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When the power supply cable of the stasis field under the throne of the Primarch was cut off, the eyes of the Ultramarines veterans in the church went dark, and a desperate sadness rose from the depths of every Ultramarine's heart. , as if the starlight of the entire galaxy was extinguished.

Eliwood could not imagine what the evil Primarch had done to his genetic father. His brain refused to acknowledge the fact that Robert Guilliman had died in front of him.

This desperate sadness centered on the church where the Emperor's statue stood and spread throughout Ultramar. Even the Ultramarines instructors who were far away in Parmenio to recruit recruits tasted the bitter taste at this moment and couldn't help but feel sad. Tearing up.

There was a dead silence in the splendid church, as if even the imperial epics engraved on the walls were mourning the passing of the Emperor's Son.

However, there was not even a moment to mourn the death of the Lord of the Ultramarines. A powerful heartbeat sounded in the lifeless church.

Dongdong——dongdong——

There seemed to be a strong arm clenched into a fist, knocking on the window that separated life and death.

Magnus straightened up with satisfaction, stood in front of Guilliman's throne and stared lazily at the changes that had happened to his brother.

The crimson Helm of Dominance has been put on Guilliman's head. This war crown that once belonged to the Blood God Khorne seemed a bit too wide when it was first put on Guilliman, but after a few seconds, , the size of the helmet becomes extremely suitable.

The metal engraved with blood runes fit the cheekbones of the father of the Ultramarines, and the two twisted long horns on the helmet became restrained.

The dark thorns wrapped around the Star Bomber's helmet began to grow and spread, like deadly snakes burrowing down Guilliman's neck into the gaps in his armor, piercing into the hideous wound on his throat that had been cut by the sword of Slaanesh.

The elite veterans of the Ultramarines, headed by Eliwood, witnessed this scene with clear consciousness. They clearly saw that their holy and noble father was covered with the unclean aura from chaos, and the thorns with the air of death were on the original body. Climbing on his body, the sky blue paint on his armor also dimmed.

Hot tears fell from the eyes of every Ultramarine. Today is the most humiliating day since the establishment of the glorious 13th Legion. It is even more shameful and humiliating than the day Macragge fell.

Because today, in front of the most elite Honor Guard of the Ultramarines, the Daemon Primarch Magnus killed their father and defiled Guilliman's body with a blasphemous Chaos Artifact. His skills transformed the majestic King of Ultramar into strange shapes.

The genetic ancestor of the Ultramarines was no longer pure.

Eliwood shed tears of humiliation in pain, and he swore in his heart that as long as his heart was still beating for even one second, he would not give up his hatred of Chaos and all possibilities of revenge.

However, the reality is cruel. Under the absolute pressure of the demon primarch, it is very difficult for him to even breathe.

However, just as the Ultramarines were grieving and crying, the heavy and powerful heartbeat became clearer as time passed.

"You finally woke up..."

Magnus' instinct for danger made him subconsciously take a few steps back. He came directly behind Eliwood and separated the Honor Guard of the Ultramarines, who was standing motionless, between him and Guilliman, who was wearing the Blood God's Crown. between.

When accepting Russell's commission, Magnus once thought about a question: Why Guilliman?

Guilliman, Guilliman, who keeps writing with his quill, every time I see him, he is always working, working, working endlessly... like a machine that can never be idle.

He governed the huge five hundred worlds in an orderly manner and was a virtuous king deeply loved by the people of Ultramar. He was the embodiment of reason and the most outstanding statesman and military strategist in the empire.

The figure known as the model of the Primarch, 'Robert Guilliman'... Why is such a Primarch known for his rationality and wisdom related to a reckless man who worships blood and skulls in the eyes of the Star Bomber?

Magnus couldn't understand the motives of the Star-Buster. If he just wanted a powerful demonic primarch to fight for him on the front line of the war, then he, the Wizard King, who had already fallen into his hands, was obviously more important. Good choice.

In terms of combat prowess, Magnus considered himself to be at the forefront even among all the Primarch brothers. Only the deceased Sanguinius and Horus could hold him back.

When it comes to resourcefulness, Magnus, who has a vast collection of words and ink on his chest, even claims to be the best among the primarchs. Guilliman and his like, who have rigid ideas and only know how to follow the rules, are not even qualified to be compared with the King of Wizards.

So why Guilliman? Why did the Star-Buster give Guilliman the Helm of Domination that once belonged to Khorne? In Magnus's view, even the Dark Angel's original body, Lion, was undoubtedly a better candidate than Guilliman. He really couldn't understand Russell's decision.

However, the question in Magnus's mind now found the answer.

In the center of the church, the heartbeat of the original body was getting stronger and stronger, just like the war drums in front of the battle array arousing the fighting spirit of humans as warriors. Magnus could feel that the Ultramarines who were protected by him were becoming excited. Even the wizard king's psychic suppression became powerless.

The next moment, Eliwood broke free from Magnus' control and rushed towards the Primarch's throne in the center of the church.

The remaining dozens of Honor Guard victorious sword guards also escaped one after another. They all knelt down in front of their genetic father, with their palms pressing the scabbards on their waists.

The armored giant sitting on the throne stood up tremblingly, his eyes obscured by the shadow under the Helm of Command. His body was trembling not because of the old injuries Fulgrim left him, but because... anger.

Endless rage.

For a moment, Magnus couldn't even recognize that it was Guilliman standing in front of him. The church reliefs around him seemed to turn into skulls on the ground, and blood flowed into a gurgling stream under his feet. Khorne himself sat upright. On top of the mountain of skulls...

"I would actually mistake him for the Blood God?" Magnus felt incredible about this.

However, the deepest essence of Guilliman's soul is so consistent with the power of war represented by this Helm of Command, as if the talent for war was born to him, and he was born for war in this life.

Even if Angron, the primarch of Daemon of Khorne, wears the Helm of Dominance, he may not be more suitable than Robert Guilliman...

Looking at the burly giant in front of him wearing a crimson crown, wrapped in black thorns, and holding the flaming Emperor's Sword, Magnus realized:

"Guilliman, my brother, you seem to be born for war."