Previously on The Guardian and the Golden Legion's Wrath

That kind of Alarm where Threat to Terra was Near, Trajann looked to the Holo-projector both Custodians Narrowed their Eyes as they looked at Luna that which are Dangerously Close to Terra

"It appears we now know Where Lord Guilliman has Appeared brother" Said Trajann

"indeed, Trajann" Said Ronan he does not Need Orders from his Brother as he Turned around and Sprint

"This is the Captain-General to any Available Shield Company or Host and any Branch, We have Found Lord Guilliman and it appears they Needed our Aid, Sent our Forces there to Eliminate to anyone who is Delaying the Emperor's Son to Reach our Father" Said Trajann as he Contacted his Brothers along with other Braches of the Imperial Forces though he would Send The Custodians and Sister of Silence as he Detected Large Number of Psykers from Both Sides and one of them was much Massive and he had a Feeling Either it is a Greater Demon of Tzench or Worse it was the One Responsible who Breach the Imperial Webway

Ronan was not alone he was Followed by Hundreds of Custodes as they Teleport to their Ship and go in Max Speed to Rescue Guilliman and his Forces

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Present

Emperor's Wrath

(Imagined the Ship Colored Gold)

A  Sister Ship of the Buchephalus Former Flagship of the Emperor, a 60 Km Massive Golden Behemoth of a Battleship able to Carry the Ronan's Shield Host Numbering around 50,000 Custodes and it had Served him before the Ullanor Crusade and it served him Quite Well and the Ship's Machine Spirit was Very Loyal to him Alone and was very Faithful towards him, though Ronan was Disturb of how Intelligent the Machine Spirit is and at the Same time he was Glad that it was very Loyal to him

"we have to Travel as fast as Possible Luna was Close Enough to Terra for a Max Speed" Said Ronan as he Grip his Guardian Spear Tightly as he Heard Multiple Vox from Luna Requesting for Reinforcements

"Are you going to face your Brothers then Brother Ronan?" Said Joshua

"of Course, i'am the Only one who can Fight the Primarchs Equally Brothers, in their Later Years  the Best Dualist have Given Brother Constantine a Hard Time to Fight them due to their Superior Physical Might than most of us brothers but not Me, i was Reborn to able to Toe-to-toe to them and i'am consider equal to their Strongest amongs their Numbers" Said Ronan He even testes it against the Likes of Ferrus Manus and Vulkan strongest amongst their Number and Ronan was Proven able to Fight with them with Raw Strength Alone much to their Surprise even Ronan Himself why he could even able to Match their Strength alone

Even questioning the Emperor why he has such Important Augmentation than to his Brothers and the Emperor din't Answer him, as Ronan was quite Very Very Difficult to Kill during the War within the Webway where Ronan almost Always Fight the Hordes of Demons and Chaos Marines all Alone and won the Battle, that which he was able to Give his Brothers, the Silent Sisters and Mechanicus a Breathing Time to Regroup and Defend the Webway though it was only short Time but still he gives them times nonetheless for their Numbers of their Enemies are Endless and Ronan have even have to Stay behind for the sake of his Allies to Escape and Regain their Strenght

Though he Hates Magnus for his Action but he Believes he May or may not did nothing wrong, though Ronan sided with Magnus during his Trial but he Warned him about the Dangers of the Warp and since Magnus Arrogance was still High and has yet to be Humbled of his actions

"We are getting Nearer my Lords" Said the Sensor Officer "We will be arriving in 15 Minutes"

Ronan nod to the Sensor Officer before Moving "I'll be in the Teleportarium Brothers, some of you to the Drop Pod it might Distract our Enemies for a While before we strike them Hard swiftly" Said Ronan as he begun to sprint followed behind by his Brothers

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Mean while on Luna

Space Marines, Skitarii, Dreadnoughts, Land Raider , Vindicators, Dunecrawlers, Battle Servitors and more opened fire. Using the lip of the crater for cover, and making the most of the higher ground, the Loyalists sent volley after volley ripping down into the Heretic Astartes. Striding automata were knocked back into the crater by devastating explosions. Glittering dust drifted from rents in ancient, ornate armour, floating free in the low gravity and leaving once-animate undead armour suits to crumple and collapse.

