Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

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【traitor!】

Rock raised his sword, about to decapitate the Ultramariner, but stopped abruptly, instead drawing his gun and cleanly blowing the head apart.

A voice requesting backup came through the communication channel, intermittently. Without hesitation, Rock began running in that direction.

That's where the World Eater's Arena is located.

Rock knew exactly what he would face there, but he was no longer afraid!

"In the name of Angron! For the Emperor!"

Rock shouted as he charged toward the arena.

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Robert Killman's eyes reflected blood red.

Amidst a crimson, muscular demon army, the blue giant stood like a true god of death, each swing of the Akagi short sword claiming the most blood and lives.

Guilliman lowered his short sword, his aristocratic face furrowed, and Angron sensed the surging anger within him.

[...such a blasphemous existence.]

Killieman spoke in a hoarse voice, and even Robert Killieman could read into the intolerable madness and evil in these deliberately arranged decorations.

The two Primarchs, along with their guards, were hurrying through the corridor, the smeared blood making the entire passageway resemble a slaughterhouse.

Angron smelled the smoke from the explosion. On their way, they saw that some key parts of the World Eater warship had been deliberately and meticulously destroyed.

The Lord of Crimson Sand recalled the inexplicable hatred for the Ultra Warriors that had been passed down from his offspring…

Angron clenched his teeth tightly. He still believed in Guilliman—but… what were all those other feelings?

Be careful not to get too angry.

Angron warned him, feeling the pull of his offspring's soul—it was the arena!

At the crossroads, Angron suddenly turned around and ran towards the arena without the slightest hesitation.

Gilliman followed behind Angron, but before turning the corner, the Lord of Macragge subconsciously glanced in the opposite direction.

With the Primarch's keen eyesight, Guilliman saw that in the darkness at the very end of the corridor,

An Ultramariner is holding the corpse of a World Eater crew member in his hands, carefully smearing something on the wall with his blood.

【Hey?!】

Guilliman immediately erupted in an unimaginable roar.

His mind was buzzing. Which soldier from which regiment was that? And what was he doing?!

A traitor has appeared among the Ultra Warriors?!

【What are you doing?!】

The Primarch's roar reached the other side in an instant. The Ultramariner seemed unsurprised to encounter the Primarch and immediately burrowed into the deeper darkness.

Killieman felt all the hot blood rushing back to his brain, but he felt terribly cold.

In that brief moment, Guilliman considered countless possibilities.

All these countless possibilities pushed him toward that one and only decision.

After the extreme cold, Guilliman felt the rage burning fiercely within him—

He was ashamed of his failure to discover all this, ashamed of the depravity of his offspring, and ashamed of the unacceptable reality.

Without hesitation, Guilliman sprinted in the opposite direction from Angron, towards the Ultramariner.

【Sorry, Angron!!!】

This is like an apology for his reckless choice, and also an apology for what the Ultramarines did.

The Primarch was unaware at this moment of the Alpha Legion, which was known for its espionage and infiltration, and which infiltrated various legions.

Meanwhile, Robert Guilliman did not have the ability to identify alpha among his offspring.

In another branch of fate, Guilliman once spoke with several Alphas disguised as Ultramarines, and even the Lord of Macragge failed to confirm their identities just before they opened fire.

Angron could not possibly abandon his offspring in the arena, and Robert Guilliman could never possibly give up the opportunity to find out what exactly happened to that Ultramariner.

So far, they have not faced any sufficiently formidable enemies on the World Eater's warships.

So they parted ways.

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Chapter 435 Now, it's Khorne's turn!

【Battlefield】

No, absolutely not.

Archangel Saint Gilles spoke calmly, his blood-red eyes reflecting the hideous monster before him.

He spread his wings and slowly rose into the air, the spear in his hand shimmering in the magnificent sunset of Baal.

Beneath the archangel, the Khorne fiend who called himself Cabanha was panting heavily, his body covered in numerous violent wounds.

This demonstrates how brutal and insane its war with Sanguis was.

The bloodthirsty berserker gasped for breath, still making its final struggle.

"You should join us, perfect angel."

The madman grinned arrogantly, its gaze fixed on the distance. On Baal's battlefield, the corpses of Holy Blood Angels and Blood Demons lay piled together.

Crimson armor, crimson flesh, crimson blood—scarlet stained everything.

Eight minutes earlier, using the connection between the Blood Angels and Saint Gilles, and with ample preparation, Kabanha killed 888 Blood Angels in a short span of time.

The immense pain of his offspring's death overwhelmed Saint Gilles, causing him to fall from the sky while he was fighting with Cabanha.

The pure white feathers fluttered haphazardly in the wind.

