Sanguinius will return, someday, but I’m not so sure he’s going to be the wholesome, idealistic, “perfect” son we all remember him to be.
Warhammer has a real habit of twisting things, and I think this could be a volatile revelation for the community.
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“We are his sons, forged for grim purpose. In crimson clad, with fire in our hands and fury in our hearts. We are his angels !”🩸
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How Did Guilliman React After 10,000 Years?
The Black Legion is only yards away from Guilliman's throne. The Imperial defenders are moments from defeat. Then Cawl's device finally succeeds, and Guilliman awakens. After ten thousand years in stasis, the Primarch rises with the Emperor's Sword in his hand. The murderous fury in his eyes is so intense that even his allies recoil from it.
The first to attack is a Khorne Berzerker. Guilliman moves so fast that the Chaos Marine is cut clean in half before anyone can react. Then the entire Black Legion charges him. It makes no difference. Guilliman tears through Terminators, obliterates Sorcerers, and smashes traitors aside with effortless strength.
The most remarkable part is that Guilliman asks no questions. The last thing he remembers is fighting Fulgrim. Seeing Chaos before him, he reaches one conclusion: Questions can wait. Kill Chaos first.
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Why Was the Plague Marine Smiling?
As the Plague Marine loomed over a lone guardsman named Varens, the agonizing reality of Nurgle’s blessing was laid bare.
Half of his helmet had melted seamlessly into his rippling, boil-covered flesh. A jagged grey horn sprouted from his temple, weeping yellow plasma down a pallid, necrotic face that should have belonged to a rotting corpse.
Yet, there was no mindless fury in his single, jaundiced eye. Instead, a fevered, joyful mirth danced across his ruined features.
The monster did not roar, nor did he immediately strike the mortal down. His scabbed lips simply quivered with a warm, almost fatherly chuckle.
Slowly raising a clubbed hand he extended a rotting green nail, pointed it directly at Varens' chest, and smiled. "You first!"
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