Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

"Lord Guilliman, drink this first.

Several [Dreadnaught Mechs] formed an iron wall around them, blocking Robert Guilliman, who was covered in scars all over his body.

The injuries on the Lord of Ultramar were very revealing. Due to the cruel torture of the ferocious bald man, there was really not a single piece of good flesh on his body.

"Thank you. Ahem."

Robert Guilliman spoke weakly, but before he could finish his words, he coughed up a lot of blood.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The injuries on his body would have killed an ordinary Space Marine a long time ago. That is to say, as a Primarch, he was physically strong and could barely survive.

Robert Guilliman gently took the suitcase from the [Dreadnaught Mech]. When he opened it, he saw a black reagent.

Since the [Dreadnought Mecha] could not actually control its own power, the considerate Norimei Isayama specially prepared a suitcase for them to use to send the bottle of engine oil to Robert Guilliman.

Robert Guilliman originally thought it was a bottle of ordinary potion to treat injuries, but it seemed to be a bit beyond his expectations.

How should I put it, it doesn’t feel like it’s for people to drink.

This unknown liquid looks quite mellow, and even a slight shaking will not cause any shaking.

Glassware serves as a container to isolate certain substances, but it can still give people a sense of the extraordinary nature of this reagent.

But when Robert Guilliman unscrewed the cap of the bottle and sniffed it to his nose, even with his superhuman body he couldn't bear the irritating smell.

It's so spicy that I feel like vomiting.

Robert Guilliman screwed on the bottle cap at a very fast speed. At the same time, he also had a premonition that something bad would happen if he drank this thing.

If you eat something of unknown origin, you may not know what will happen.

So after taking a look, Robert Guilliman screwed the bottle cap on.

He felt that the current injury did not seem to be inevitable.

"Lord Guilliman?"

[Dreadnaught Mecha] is a little confused. If Robert Guilliman is not seriously injured, why doesn't he drink this bottle of healing potion?

In their impression, Isayama Norimei is a sage from the Mechanical Mars Cult, so there should be no problems with what he gives.

The Empire's double-headed eagle symbolizes the Emperor, and the Martian Mechanicus, as loyal allies, created a powerful Empire.

Isayama Nomei led the [Dreadless Mecha] to resist the rebels. In their eyes, he was already the most loyal and reliable comrade-in-arms.

[Dreadless Mecha] The host was stuffed into a small sarcophagus. His brain was not very easy to use, and now it has become a muscle.

Isayama Nomei said that this thing can cure Robert Guilliman, so it will definitely cure him.

Therefore, Robert Guilliman was obviously seriously injured but did not take any medicine. This strange behavior made [Dreadnaught Mech] find it very strange.

"I'm fine"

Robert Guilliman waved his hand, looking very serious.

"Ask my children to bring some medicine, and I'll just take it and be fine."

[Ultramarine] also has its own pharmacist, so there is actually little need for such strange medicines.

"vomit."

But before Robert Guilliman could even finish his words, he vomited a large pool of blood again. There were a lot of internal organs mixed in there.

It's obvious that this guy is just talking hard. In fact, if his injury is not treated as soon as possible, Robert Guilliman may become the first Primarch to be killed, and he will not be able to wait for his descendants to get the medicine. time.

"Come on, it's not poison."

This time Isayama Nomei's voice came from the [Dreadnought Mecha], not through the effect of psychic spells.

This kind of transmission distance no longer requires the use of psychic spells, so it is better to save some psychic power output.

Robert Guilliman's gaffes all appeared in front of Isayama Nomei, and he suddenly changed from an unreachable regent to someone he could actually contact.

"If I hadn't sent these fearless people here, it would still be a question whether you believed in your father or not."

If Norimei Isayama hadn't risked the sinking of both battleships and urgently teleported the [Dreadnought Mecha], Robert Guilliman would have been completely tainted by Cole Phalon.

"Have I ever cheated you so far?"

Isayama Nomei sneered, this guy was far more timid than he thought.

"The majestic Lord of Ultramar, wouldn't he dare not even drink a tube of potion?"

Robert Guilliman heard what Nori Isayama said and wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

He gritted his teeth and unscrewed the cap of the bottle, then drank it all in one breath.

Robert Guilliman opened his eyes suddenly, his expression quite ferocious.

"Holy shit, I was fooled."

The taste was so pure that I felt like I was about to pass. It looked so mellow, but the taste in my mouth was very rough, as if there were sharp knives scratching the inside of my mouth.