And because of the archangel's own suffering, they all ignited with blood-red flames, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.

An angel fell, and Chaos himself whispered in his ear, earnestly guiding him toward the true way out.

In that brief moment of unconsciousness, the archangel seemed to have experienced hundreds of years.

He heard lies more real than reality itself, and saw a future more reliable than history itself. In his bizarre and fantastical dreams, he saw the terrifying, decadent future of humanity.

Brothers betray, galaxies burn, stars fall, and for the next ten thousand millennia, humanity is gone, leaving only war.

In the end, the false god known as the Blood God reached out to him, promising him everything he craved, and promising a future where his offspring would be cured of their genetic disease and blood thirst.

The angel calmly lowered his eyes.

He recalled his conversation with Horus at the Warmaster ceremony that day, and the reactions of the Emperor and the other parties after the Nicaia farce.

He recalled his own deduction.

What exists within the warp is the Emperor's true enemy.

Now, the Blood Angels, along with Baal, have fallen into darkness.

A sudden demonic army, the bloodthirsty madman Kabanha who was persuaded, and a being known as the Blood God...

All of this powerfully demonstrates the viewpoint previously derived by Saint Gilles.

Imperial Truth is a lie.

It has always been like this.

The gods exist and dwell in the chaotic highest heaven.

And now, one of them reached out its hand to him.

Come, my proudest child, I will give you everything.

What should he say at this moment?

Saint Gilles realized that now, only the last piece of the puzzle remained in his deduction.

He thought of Luo Jia.

The archangel parted his lips, and in response to the Blood God's invitation, he gave his answer.

"For the God Emperor—"

Saint Gilles opened his eyes.

The archangel, who was rapidly falling from the heavens, suddenly rose up!

The next moment, before anything could react, Saint Gilles hurled a spear that could pierce through anything at Cabanha!

This was a fatal blow, a single strike that determined the course of the war. The archangel, awakened from the Blood God's illusion, immediately began a fierce battle with Kabanha.

Eight minutes from now, the angel facing Cabanha only needs one final blow.

Faced with the dying struggle of Carban, who still insisted on inviting him, Saint Gilles simply uttered a single word.

【No. 】

The angel said that in the next moment, a spear imbued with pure rage drove away the bloodthirsty demon.

The archangel took a deep breath and hovered above the blood-red battlefield, the setting sun of Baal draping him in a dazzling cloak of wings.

The Great Demon's last words still echoed in his ears.

"Arrogant bastard! You think you're the only one?!"

[God Emperor...]

Saint Gilles's murmured whispers shattered in the wind.

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Killieman sprinted, his footsteps echoing through the corridor, while the think tanks behind him called out his name.

If Killman stops, they are expected to catch up with Killman in thirteen seconds.

Robert Guilliman believed he could survive thirteen seconds on his own, especially since the most powerful member of the raiding party was the Primarch.

There is an insurmountable gap between the Primarchs and the Space Marines in terms of combat power. If Guilliman were to face an enemy who could rival him, he was certain that his offspring would not be able to help him much.

Sometimes, he had to step forward because he was the only one left.

As Guilliman ventured deeper into the warship, an ominous mist of blood began to rise.

Killieman's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He saw his Ultramarines, warriors emerging from the mist, their gold and blue armor clean and gleaming.

what happened?

Guilliman instinctively gripped the Crimson Sword. Based on the shoulder armor of the warriors, Lord Macragge successfully identified them—

Some of them were Ultramarines from the 19th and 20th Legions stationed at World Eater Harbor, while others were Ultramarines dispatched to rush into the inferno to rescue the World Eaters after the explosion.

What is going on? !

And now, his offspring are rushing towards him from all directions amidst the blood mist.

【Stop! 】

Killieman's authoritative rebuke rang out.

[Soldiers, state your names and why you are here!]

The Ultra Warrior in front of him stopped and bowed respectfully to him.

“My name is Boris, my lord. We originally intended to go to the World Eater’s command center to provide support, but upon receiving your armor signal, in accordance with Article 8 of the Combat Code, we have chosen to reinforce you first.”

Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief, but he also had a nagging feeling that something was definitely wrong. He stared at the Ultra Warrior, Boris, remaining vigilant.

Did you just see an Ultra Warrior... smearing the Xe Cult's mark with mortal blood?

Paul paused for a moment, and Guilliman saw the soldier glance back slightly at his comrades, who in turn looked back at him.

Finally, Polis spoke after some hesitation.

"My lord, this fog seems to create some kind of illusion. Some of our fellow warriors have seen... the strangely behaving World Eaters, but they haven't seen the Ultra Warriors you mentioned."