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【now】
【Endurance】
The bright blue runes burned on his neck until he was almost driven mad. [Motalian] laughed maniacally, the scythe wind swirling around him. He felt the blood all over his body burning, boiling and turning into fuel for black flames.
[Killiman, ha ha ha! Killieman!!! Are you satisfied now?!!!!]
He laughed loudly as he once again faced the bone sickle that was about to slash at his neck.
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【now】
[Hehehe... I knew that hanging out with 'Killiman' would guarantee you good food...]
[Angron] chuckled. At this moment, the battlefield was no longer a confrontation between the Empire and the Necromancers, but a battle between the Empire and the Chaos Empire. The Chaos Empire's defection was unexpected, and even though they had been prepared, the Empire was at a disadvantage from the very beginning.
The moment he received [Guilliman's] order, the horrified [Angron], who could no longer contain himself, let out a ecstatic cry, thrusting his hips upwards, radiating waves of love and lust.
The fountain cascaded down under the bright blue sky, the sunlight casting its rays upon the crystalline liquid, making it appear as translucent as pearls. The spray fell upon each Slaanesh warrior standing in the shadow of the Primarch, their arms and mouths agape in a trance.
On the outermost edge of the battlefield, the Lord of Red Sand, who was trying to avoid the Chaos army as much as possible, immediately covered his eyes in pain and screamed.
Even so, Angron dutifully deployed his psionic shield to prevent his warriors from suffering the same injuries as he had.
Encouraged by their Primarchs, the World Eaters joyfully activated their sensory connections with their Primarchs, each taking out their treasured potions and giving themselves a few shots—
Instantly, the previously demoralized army's morale soared! They were filled with renewed energy, passion, and charisma!
This is exactly the kind of entertainment they came here for!
The Slaanesh warriors, chanting various obscure phrases, immediately brandished their axes and homemade obscure tools, spraying sweat, saliva, medicine, and unidentified red and white liquids (perhaps blood, cerebrospinal fluid, or bone marrow fluid), and charged towards the World Eaters they had long coveted in the previous battles, running while keeping an eye out for other Slaanesh warriors who might snatch their desired slaves first.
The Frenzied Ones immediately rushed over joyfully, heading straight for Angron. Although Angron's expression was clearly extremely ferocious, in order to reduce casualties and prevent his offspring from facing the Frenzied Ones, the Lord of Red Sand bravely stepped forward and was the first to suffer mental and psychological attacks.
The battlefield was immediately plunged into a scene of lewdness and chaos; the scene was too blasphemous to pass censorship.
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At the same time
【Let's fight.】
Saint Gilles' expression was calm. Holding a long hair in his hand, the archangel slowly ascended into the air, looking down at the vampires on the ground. The Primarch spread his wings, and the sun outlined a beautiful edge of light on the edge of his wings.
[I really didn't expect this... Is this considered cheating? I should have asked Corax for a jetpack a long time ago.]
The vampire stood there, raising an eyebrow and futilely stretching out his arm, then glanced at his empty arm.
There are no so-called wings of Saint Gilles there.
[well.]
The vampire sighed, seemingly lamenting his unequal battle, but there wasn't much anger in his eyes. He easily raised an eyebrow and looked at his other self.
Come on, let's have a fight.
An eagle swooped down from the sky.
Even if an agreement is reached, they will still have to fight—[Killiman] will be watching every one of his loyal subordinates.
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【now】
[You anticipated this day long ago, my friend?]
We're not friends. My other self—I've never seen anyone treat human life so cheaply—this childish game ends here.
On the battlefield littered with the remains of undead in space, the two Guillimans gazed at each other for a long time. Behind Guilliman, Luo Jia stood silently with her head bowed.
Further on, the endless blue ocean stood in stark contrast.
[What a pity.]
[Killiman] smiled, his smile growing deeper. The look in his eyes chilled Guilliman to the bone. His other self, the cold-blooded king, was looking at Guilliman as if he were a toy.
