voice full of defiance. With a mighty leap, Guilliman struck down, bringing the Emperor's Sword down upon the demon with all his strength.

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