Sargents barked orders through the Vox, coordinating volleys of Lascannon blasts and Demolisher shells to rain down upon the Rubricae. Cypher and his shadowy companions rained fire down upon the Thousand Sons. Greyfax slammed silver stakes through one Rubricae after another from her Condemnor Bolter. Aldrik Voldus tore Traitors apart with the potent powers of his mind.

Armoured corpses piled in heaps at the bottom of the crater, surrounding the Webway gate with carrion remains. From cracks and rocky outcroppings around the crater's edge, the last of the Harlequins added their own fire to the fusillade, hails of monofilament discs cutting through Power Armour and the flesh of living, daemonic discs.

For a time, it appeared as though the Thousand Sons would be bottled up in the crater. Though their return fire caused slow attrition amongst the Loyalists, the Traitors were losing far more warriors than they slew.

Then a fresh pulse of dark power surged through the Webway gate, its energies whirling faster and faster until they formed a flaming vortex. A wave of supernatural dread swept over the loyalist Space Marines as a huge, hornheaded figure stepped through onto the surface of Luna. Spreading his wings wide, Magnus the Red looked up at Guilliman with a mocking smile.

Drawing himself up to his full height, Magnus the Red raised his ensorcelled glaive and spoke dolorous words of power that rang out in defiance of all natural law. Purple flames leapt, forming shimmering shields and warding the Thousand Sons from harm. Suddenly, the Rubricae and Scarab Occult could advance unharmed, striding upwards as their foes' shots exploded upon Magnus' psychic shields. The Thousand Sons suffered no such obstruction, and dozens of Loyalists were sent tumbling back from the crater's lip, blood and shattered bone spraying.

Seeing the sudden shift in the situation, and knowing that they must hold out no matter the cost, Guilliman ordered his surviving warriors back. Moments later, the first ranks of Rubricae crested the lip of the crater and strode out with their gun muzzles flaring. More Thousand Sons marched behind them, and the surviving Loyalists fell back to voidship wrecks and rocky craters to gain cover while their tanks backed steadily away with their guns thundering.

Magnus rose from the crater. With a word, the Daemon Primarch unmade a trio of Dreadknights, burning out their psychic wards and crushing their armour. With a gesture, he telekinetically plucked an Ultramarines Land Raider from the ground and slammed it through ranks of Skitarii like a cannonball. Magnus brandished his staff and reality rent apart, a tide of cackling Tzeentchian daemons boiling from the Warp to join the battle.

Recognising that the Daemon Primarch would swiftly destroy his army if allowed free reign, Guilliman broke into a headlong charge. Giving vent to a booming war cry, the Primarch of the Ultramarines smashed a path through the Rubricae before him and launched himself into a heroic leap from the lip of the crater.

Guilliman soared, burning blade leaving a trail of flame behind him. Magnus saw his brother coming and began an incantation of pain, but before he could finish it the Lord of Ultramar struck. Magnus managed to parry his brother's arcing blade with his glaive, but the battering ram impact of Guilliman's leap carried the Crimson King backward, away from the fight. The two Primarchs tumbled across the lunar surface, dust billowing around them, and smashed into the rusted wreck of an Imperial frigate. Slabs of metal and corroded ironwork crashed down around them, burying the fighting brothers in an avalanche of wreckage. Meanwhile, the battle around the crater raged on, the last remnants of the Terran Crusade fighting furiously to survive.

Guilliman fought his way to freedom, hurling aside a slab of rusted metal and ignoring the alarms ringing within his helm. His armour was compromised, its air supply venting and the cold of the void leaking in. Were it not for his god-like constitution, and Cawl's life-sustaining technology, Guilliman would likely have been dead.

Instead, he raised his blade and kicked his way clear of the scattered wreckage.

"Magnus", he shouted through his Vox grill, searching around him. The Primarch knew his dubiously gifted brother could hear his words, even in the void of space. "I know better than to think you dead. Face me!"

Deep laughter rolled around Guilliman, a sound redolent with ancient malice. As he watched, Magnus' ethereal form rose from the wreckage and drifted down to loom over him. The Daemon Primarch solidified once more, huge and menacing.