Guilliman believed that if he lost, his fate would not be death—another version of himself seemed eager to conduct experiments on him.
[I'm still glad to confront you—it's been a long time since I've seen anyone who can match me in intellect and disguise…not even the False Emperor could…I've only felt this way when the Lord of Change confessed his lies to me with deep affection.]
Guilliman took a deep breath, feeling a beast within him being provoked; he was indeed angry.
[I have never pretended—Killiman. I genuinely love my people, I genuinely serve my people, and I genuinely want my people to live better lives. If you think this is just a facade I put on for the sake of maintaining stability—then you are terribly wrong. You are absurd. No one is as cold-blooded and cruel as you.]
[Yeah?]
[I thought all monarchs were like this... Look, aren't emperors like this? Shouldn't a qualified monarch be like this? You love your people, yet you send them to their deaths?]
Take a deep breath.
Guilliman calmly looked across at the monster, seeing no need to make things difficult for himself. He resolutely swung his sword, and the ocean behind him surged.
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【now】
Support has not arrived...
Finus Manus stood silently in the command room. The attack from the Necromancers in space suddenly stopped. Now, the attacks that his army had to resist mainly came from the remnants of the Tyranids and Greenskins.
In reality, the army he now led was already in ruins; the previous high-intensity fighting had cost Fernus the majority of his troops.
Fortunately, the Necromancers of space did not pursue them relentlessly, otherwise Phenus and his army might have truly perished here.
However, even if Fernus dies, his soul and will will return to the Nirvana System that permeates the entire empire, unless someone completely devours him with the Dark Domain, or corrupts Fernus with some extremely powerful sorcery.
But Fenus's soul also shines with purity, and with the massive Nirvana system, he is already a minor god in the warp. The sorcery that can suppress him must be at least at the level of a Chaos God.
Even if Phenus is corrupted by chaotic-level magic, he can cleanse himself of the impurities by calling upon Hades.
Fenus remained silent. The two Death Guard reinforcements that had been agreed upon had not arrived. Based on his calculations, Fenus believed that the agreement between the two empires had broken down.
Immediately afterwards, the message that Fernus received confirmed this—the contract had been broken, and now the legions were facing off against their respective Chaos Legions on different battlefields.
As for Hades...
Phenus predicted that Hades might be heading his way, but because of Tyrannosaurus and the Greenskins, Hades would likely not arrive here quickly.
but……
Suddenly, Phenus blinked in confusion, then looked up sharply and saw a vast array of warships on the Bird Servant.
Has the reinforcement army arrived?
This was the first thought that popped into Fernus's mind, but then he realized something was wrong. A clearer image was captured, and he frowned as he saw the blue fleet that stretched like a vast ocean, with the azure Ultramarines markings on it.
Killieman?
No, no, no, it's another sign of Chaos [Guilliman]!
How come Chaos [Guilliman's] army is here?! Isn't the cold-blooded monarch [Guilliman] currently in a standoff with Guilliman?! Or is it just the army here, while the Primarch himself is still on another battlefield?
The next moment, as if answering Fernus's question, the near-field communication channel was opened, and a familiar voice came from it.
Hello, Finus~
Robert Guilliman said cheerfully,
[I admire your talent and character, Finus. I'll give you one minute to consider surrendering.]
This is humiliation—
Fernus calmly replied and quickly sent out a command signal and a distress call—as expected, all communications for the entire fleet were blocked.
The Primarch coldly checked the communication channel again. It was a local communication channel—it could only be used within the same star sector. Was it some kind of disguised sorcery?
And you, Guilliman, aren't you on another battlefield?
Yes, I'm fighting against another version of myself right now.
Guilliman smiled, as if to let Fernus see, and walked with a smile to the ship's largest viewing window.
[But I am here too, Phenus, I came for you.]
In the blink of an eye—
Amidst Guilliman's seemingly sweet words, Finus realized the true reason Guilliman had come here.
[Guilliman] wants to try to cause some problems with the Nirvana System that maintains the entire Empire's territory, through the Primarch of Fernus himself.