Robert Guilliman forced himself to swallow it, but it was obvious that this was not something disgusting that he could force himself to swallow.

As soon as it enters the throat, it is like drinking extremely hot lava. The tongue that has been obviously numb actually regains a different taste experience.

What's exaggerated is that Robert Guilliman even began to remember things from his childhood. It was obviously a life-saving medicine, but he drank the medicine and drank it.

Looking back on my life, my only regret may be that I was unable to give these traitors a fatal blow.

The taste was probably far worse than anything Roboute Guilliman had ever imagined.

"It's useless if you spit it out, brother."

Isayama Nomei said this directly to him as if he had expected it.

He watched Robert Guilliman strangle his neck with both hands on the big screen, kneeling on the ground and twitching violently, as if he was strangling himself to death.

Give a reminder immediately, otherwise Robert Guilliman will probably spit it out if this continues.

But Robert Guilliman was already so miserable, and Isayama Norimei was thinking about whether many people would watch this thing if he made it into a VCR.

But this idea was too hellish, so I just thought about it. After all, tarnishing the image of the Imperial Regent would have to go to the Inquisition.

What Isayama Kenmei gave him was only the kind of healing potion that can speed up the Titan's self-healing, so it might be a little too strong for a Space Marine.

Trivia: Although Titan is a purely mechanical product, it can repair itself after being injured on the battlefield and during missions.

Isayama Norimei's potion is a healing potion that accelerates this process, and his logic is also very simple. Even behemoths like Titan can heal themselves. There is no reason why Robert Guilliman's disease cannot be cured.

It is called the treatment method of using special medicines during critical periods. Although it is rough on the battlefield, it is very practical and can save the life of the patient.

On the other side, Cole Phalon was not knocked unconscious by the fierce punch, but was temporarily unable to free his hands.

"Where did these damn beasts come from?"

The fist in Cole Phaeron's sight kept getting bigger, and by the time he recovered, he had penetrated several walls and was heavily embedded in them.

Although he did not suffer any serious injuries, it was still embarrassing to be beaten so far in public.

Cole Phaeron had obviously killed all the [Dreadnought Mechas] before, so why did such a group of iron lumps appear?

"Teleport?"

Cole Phaeron shook his dizzy head and realized that it was transmitted from his "Pseudo-Emperor".

But before he could pull himself out of the ruins, he heard a shrill whistling sound in the air, and the terrible impact directly tore the special alloy into twists and turns.

Kor Phaeron's eyes were once again buried in darkness, this time even more powerful than the impact just now.

There was another violent collision immediately, and the [Dreadnaught Mecha] squeezed Cole Phalon in again with its thick body.

If you can see it, you will find that there are two fire-breathing thrusters on the back of the [Dreadnought Mecha] that are constantly pushing forward, giving it powerful thrust.

[Dreadnaught Mecha] is obviously a very large body but has extremely strong flexibility. Using the power gloves in its hands, it smashed Cole Phalon against the wall with one punch after another.

This [Dreadnought Mecha] is quite powerful, that’s because he is a veteran among the veterans of the war group. If the nails in the later world are made according to the standards, he will have at least ten golden nails in his service.

It's fierce when it's on the battlefield, it's still fierce when it's a [Dreadnought Mecha], and it's always at the forefront.

The power gloves on the [Dreadnaught Mecha] have been overloaded, especially the parts. The original black color of the machine has turned into the orange-red color it is now.

The sight of the ridiculously high temperature gave people the feeling that their bodies were about to explode.

One hand of [Dreadnaught Mecha] is a power glove, but the other hand is a flamethrower.

The high temperature above can even melt the armor of a military armored vehicle with all the equipment protection functions. The power of that high temperature is quite astonishing. Every time he punches, he will use this flamethrower to roast the guy inside.

[Dreadless Mecha] was about to put the flamethrower on his other arm and pull the trigger when he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

"You really pissed me off completely."

The surrounding walls were scorched black and there were very obvious signs of burning. In the deepest part, a pair of eyes as red as blood glared at this heroic battlefield veteran.

Cole Phaeron's anger has been fully expressed with his psychic powers, and the swaying battleship [Macragge's Glory] has regained its balance under his control.

Moreover, the [Dreadnaught Mecha] was completely unable to move. Even if the propeller behind it was almost burned out, it could not prevent him from being firmly imprisoned in place and unable to move.