"Very well, Roboute", laughed Magnus, and his words conjured crystalline showers that rained down upon the pale ground. "Here I am, in the flesh. And -- somehow -- there you are." Magnus cocked his head to one side and smirked. "I don't remember you seeming so ... insignifcant."

"Ten millennia have made you no less arrogant, then?" asked Guilliman, warily circling his towering foe. Inside his helm, a look of disgust twisted his patrician features as he regarded the monstrous form of the Crimson King. "Certainly those years have done you no other kindness."

Magnus sighed. "How you can have such grand plans and yet such scant vision has always eluded me. This", the Daemon Primarch said, empyric energies stirring as they gathered around his levelled glaive, "is what true power looks like."

"I see no power here", said Guilliman, shaking his head in dismay. "I see corruption, and enslavement to monsters that are worshipped as gods."

"On that, Roboute," Magnus laughed, sparing a glance at the Loyalists fighting nearby, "perhaps we can finally agree."

The cyclopean Sorcerer's smile turned into a sneer when he noticed his brother glance to the skies above. "Hoping to keep my sons and I occupied until the remnants of this palsied Imperium come to save you? I may not reach our father's throne room today, but I promise that you won't either. You will be dead long before help arrives. That alone will be worth all this trouble."

With that, Magnus attacked. The giant moved far faster than even Guilliman could have believed, his ensorcelled glaive lashing out to split the Lord of Ultramar in two.

Magnus Knows it, the Reinforcements would be On their Way as soon as they Detected Their Presence, Especially Ronan was still Alive and still Serving the Imperium along with some Survivors during the War within the Webway, he has no Time to Fight the Likes of Ronan Considering that he Beat the Shit out of Russ after the Battle of Prospero when he heard of Leman Russ Action, Ronan Never Forgive Russ after that, and have Grudge to the Space Wolves since then, He and Magnus are Always Close

He is already Expecting Him to Arrive as he was the Only Custodes could fight a Primarch to a Stand still and Possibly Won, and his Thousands of Years of Serving the Emperor and the Imperium he had Won Countless Battles and War in his Long Service that which Magnus is Intending to Finish this Fast as Possible

Guilliman leapt backward, pulling his midriff in as he did so. Magnus' weapon drew sparks from his armour as it whistled past, and Guilliman landed atop the crumpled prow of a nearby frigate.

Before he could take stock, Magnus was hurling balls of blue psychic flame at him. Guilliman threw himself out of their path, sliding down the prow's rusted flank and dropping into a crouch at its feet. He broke into a charge, bursting from the drifting cloud of dust raised by his landing and weaving skillfully around his brother's sorcerous projectiles.

The ammunition in the Hand of Dominion was spent, but it was still a phenomenally powerful weapon. Sidestepping a downward cut from Magnus' glaive, Guilliman slid inside his brother's guard and delivered a thunderous uppercut. The impact lifted Magnus from his feet and sent him tumbling upward into the inky blackness. Fiery blood drifted in strings from Magnus' shattered jaw, causing kaleidoscopic fungi to sprout from where it spattered on Luna's surface, the power of change embedded even in the Daemon Primarch's blood.

Roiling psychic energy wrapped around Magnus, arresting his motion and righting him as he howled in anger. The Daemon Primarch stared hatefully down with his single eye, and Guilliman knew fresh sorrow as he realised how truly mad and lost his sibling had become.

"Arrogance", shouted Guilliman. "It was always your undoing, brother. You thought this would be an easy fight, that the gifts of your so-called gods would render me impotent. Perhaps those you serve are not all you believed them to be?"

Magnus' rage vanished in an eye-blink, and he laughed scornfully in response to Guilliman's jibe.

"You would like to believe that, wouldn't you? That the dutiful Roboute Guilliman was justified in his loyalty? That, now the ramifications of our choices have become clear, you can look down on me as you always did?" said Magnus

With sudden violence, Magnus jabbed downward with his glaive. Multicoloured flames exploded from its blade, engulfing Guilliman and the bedrock upon which he stood. Moon dust exploded upwards in crackling clouds. Fire danced across scrap iron, and Roboute cried out as agony wracked his body.

