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Guilliman fell silent. Illusions—from the Death Guard, Guilliman knew that warp creatures loved to use illusions to weaken people's mental strength, making it easier for them to harm humans.

This is a common tactic used by warp creatures. My warriors, remain on high alert.

Killman paused, staring at the Ultra Warriors. He wondered if he should wait for the think tanks to arrive, but it was likely they wouldn't make it.

But even if they arrive, can Killieman still trust them?

Should Guilliman trust them? But what if the illusion he just experienced was actually the enemy's attempt to sow discord?

After a brief moment of deliberation, the Primarch made his choice.

The blue-helmeted team resumed its movement through the fog, heading towards the World Eater's command center.

Now, Killieman thought, even Motalian's face began to look kinder.

Inside the office atop Macurag, Mortarian let out a deathly howl.

It's been three days already.

The Lord of Death muttered to himself,

I think it's time to hold a funeral for the Lord of Makula.

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Chapter 436 In the Illusion

One day, people will realize that war and killing are inevitable.

The act of killing itself gives Him power.

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"Illusions are a unique little treat you can't miss when facing the subspace."

Hades said he naturally reached for the maklag pastries that Guilliman had offered him.

So what kind of hallucinations do people usually experience?

Robert Guilliman asked if the Lord of Macragge wished to know more about psychic powers.

Hades paused for a moment.

I should answer you, I don't know.

The commander of the Death Guard said this.

“I am a soulless being, and I have never experienced immersive hallucinations—but I think you can ask Mortalian,”

Hades then added a sentence, as if he was afraid that Guilliman would go directly to Mortalian.

"The premise is that Mortalian is willing to share those illusions with you. Generally speaking, no one likes to bring up those illusions on their own initiative."

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Given the Primarch's willpower, I believe these hallucinations will not be an insurmountable problem.

Robert Killman said seriously,

Hades, engrossed in his pastry, glanced up and gave Killieman a meaningful look.

"I hope so, and may you always remain steadfast in your resolve."

Hades paused for a moment.

"Perhaps for some people, having a firm belief is also a kind of strength."

Now, Robert Killieman realized what Hades was talking about.

He and the Ultramarines advanced through the blood mist, the fog obscuring everything.

There were no enemies, only corpses leaning against the bulkhead in people's sight after a long march.

Guilliman initially thought these Ultra Warriors might attack him, so he remained on guard against them.

But when the first piercing scream rang out, Robert Killieman realized he was wrong.

The scream came from the end of the makeshift column, and when the Primarch turned around sharply, Guilliman only saw the tail of the column where one person had already disappeared.

Respond to me! My warrior!

Guilliman shouted, and the Primarch gestured for his warriors to follow him, while he turned and ran in the direction where the man in the mist had disappeared.

After running eighty-eight steps, Guilliman saw a headless corpse kneeling on the spot, holding its head high in its hands.

The corpse knelt on the ground, within a circle drawn in blood, with eight mortal heads piled beside it.

That belonged to the Ultramariner who had just vanished; his own severed head was pointed at Guilliman, as if mocking the naivety of the Lord of Macragge.

Killieman gripped his sword, but then he realized something. He turned around and saw that his team was missing a few more men.

The screams came from afar through the fog, the long corridor distorting the cries infinitely, and faintly, Killieman felt as if they were laughing.

With the corpse kneeling before him, the team is now eight people short.

The clanging of armor rang out, and Guilliman turned sharply, seeing Lion Leon's cloak flash by in the mist.

[Leon Johnson?!]

Guilliman shouted, his voice fading into the fog, while his remaining offspring surrounded him, looking terrified.

Guilliman called out in vain, his voice like a stone falling into an abyss, leaving nothing behind.

For a moment, Guilliman felt the folly of his actions, which filled him with a helpless anger.

The Primarch was immediately recalled to the team; he didn't want a repeat of what had just happened.

But in the blink of an eye, eight more Ultra Warriors disappeared from Guilliman's sight.

They disappeared without a trace.