Even if this tactic doesn't work, it's still a very worthwhile deal to eliminate a Primarch while it's at a disadvantage.
Fernus believed that Guilliman possessed the means to prevent his soul from returning to the Nirvana system.
He looked up again at the enemy force, which had far more ships than his own.
Can he hold out until Hades arrives?
If no reinforcements arrive, Fernus calculated the probability to be 0.021%.
Chapter 841 [283] The Buried Truth
Past events are like smoke, swirling and intertwining, making it difficult to discern the truth.
Those who were sacrificed witnessed the whole truth.
He volunteered to sacrifice himself.
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In [Killiman's] eyes were reflected the few small arks in the raging sea, the small and dilapidated array of warships as insignificant as a group of fishing boats next to a giant ship.
Killieman's lips curled into a smile.
Even if another Guilliman deliberately kept Fenus Manus separate from the entire Chaos Empire and kept his distance, he could not have foreseen the current situation.
The cold-blooded monarch personally arrived, solely to strangle Fernus—[Guilliman] knew Fernus's importance; compared to other Primarchs, Fernus touched upon the very foundation of the Empire.
[attack.]
[Killiman] said softly, then watched with satisfaction as a light illuminated his vision—countless torpedoes and light spears shot out from under the bowstring, lighting up the void.
Fighter jets took off, escort ships swarmed in, heavy cruisers lined up, and countless plumes of smoke rose from the heavily armed battleships, their engines roaring across the galaxy. The sheer number of ships under his command was enough to easily overwhelm Fernus's fleet—
[Guilliman] never fights unprepared battles; he possesses an entire empire, which is the best gift of his imperial power.
And now... if Fernus really wants to win...
【Guilliman】blinked, watching curiously as the fleet of warships under Fernus's command rapidly formed ranks. The Primarch, possessing an iron will, transformed his fleet into a fist in an extremely short time and space, with the fleet gathering and layering around the main ship at the center.
...Only one option remains, a tactic that can never go wrong in this galaxy.
[Guilliman] pondered, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, watching as the fist suddenly accelerated, striking straight towards [Guilliman]'s ship, almost as if in a state of complete sacrifice.
[Guilliman] could see the light cruisers led by Fernus colliding with his warships, both of them being thrown out of control into the distance. But after that, with a piece of flesh torn off, Fernus's fist continued to smash towards [Guilliman] with an almost frenzied speed.
Yes… [Killiman] turned around, preparing to greet his “guest.” Finus Manus planned to use a boarding maneuver, which was the only solution given the huge difference in combat strength.
[Killiman] was just waiting for Fernus to board the ship. The heavy battleship beneath him was already fully prepared for the boarding action. In this heavily guarded area, [Killiman] would capture Fernus alive and then corrupt his soul.
He will bring another piece of good news to the Chaos Empire—
Just like before, he always wins.
[Killiman] smiled, unable to suppress the memories of those days.
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【past】
[Another Fate Line]
[A beautiful arrangement, my brother. This proves your respect for the Emperor's orders.]
Dressed in splendid blue armor, Robert Guilliman walked toward the palace with Mortarian. First, they had to pass through the palace gardens—the layout of which was overseen by Peturabo.
As Guilliman strolled along, he seemed to raise his head, marveling at the golden ribbons and sculptures suspended in the air. Perturabo walked beside him, the expressionless Primarch merely giving a cold laugh after hearing Guilliman's praise.
No one would disregard his orders.
[Petulab] bluntly pointed this out without any mercy, which caused [Motalian], who had been silent, to suddenly turn his head and glance at [Guilliman], but [Guilliman] still wore a flawless smile.
[Indeed—I am truly delighted by the achievements of our great Peturabo, and I am glad to see Terra so secure under your leadership, though I grieved for a long time when you and your legions left the Great Crusade.]
【Motalian】 looked up and met the gaze of 【Guilliman】, who was speaking eloquently without batting an eye.