Crackling with raw power, Magnus descended, still pouring Warp fire into his brother. Guilliman screamed again, dropping to one knee as his armour blazed with searing energy. Sparks burst from the overloaded systems of his Power Armour, and the smell of his own, cooking flesh filled his nostrils.

Desperate, Guilliman drove himself backwards in a graceless leap. He flew in an arc to smash down amidst a tumbled heap of enginarium debris, armour still flickering with flames.

Magnus landed, chuckling cruelly. Sprawled amidst the tangle of wreckage, Guilliman tried to push himself to his feet. The Primarch's body was a mass of pain, and his armour responded sluggishly, a number of its servomotors burned out.

"No, brother", said Magnus. "You stay where you are."

The Daemon Primarch gestured, and spectral claws tore several hundred tons of machinery loose from a nearby wreck. Guilliman had time to brace himself before the ungainly mass impacted like a comet, burying him completely beneath an avalanche of crushing metal.

Guilliman was entombed. Alarms chimed in his ears, red warning signs flashing in his peripheral vision. The pain of lacerated organs and shattered bones dragged at him, and for a moment the Lord of Ultramar was tempted simply to give in. Then he thought again of his long-suffering sons, fighting so hard for the ideals of an Imperium they had never even known. He would not betray them. He would not let one of his degenerate brothers keep him from his responsibilities -- not again.

Muscles tensing, strength surging, Guilliman ripped his way up through the tumbled mountain of wreckage. He roared as he hurled aside a capacitor unit the size of a Land Raider, and stepped, bloodied but unbroken, into the hard light of Luna. Magnus arched an eyebrow at the sight, and braced his glaive to hurl another spell.

And then the void lit with fire.

Grand Master Aldrik Voldus looked up and gave thanks as the Emperor's deliverance rained down upon the battlefield. The Terran Crusade forces had broken into small islands of resistance, some hunkered down amidst spacecraft wreckage, others crouching behind jutting Luna rocks. The Thousand Sons had surrounded them, relentlessly pouring fire into the Loyalist positions while Tzeentchian daemons hurtled overhead on golden discs to rain Warpflame upon them.

Now, though, help had arrived. Gilt-chased fighter craft screamed down over the lunar landscape. As they did so, rippling lines of fire exploded amidst Rubricae and Horrors alike. Las blasts and hails of explosive shells tore the Tzeentchian footsoldiers apart. Bombs fell amongst them, sundering armour and flesh.

At the same time, vast leviathans of Adamantium and Plasteel rumbled in overhead. Naval system monitors of the Imperial Navy's Terran Defence Fleet hove into low orbit, their enormous forms swamping the battlefield in shadow as they came. Aided by triangulatory targeting data transmitted by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl, the voidships rained pinpoint-accurate fire upon the foe

Lunar dust whirled in sudden vortices as teleport energies snatched it up. Bright light flared, and the golden giants of the Adeptus Custodes stepped from it with their Guardian Spear levelled. Hails of bolt fire ripped into the Rubricae. Cursing, the Sorcerers ordered their undead golem warriors to turn and address these new foes, but to no avail. Moving with breathtaking speed and skill, the Custodians hacked their way into the Heretic Astartes. Each fought like a hero born, their blades splitting ancient Power Armour like firewood and sending empty helms spinning lazily away across the lunar surface.

"ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHITS, TIME FOR SOME MASSACRE BROTHERS!" Nath Shouted as he Decapitate Several Thousand Sons Chaos Marines with one swing of his Guardian Spear before Dodging a Bolter to his Face

Rallying as aid appeared, the last enclaves of those warriors who had set out from Macragge fought back with renewed fury. Aldrik Voldus stepped out from the wreckage of a bulk carrier, leading his remaining Grey Knights and Dreadknights in a valiant charge. His hammer smashed apart Ceramite wherever it connected, and psychic lightning danced about him despite the Chaos Sorcerers' best efforts to banish it. Inquisitor Katarinya Greyfax fought alongside him, her iron will bringing Tzeentchian conjurers to their knees before she struck off their heads with her masterwork blade.

Seizing the moment, Saint Celestine swept through the enemy ranks, the Ardent Blade slashing left and right as her Geminae Superia raked the daemons with bolt fire. Captain Cato Sicarius followed in her wake, rallying Ultramarines and their Primogenitors behind him as they cut a path towards the Adeptus Custodes.