Cole Phaeron's eyes narrowed, and the two mechanical arms of the [Dreadnaught Mech] that had just offended him exploded at this moment, and the jingling parts shattered and scattered all over the ground.

As for the captain of the first company of the [Word Bearers], he gradually walked out of this pile of ruins and came to the [Dreadnaught Mecha].

Cole Phaeron, who had been completely ignited by anger, tore the mecha apart with his bare hands. The five fingers of his right hand came together and penetrated directly through the chest of the [Dreadnought Mecha].

Visible blood gradually flowed down. Inside the [Dreadless Mecha] was a sarcophagus, which contained the body tissue belonging to the original battlefield veteran, which was the heart of the [Dreadnought Mecha].

Originally it was the sound of steel being torn apart at first, but then it was the sound of flesh being penetrated, and a huge bloody hole was opened directly from the middle of the [Dreadnaught Mecha].

A cruel smile appeared in Cole Phaeron's eyes. He wanted to pull the guy who betrayed him out of this machine.

Different from the majestic appearance of the [Dreadnought Mecha], there is only a charred black and almost invisible fleshy thing inside. It is surrounded by life-sustaining equipment to help these surviving warriors as much as possible. , to extend their lives.

But this is the truth about these veterans of the Chapter. They were seriously injured and could only hide in this small box, burning their last bit of blood for the empire.

The dry and emaciated human form may have seen real light for the first time in many years. His facial features were almost invisible and he spoke dryly.

"For the Emperor."

"Does the Emperor want your scrap metal?"

Cole Phaeron sneered mercilessly. In his eyes, these people gave the Chaos forces unwanted things that no one wanted.

Suddenly, the [Dreadnaught Mech], which had been silent just now, seemed to have infinite power, and its entire body collapsed on Cole Phalon, and the last trace of fuel was about to be burned out.

This was the last dazzling bloom of life, and a large number of high explosives that had been buried inside the [Dreadnought Mecha] by Isayama Norimei were immediately detonated.

"I can finally rest."

There was a hint of relief on Rouduan’s face

Isayama Kenmei watched as a huge hole was blown out of thin air on the [Macragge's Glory], and the raging fire inside swallowed everything.

"Well, rest in peace."

That feeling that seemed to be the embodiment of the most loyal and sincere feelings towards the Emperor directly swallowed up the meat ball and Kor Phaeron.

It is a burning loyalty!

"What a piece of trash. Even if it blows up, it won't hurt me even a hair."

In the fierce flames, a humanoid figure walked out freely.

It was Cole Phaeron. He had no other injuries except that he was a little embarrassed by the self-destruction. He was also healed by his own healing psychic spell.

The big bald man was cursing and seemed quite unhappy with the self-destruction attack of the [Dreadnought Mecha].

"No, he has done everything he can."

A rather strong body appeared in front of Cole Phaeron. He bent down and picked up the half-remaining head of the [Dreadnought Mecha], and said in a solemn tone.

"Leave the rest to me."

"Guilliman, what's wrong with you?"

Cole Fallon felt a little strange. Why did this guy feel like he had changed?

The shirtless Robert Guilliman was bathed in golden flames. All the muscles in his body swelled, and his eyes changed from blue to gold. There seemed to be infinite power beneath the explosive muscles.

Indifferently, he held the great sword blessed by the Emperor in one hand and stared at Kor Phaeron with angry eyes, like an angry god.

"I will kill you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cole Phaeron was directly lifted up by Robert Guilliman and flew out like a toy.

The far greater physical strength than before caught the bald man off guard, and he was led by Robert Guilliman.

Cole Phaeron wanted to mobilize his psychic power, but found that the powerful power of Baidu Bailing failed at this moment, and there seemed to be a strange energy rushing through his body.

This feeling, after being beaten by Robert Guilliman, even gave him the urge to vomit blood.

"Don't forget that you just suffered the self-destruction of that veteran."

Those explosives are also specially designed for psykers. Along with the explosion, dust is spread in the air that can prevent psykers from using psychic spells.

Robert Guilliman put his foot on Kor Phaeron's abdomen and fixed him tightly to the escape pod.

The escape pod can be ejected directly to the top of the battleship, and the Emperor's cultists are also at the top of the battleship.

Robert Guilliman was fulfilling his agreement with Isayama Nomei, and that was the grave of the captain of the first company of the [Word Bearers].

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