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Guilliman stepped out of the aircraft and scanned the battlefield one step at a time.

The Primarch possesses Primarch-level vision.

The vision of the Astartes is countless times more sensitive than that of mortals, and the vision of the original body is countless times more sensitive than that of the Astartes. It is so unreasonable. Anyway, big is great, and big is strong.

As soon as I stepped out of the hatch, I saw that the entire battlefield was glowing.

Guilliman paused.

From the ground to the sky, from the front line to the rear, the golden light was so intense that it was almost real, covering every inch of the land. The golden light spread flatly on the rock shell and dyed the originally gray and black parched ground of Plantium into a golden shoal.

The entire frontal battlefield.

From start to finish.

The area where all the Ultramarines step on.

Everything is covered with golden light.

Guilliman: "...?"

He knew that he had robbed a suspected living saint of his father, but he did not expect that the scene would be so exaggerated.

What's going on with this golden light that covers the whole place?

How come none of the children died?

He walked out of the range of the white smoke-filled drop pod and stepped into the border of golden light.

A slight feeling of warmth came from his body, like when he was a child stepping barefoot on sandstone that had been exposed to the sun for a day. Even the pain that had been corroded by the poison of chaos on his body was relieved a bit.

The power of total light.

It is the healing aura of a living saint.

The front line of his heirs is advancing steadily, with the tactical teams maintaining standard spacing, the heavy firepower teams alternately covering, the terminators of the first company are opening the way on the left, and the commandos of the third company are harvesting on the right. Everything looks very normal, very consistent with the Ultramarines tactical manual, and very well-trained.

No wounded, no bodies.

Guilliman: "..."

How can this happen?

Engaging with the demon front line, the firepower density was extremely high, with at least hundreds of bloodthirsty demons attacking the front line.

According to normal battle damage estimates, a firefight of this intensity would result in at least double-digit casualties.

But all the soldiers stood, no one fell down, and not even a bandage was made to stop the bleeding.

Is such a thing as a living saint so powerful???Is it more effective on the battlefield than their original body???

The expression behind the Regent's visor went blank for a moment.

But he still maintained his momentum and did not show any timidity.

In front of the children, even if I feel like my biological father has arrived...

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