"IT IS I CATO SICARIOUS WOULD CUT THROUGH THE TRAITOR RANKS FOR IT IS I CATO SICARUOUS IS THE GREATEST ULTRAMARNIE EVA!!!" Said Cato

"Not that Ultramarine shit" Said Joshua as he Dodge before he swing his Sentinel Blade that Cut the Pink Horrors in Half before Raising his shield from a Plasma Gun as he is Fighting Side by Side by his Brothers before separating themselves that Cought off Guard to their Enemies that killed them in the Dozens

"If only that Little Shit is gonna in this battle or we could do something some Accident" Said Dean as he Aimed his Bolt Caliver and Killed Several Traitor Marines

The muffled boom of engines sounded overhead, heralding the arrival of further Imperial forces. Stark yellow Drop Pod slammed down, thrusters flaring. Their hatches opened and squads of Imperial Fist Space Marines emerged from within, Bolters blazing at the enemy. Gunships rumbled overhead, yellow-hulled Stormraven and Stormtalon whose weapons tore through the Thousand Sons. Several were swatted by bolts of sorcery and hails of rotary cannon fire, flames belching from ruptured hulls as they span down to crash amidst the wreckage of starships.

"it appears the Sons of I Build sand Castle has Arrive" Said Markcus as he mused not even looking at the arrival of the Imperial Fist, he is a Allarus Custodian as they are Literally Massacring an Entire Company of the Chaos Marine with just as few as 20 Custodes

Amongst these craft flew a trio of Valkyries with hulls of crimson and black, the sigil of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica emblazoned upon their flanks. Arcing through the explosions and mayhem above the battlefield, the gunships made for the point some way distant where Guilliman still battled his monstrous brother.

Purple fire speared upwards, ripping the wing from the leading craft and sending it rolling to a halt in a blazing fireball. The other two swept on towards their quarry, and as they came in low, their side doors slid open.

While their brave pilots blitzed fire at Magnus the Red, two squads of helmed Sisters of Silence dropped from the gunships. They landed near Guilliman in fighting crouches. Angrily, Magnus swept his clawed hand through the air, dragging one gunship sideways with telekinetic power and smashing it into the other. Both Valkyries exploded and tumbled downwards, but the Sisters of Silence leapt nimbly aside. Magnus glowered, jabbing with his glaive and sending tendrils of green and yellow psychic flame spiralling in their direction. The sorcery sputtered and died before it reached them, undone by the empyric dead zone around the warrior  Nulls.

Seeing a strategic advantage at last, Guilliman leapt down from the mound of wreckage and landed amidst the Sisters of Silence. They would shield him from his brother's fell powers. Together, the Primarch and the Sisters charged towards Magnus with their blades at the ready.

The Daemon Primarch hurled another volley of psychic destruction, growling in frustration as it flickered out like the first. Angrily, Magnus hefted his glaive and swooped forward to meet his enemies at close quarters. If he could not destroy them with the powers of the Warp, he would hack and crush their mortal bodies until nothing remained but meat.

Beneath the dark lunar sky, with Terra hanging, ancient and hallowed above them, the two Primarchs crashed together once again.

As they Clash, a Bright Flash of Light behind Magnus Blinded both of the Primarchs 

A Spear Pierce Through Magnus Armor with a Yell "MAGNUSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!' Ronan Shouted in Anger before he Punch Magus in his Chest that Sent him Flying away from them before Unsheathing his Powersword as it's Crackling with Power, as it was Created by Vulkan and Emperor and Bless by the Emperor

Magnus Recover Quickly as he Cough Blood before he Rub it and looked to his Finger, before Smiling to see who is the one who Punch him and Wound him as both of Ronan's Weapons are Bless by the Emperor Esepecially the Guardian Spear was Created by the Emperor Himself with it's Range is an Adrathic weapon and both of it's Weapon bathe the Blood of the Emperor's Countless Enemies

"Brother Ronan, how Nice of you to Join this Reunion" Said Magnus as he still Towers both of them, Though Ronan was Slightly Taller and Broader than Guilliman "Care to Join our Ranks?"

