On the other side, Guilliman passed through the Golden Portal back to Macragge, standing before the Stasis Field where he had sat dormant for ten thousand years.
His gaze swept across the Great Hall, seeing large numbers of Ultramarines wearing their signature Blue Livery surrounding several Patrol Members, asking them questions with agitated expressions.
A restless atmosphere permeated the Air.
Guilliman could feel their Anxiety. Their Primarch, whom they had guarded for ten thousand years, had suddenly disappeared, and it was rumored that he was personally taken away by the Emperor, who had been silent for ten thousand years?
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
"This must be a trick of the Immaterium!" one Veteran Space Marine clenched his Fist, his voice filled with Rage.
"We should immediately organize a Search Party!" suggested another Warrior.
The Chapter Librarian—an Old Warrior with complex Psionic Markings on his forehead—raised his hand, signaling everyone to be silent.
"I have performed a Psionic Divination. Although it is not as accurate as before, I can confirm that this is not a Bad Thing," his voice was hoarse and firm.
"Furthermore, I can see through the Immaterium that the Golden Light coming from the direction of Holy Terra has become stronger than ever before. Perhaps the Emperor has truly Awakened."
Guilliman noticed the Librarian's eyes flicker when he said this, seemingly holding something back.
Were it not for the Librarian's calming influence, these Loyal Warriors would probably have already dismantled the Great Hall and launched an Expedition to find their Primarch's whereabouts.
In fact, the Librarian did not reveal the whole Truth.
Now his Psionic Prophecies had suddenly become blurred, and the Trajectory of the Future was cut off by some kind of Power.
The Future became even more Unpredictable. If he forced a Prediction, he would find that all Predictions would ultimately converge into the same Outcome.
A Heavy Armored Figure in Golden Yellow, holding a Long Sword, stood in the Void, as if one person had severed all possible Futures. From then on, there was only one Outcome for the Future.
The Trajectory of All Destinies converged upon that Figure.
In the depths of the Immaterium, Tzeentch felt the loss of Power within his Body. The Changer of Ways, one of the Four Chaos Gods, paced restlessly in his Daemonic Palace.
He knew time was short and he had to quickly consult with the other three annoying 'Old Fellows' on a Countermeasure.
The changes in this Universe were rapidly diminishing, and continuing down this path would severely affect him.
...
In the Great Hall on Macragge where Guilliman slept, a young Space Marine suddenly froze in place, his entire Body beginning to tremble slightly.
His gaze had unintentionally swept over the Stasis Field, and then he couldn't look away.
The other Warriors noticed his Abnormality and followed his line of sight.
They saw their Primarch, Guilliman, whom they longed for day and night, standing right there, his Blue Power Armor shimmering with a Sacred Light under the Great Hall's Illumination.
His gaze was gentle and firm, a slight Smile on his lips, as he watched his Loyal Sons.
Time seemed to freeze.
Despite being sealed away for ten thousand years, Guilliman could still feel the Bond of Blood.
Although the Armor Style of these Ultramarines was very different from ten thousand years ago, their sense of Loyalty and Honor had never changed.
They were his Sons, his Pride.
Some older Warriors had personally seen Guilliman, while the younger generation had only worshipped their great Father in Statues and Portraits.
Now, the Legendary Figure stood alive before them.
Subsequently, the Space Marines knelt on one knee, saluting Guilliman. Their movements were perfectly uniform, as if practiced a thousand times.
"Our Gene-Father, the Ultramarines swear Loyalty to you!" they shouted in unison, their voices echoing in the Great Hall.
Guilliman stepped forward, gesturing for them to rise.
"My Children, I am pleased to see you after ten thousand years."
"Now, time is urgent. Who can tell me the current situation of Ultramar?"
Several Veteran Warriors stepped forward and reported the current status of the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar to Guilliman in detail.
"Although the majority of the Worlds have lost Contact, the remaining Worlds still maintain a complete Industrial System," a Company Captain said finally. "They are now operating at full Capacity, continuously producing the Supplies we require."
After hearing the report, Guilliman sighed deeply.
"You have done very well, my Children. In these dark ten thousand years, you have protected the Embers of Humanity."
This simple affirmation brought Tears to the eyes of the Space Marines present. They had waited for this moment for too long.
"I have just returned from Terra," Guilliman continued. "Father has indeed Awakened."
This sentence caused a gasp of astonishment in the Great Hall.
"Not only that, but Father has befriended a powerful Entity from an Otherworld. They will jointly lead Humanity towards a New Glory."
Guilliman briefly described what happened in the Emperor's Palace, including the astonishing Power displayed by Ian and the Emperor's Awakening.
"A New Crusade is about to begin. Humanity will reclaim lost Territories and become great once more."
A young Space Marine couldn't help but ask, "Primarch sir, is this Entity from the Otherworld truly trustworthy?"
Guilliman pondered for a moment.
"Father trusts him, and that is enough for me. Father said he is the Emperor of a Parallel Universe. Although I find them to have almost no Similarities, his Power is beyond doubt."
"Moreover, his Goal aligns with ours: to protect Humanity and fight against Chaos."
"Therefore, who he is is not important!"
Another Warrior stepped forward: "How should we prepare, Primarch sir?"
Guilliman's gaze became firm.
"Gather all available Resources, mobilize every Battleship, and call upon every Warrior. Contact the Mechanicum and prepare the most Advanced Weapons and Equipment."
"Father and that Great One require these Resources. Although I don't fully understand their Plan, I trust Father's Judgment."
Guilliman's command quickly spread throughout Macragge.
The Space Marines immediately sprang into Action. Urgent commands echoed over the Communicators, engines roared in the Hangars, and dormant Battleships were awakened.
Guilliman stood in the Command Center, issuing a continuous stream of Orders.
Hundreds of Worlds were responding to his Deployment. Production Lines were running at full Speed, and large amounts of Fresh Blood began to receive Training.
This unprecedented Mobilization Speed was shocking.
Guilliman knew that this was not just because of his Return, but also because the news of the Emperor's Awakening had given Humanity new Hope.
In the Central Cathedral of Macragge, Guilliman stood before the colossal Emperor Statue, deep in thought.
Ten thousand years of Slumber had caused him to miss too much, but Fate had given him a Second Chance.
This time, he would not fail the Emperor's Expectations, nor would he betray the trust of Humanity.
With Guilliman's Deployment, the entire Ultramar began running at full Speed, like a Precise Machine.
The Counterattack of the Imperium of Man was about to begin.
Just as the Ultramarines were preparing with great Enthusiasm, a Golden Portal, larger than a Planet, slowly emerged in the Space near Macragge.