After eighty-eight steps, Guilliman found the bodies of those people again.

Did they struggle in the moments before they died?

Cold sweat beaded on Killieman's forehead. Were they forced or did it voluntarily?

If they were forced to disappear, why did they disappear so easily? But if it was voluntary... could that really happen?

This time, a hoarse chuckle came from the darkness of the ceiling. Guilliman looked up and saw a pair of pure black eyes staring at him madly.

The next moment, Conrad Coz lunged at him and vanished into the fog in an instant.

? !

Killieman looked down and saw clear bloodstains on his blue helmet, bloodstains that looked like those left by Coz's power claws, with sharp ends.

Robert Guilliman took a deep breath. "This is an illusion," the Lord of Macurag firmly told himself.

Leon Johnson and Konrad Coz could not possibly be here; they would be in Macurag.

His primary task now is to leave this place, while simultaneously preventing any further sacrificial deaths within his ranks.

Guilliman recognized that these deaths accelerated the onset of hallucinations.

Immediately afterward, the Ultramariner at the head of his team let out a cry of alarm, but this time it wasn't a casualty. Guilliman looked over and saw the Lord of Fire, his naked corpse scorched by fire, lying on the ground.

? !

Killieman gasped.

Vulcan?!

But this time his brother didn't immediately disappear into the fog. Guilliman ran over, crouched down, and tried to examine Vulcan's body.

As soon as he reached out his hand, blood gushed from the floor, rising rapidly and instantly engulfing Vulcan.

Vulcan!!!

Guilliman's hands groped futilely in the blood, but then he stood up, his gauntlets stained crimson with blood, drops of bright red dripping from them.

It's all an illusion.

Guilliman reaffirmed his resolve once more; he couldn't afford to lose his composure any longer.

It's all a lie, it's all meant to distract you, Guilliman, you should know that.

Even though he was still shocked and puzzled by the Primarch appearing in the illusion.

"Sir, please remain rational."

The Ultramarines beside him suddenly spoke up, reminding Guilliman. Guilliman calmed himself down, and the light of reason burned brightly in his eyes.

Be vigilant; these are all illusions.

Kiliman paused,

We cannot accept any more staff reductions.

Is this just an illusion?

Guilliman thought about it and felt a surge of anger at being fooled. His enemies were provoking him with an invisible illusion, and he could do nothing but stay trapped here.

A sneer rang out, clearly reaching Guilliman's ears.

Guilliman immediately recognized that it came from one of the still-living Ultra Warriors!

Without hesitation, the Ultramariner plunged his power sword into his own chest—

"what!!!!"

The moment the blood splattered, Guilliman heard a clear, familiar scream.

It's Yodon.

Stop!!!

Guilliman roared in fury, and the Primarch charged toward the Ultramariner who was attempting suicide. He pulled the traitor's hand away, and the sound of the Space Marine's arm snapping rang out crisply.

But it was too late; the Primarch realized that the traitor he had suppressed had already lost his breath.

Beside him, the last eight traitors also drew their guns.

You think fooling a prime minister is a great feat?!

A dying sob escaped from the mist, and at the same time, the blood of the Ultramarines splattered around Guilliman. They hadn't even had time to pull the trigger of their bolters.

The traitors fell, and Guilliman pressed one hand against Boris's neck, pinning him against the bulkhead.

【traitor,】

Robert Killman said expressionlessly.

Do you think an illusion could attempt to defeat a Primarch?

He strained, and the sound of bones breaking came from his neck.

Guilliman released his grip, and the body slumped limply to the ground.

To the relief of Lord Macragge, Yodon's mournful cries in the illusion ceased.

His heart was burning with confusion, bewilderment, betrayal, and deception.

Now he should try to escape the illusion and find Angron.

Robert Killman killed the last eight people.

A red light flashed in his eyes.

Robert Killman saw Anglon charging toward him and raised his battle axe.

Great!

Chapter 437 Angron is Running

It was all just a clumsy, last-ditch effort to make a scene.

He couldn't even cast much power.

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