Ronan only Glared at Magnus "You know my Answer Brother Magnus" Said Ronan but he Smirk "But Let us Not Ruin this Party shall we? You can Surrender yourself and ask Forgiveness for our Father, or you could Move out from Chaos and become Neutral brother" He said as he Pointed his Spear to Magnus

"You do Realize Brother Ronan that he would possibly not surrender Right?" Said Guilliman with a Raise Eyebrow

"Hush now Brother Roboute, I'm stalling some Time here, That Aeldari Shadowseer Contacted me Earlier about her Plans" Said Ronan though their Private Vox in their Helmets even though both of them could Survive without a Helmet, But Ronan doesn't take Any Chances as he always Fight with a Helmet, since last time he Check he took a Plasma Blast from the Warlord Titan and Survive but he felt that Pain and for that he Never Remove his Helmet during Duty especially in the Battlefield and he Further Upgrades it with Additional Shield to his Helmet just to be Safe

"And now you two of my Brothers must Die" Said Magnus as he Blast them with his Psychic Powers, though Both Guilliman and Ronan Dodge and Begun Charging at him, with the Sisters of Silence behind Them, though with the Massive Powers of Magnus, they would Need more Sisters for that as Even Before he was Curropted by Chaos Magnus doesn't affected by the Null Fields of the Sisters, for that Ronan and Guilliman will take the Brunt of the Fighting

Amidst a hail of ensorcelled bolts, Veilwalker sprang away, as her kin cartwheeled into the enemy's midst from another direction. In such low gravity conditions, the Harlequins could achieve feats of agility and grace beyond even their normal blinding skill, and Veilwalker laughed again as she saw the Rubricae rendered clumsy by comparison.

Bounding in a high pirouette over the battle, Veilwalker sought he who wore the Armour of Fate. There he was, amidst the wrecks of crude human spacecraft, battling his monstrous brother alongside a band of warriors. Even from here, the mere presence of the psychic Nulls made Sylandri shudder.

Guilliman, Ronan and Magnus were trading hate-filled blows, their weapons crashing together with titanic force. The Nulls were doing what they could to aid the fight, stabbing blades at the daemon in their midst or pouring Bolter fire into him. Already, several lay as broken corpses for their troubles, but the rest were doing an effective job of deadening Magnus' sorcerous powers.

Ronan Block Magnus Glaive, Guilliman Jump and uppercut Magnus in the Head Staggering him, Ronan Swing his Spear in Wide Arc, Magnus Step Back just in time his Armor was Hit, Guilliman Surge Forward, as he Swing his Sword Horizontal swing Magnus Parried it with his Glaive but he Din't Ronan's Sword Struck his Face 

Veilwalker landed gracefully, ignoring a storm of magical flames that exploded away to her left. Daemons, befuddled by her Domino Field, cast their spells at where they believed her to be. With a thought, Veilwalker activated the communications inlay in her helm, communing with her Death jester, the Hollow Prince.

"The moment has arrived", she said. "Our drama has played out, and the brothers' enmity burns anew."

"Now the final curtain, then?" whispered the voice of the Hollow Prince, rich with wicked mirth. "Indignation. Outrage. Vendetta."

"It must be thus", agreed Veilwalker. "I shall ready the gate, for truth this time. You deliver your lines, and let matters play out."

Without waiting for an answer, Veilwalker cut her communications. She sprinted for the crater from which they had all emerged. She wove and sprang, dodged and tumbled through the raging battle, finally throwing herself into a feet-first slide over the crater's lip. Veilwalker arced gracefully down, moon dust falling about her like snow, and landed in a crouch amid the mounds of armoured corpses. Across the crater floor, the darkness was lit by the whirling storm of purple light that spat from the corrupted Webway gate. Magnus had done that, cursing the portal to permit his unnatural passage. Veilwalker smirked coldly behind her mask; he would pay for that hubris.

Across the field of battle, she knew that the Hollow Prince would be communicating with Guilliman and Ronan, explaining their plan to the Primarch. The Death Jester would be telling the Primarch that Magnus could be destroyed only by casting his body into the corrupted Webway gate. If Veilwalker's visions were correct, Guilliman would believe him.

