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Chapter 99 Assassins! Another assassin!

Chapter 100 The Assassin! Yet another assassin!

For a fleeting moment, Guilliman wanted to let his anger drive his body to tear the man named Sun Qian in front of him to shreds.

But he managed to control himself with reason.

Guilliman did indeed lack trust in Sun Qian, but he also did not believe that the other party would be foolish enough to provoke him by killing his own offspring.

"What's the reason?"

"He is an Alpha."

"Where's the evidence?"

"My heart is the proof."

Sun Qian pointed to the pierced breastplate, and Guilliman frowned slightly.

"Where's the body?"

"I threw it out of the void during the battle, and I don't recommend you go looking for it now."

Guilliman first glanced at the shattered windshield of the Thunderhawk gunboat, then looked up at the hole smashed in the dome glass.

With the Primarch's powerful vision, he could vaguely make out a corpse floating in the void.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, Guilliman was actually in turmoil.

Is Hill really Alpha Reis? Or is this just a case of Sun Qian murdering his own offspring?

"Alpharis" is the name of Guilliman's Primarch brother and the commander of the Twentieth Legion, but in reality, this name is often used to refer to someone or is used by Alpha Legion soldiers as a self-designation.

Because of past disputes and conflicts, Guilliman had studied the Alpha Legion's various special tactics and knew that these Astartes, who were particularly adept at intrigue and infiltration, could have their identities replaced through surgical disguise.

In order not to alert Leon and Saint Gilles, he came here in secret, so he did not bring the Chief Chapter Master, the Champion, or his chief strategist, Titus Prito.

Therefore, it is impossible to use psychic abilities to peer into other people's minds.

Hill reunited with Guilliman during the sweep of the Word Bearers forces in Shadow Crusade, if his identity had been replaced...

Guilliman felt a pang of inner turmoil.

He wanted to angrily rebuke Sun Qian and firmly declare that he would never mistake the son who had fought alongside him.

But Guilliman had to admit that...

Even just now, he didn't immediately realize that "Motalian" and "Petulabo" were fakes.

"Like I just reminded you, you should be more careful about the dangers around you, my brother."

Crash!

Before Perturabo's mechanical head could finish speaking, Guilliman activated the Hand of Domination's disintegration field, crushing it into a sparking mass of scrap metal with brute force.

"Shut up."

Guilliman spoke as calmly as possible.

"We can talk about it when we get back. Is your Thunderhawk gunboat still running?"

Sun Qian paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that Guilliman accepted his explanation so easily.

But he immediately shook his head.

"We suffered severe damage when we forced our way in, and now there's only one way to leave."

Sun Qian raised the teleportation beacon in his hand. Guilliman frowned slightly and looked at the Merrickson he was holding in his other hand.

Even Astartes wearing ordinary power armor would find short-range subspace teleportation unbearable, let alone mortals whose chances of survival are extremely slim.

But now Guilliman knows that saving one more person is pointless, and besides, the former head of the Yutalos family is hardly innocent.

How long will it take to complete the beacon adjustment?

"It might take five minutes, cough cough... no, ten minutes."

Sun Qian placed the beacon in the ground and then quickly began adjusting it, but Guilliman could clearly hear his rapid and unstable breathing.

While losing a heart is not fatal for a Space Marine, it still places a severe burden on the body.

"The subspace effects here are severe; to prevent any accidents, I must..."

"No, let me do it."

Guilliman put down the Merrickson gauntlet, sighed, and removed the Hand of Domination power gloves.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not being considerate of your injuries, I'm just saying it's more efficient for me to do it."

Sun Qian hesitated, but finally stood up and took two steps back to make room for Guilliman.

Guilliman crouched down, his fingers, thicker than those of a Space Marine, moving with surprising agility and speed as he precisely controlled the signal transmitter at the end of the beacon via the control panel.

With his innate talent for learning and the meticulous instruction of scholars from all over the world by King Connor, Guilliman possesses a vast and profound knowledge that makes him a true polymath. When it comes to operating mechanical equipment, most technical priests are probably not as good as him.

According to Sun Qian's calculations, the adjustment would have taken at least five minutes, but with Guilliman personally taking charge, it could have been completed in just three minutes or even less than a minute.

As Guilliman focused intently on adjusting the transmission beacon...

Sun Qian, who was standing behind the original body, had a strange smile curving his lips, which were originally purplish-blue from weakness.

Whether it's Astartes or Primarchs, they often place too much faith in their superhuman physical strength or blindly rely on warp powers such as psionic abilities.

As a result, they ignored—or abandoned—the powerful weapons that humanity possesses.

Intrigue and treachery.

Sun Qian slowly raised his hand, and a powered short sword appeared as if by magic, silently appearing in his grasp.

Since the time of ancient Terra, weak mortals have been able to conquer creatures stronger than themselves through cunning and treachery. Now, as an enhanced version of humanity, the Astartes should take these weapons to their next level.

When there is no one to guard against, reaction speed is meaningless;

Any creature will die if its vital points are hit.

The so-called Chosen Ones are like this, and so will the Primarchs.

From that day forward, the entire galaxy will be shrouded in fear—

It did not come from the Chaos Apostles, nor from those so-called demigods.

Instead, they came from the most deadly assassins in the galaxy.

AlphaRes!

Just as "Sun Qian" thrust his powered short sword at Guilliman, seemingly already able to feel the blood splattering on his body in 0.01 seconds—

"What are you doing! Stop right now!!"

Guilliman's sudden, sharp shout startled Sun Qian.

Have we been discovered? As expected of the leader of the Ultra Warriors, he truly possesses extraordinary multi-threaded thinking abilities.

But it was too late. At this distance, without power armor protection, and without even the Hand of Domination, he, as one of the Alpha Legion's most elite assassins, could easily...

Swish! ! !

But the next second, Sun Qian felt the cold blade slicing through his neck.

"Finally found you... the murderer of my father... Sun Qian, Death Spear will end your life!"

And from behind, it sounded somewhat like Merekson Yutalos—

Yet it overlapped with hundreds, thousands of voices, like hoarse whispers echoing from the abyss.

"In the name of Irebas!"