"That's how She Told you?" Said Guilliman as he Parry Magnus Glaive, as well as Ronan before Dodging a Lighting that Aimed his Head in Point Blank Range

"Yes!" Said Ronan as he Parry Magnus Glaive before Headbutting Magnus

Veilwalker hurriedly began her incantations. The energies around the Webway gateway pulsed and shuddered, the runes on its sides glowing brighter as a keening vibration shook the dark pit.

At that moment, battling demigods appeared upon the crater's edge. Guilliman, Ronan and Magnus, both bleeding from the wounds they had dealt one another Even Ronan, though Their Bleeding Stop as their Healing Factor are Superior than their Sons/Brothers with Ronan are Even Superior as Every time wounds Inflict on him Heals Almost Instantly, still flanked by a last handful of the Null warriors. Magnus bisected another of the women with a brutal swing of his glaive, which lashed around to hack a chunk from Guilliman's breastplate.

"The Sisters have Done their Duty Brother" Said Ronan as he looked at the Head of the Silent Sister before Glancing back at Magnus

"indeed, Now Magnus would likely Draw more Power now more than Ever" Said Guilliman before they're Charging

In return, the Lord of Ultramar and the Golden Guardian drove Magnus back with hammer blows from the Emperor's blade and Spear, then they both slammed Their shoulder into Their brother's chest and sent the Crimson King crashing down the steep slope.

Guilliman leapt after him, not giving Magnus a chance to recover. The Primarch's onslaught was punishing, the wounded Guilliman visibly pouring everything he had into this last storm of blows. Veilwalker melted away into the shadows as the warring brothers neared the Webway gate, still muttering her incantations and weaving her staff back and forth.

Before Magnus could Retaliate, Ronan Plunge his Sword to Magnus Wrist stopping him from Hurling Warp Energy

With his back to the gate, the Primarch of the Thousand Sons conjured a wave of telekinetic fury Ronan was Sent away and used it to fling a mass of Space Marine corpses -- Loyalist and Traitor alike -- at the last few Nulls. They vanished from Sylandri's sight, their contra-empyric drag blinking out as they were buried beneath a macabre heap of the dead.

"Magnus your Arrogance have Cause so Much Suffering, you Never Listen to anyone but yourself" Said Ronan in Anger as he Cut a Traitor Corpse

"I DID NOTHING WRONG BROTHER!" Magnus Roared as he Sent more Debris to the two Dimi-gods 

"Then let this be a Listen and Humble you Magnus or not" Said Ronan as he Fired his Adtratic Weapon that Disintegrate a Land Raider 

The Shadowseer started forward, fearing for the fate of the Final Act. Then, with a roar of hate and rage, Guilliman and Ronan struck. The Lord of Ultramar and Golden Guardian lunged at Their brother. The burning blade and Powerfields drove in, under the Daemon Primarch's guard, and sank deep into his chest. Golden flames leapt, and Magnus howled in agony as they chewed hungrily at his flesh. He unleashed his powers in an uncontrolled sorcerous blast, its shock wave racing out across the crater and throwing Sylandri from her feet.

The burst of power hurled Guilliman and Ronan onto Their back, blades in hands, and sent Magnus staggering free, back through the pulsating Webway gate. Sylandri had one chance, a single moment in which to alter fate. With a final word, she shattered the runestone that glowed hot in her palm, and severed the Webway gate to Luna forever. Power surged, Magnus roared his fury, and then was cut off from Luna, his warriors and his brother, banished to the depths of the Labyrinth Dimension.

"To all Imperial Forces this is Ronan Belleza, Magnus is Gone i Repeat Magnus is Gone Victory is within our Grasp Children of the Emperor!" Said Ronan

With it the Imperial Forces Cheered as they Renowed their Assault towards the Forces of Tzeencth

"It's nice to see you again Brother Roboute" Said Ronan with a Smile Behind his Helmet as he doesn't have time to give him a Proper Greeting during the Battle

"indeed Brother Ronan" Said Guilliman as he Return the Smile

"Come let us End this Battle and Meet our Dear old Father" Said Ronan as he Strode forward to Finish the Battle, that which Guilliman nod in agreement before Charging before simultaneously Commanding their Forces

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And Done

The Battle of Luna is Over

This Story would be Short not as long as my other 40k story

See you Next time Folks