Chapter 113: A pseudo-history of the Guilliman Rebellion? ?
A gap appeared in the dark void.
The paradoxical light of the warp pours from the cracks.
A fleet consisting of one strike cruiser and four frigates passed through the curtain of reality and illusion and appeared out of thin air in the void.
The bow of the ship has a ram made of fine gold.
There are huge golden double-headed eagle emblems on both sides of the ship.
They shine brightly in the void and are very conspicuous.
The conventional engine is activated to propel the battleship to sail in the real universe.
The captains cast invisible nets into the void, trying to absorb all available data in the void.
"The displacement is successful, we have successfully escaped from the highest sky."
The Displacement Commander sitting in the complex mechanical throne shouted, "All ships are in position, the Emperor's light protects us."
Guilliman stood on the bridge podium of the strike cruiser.
Below him is a tiered space the size of a football field, with densely packed consoles and machinery emitting noisy electronic sounds
Various positions on the bridge became busy due to the emergency, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
The officers and servants walked in a hurry, the sound of artificial machinery echoed on the bridge, and the gears meshed smoothly, preparing for war.
"Raise shields and baffles."
Guilliman's voice was penetrating.
Even without amplification equipment, it can be ensured that staff in every corner can hear his words accurately and clearly.
The thick steel panels of the main observation window and portholes rise to reveal stunning views.
Brilliant beauty permeates the starry sky where the Osiris star cluster is located.
If you look at it on a cosmic scale, the Osiris cluster is very beautiful.
Clouds of dust and glowing gas extend in all directions from the Osiris cluster's core.
The tip is lit up by stars, emitting brilliant light.
Of course, if one knew the truth behind this beauty, most people would shudder at the malevolence of the universe.
Nebula material is continuously sucked in by the star.
This process produces a huge amount of strong radiation, which makes the entire star cluster shine brightly and clearly.
That is to say, the seemingly beautiful Osiris star cluster is actually a furnace of death. It is difficult for any flesh and blood life form to survive under the strong radiation.
Of course, not all galaxies are furnaces filled with death radiation. There are also some galaxies far away from the core that give birth to life.
These suitable worlds were shaped by humans into colonies suitable for the survival of their own species during the pioneering era when humans stepped out of the earth and toward the stars.
The subspace storm is raging, and the era of strife has arrived.
Many of Osiris's colonial worlds were isolated due to storms and wars.
The commander of the Thirteenth Legion, Glenn Vostor, established contact with the local indigenous people of the Seperis system.
Informed the other party of the Emperor's grand plans and the existence of the Empire.
Finally, he extended an imperial invitation to the other party.
The local indigenous people readily agreed to this.
But during the peace talks, he launched a suicide attack.
Glenn Vostor and a group of officers were killed, and even the Thirteenth Legion's flagship "Thessalan's Thunder" was blown up.
According to the Ministry of Military Affairs, a Glory Queen-class battleship equipped with the empire's latest technology is already on its way.
It will become the new flagship of the Thirteenth Army.
"Inquiry message received." The communications director shouted, "It has been verified that it belongs to the imperial ship sequence. They requested to talk to us, do you agree?"
"Bring the information in," Guilliman ordered.
One of the Mechanicus-Priests walked up to the console in front of the Primarch and entered a series of binary codes.
The machine buzzed to life.
The cogitator stack embedded under the console beeped loudly.
The head soaked in the nutrient solution opened its mouth, and a large number of bubbles came out.
The projection interface was dark at first, then lit up, and the image of a man appeared.
His face had some vicissitudes of life, with a few scars.
"Father of the Primarch, I am Marius Gage. I'm sorry that I couldn't go to the First Expeditionary Fleet to see you."
"Performing your duties is more important. I will not accept your apology because there is no need to apologize."
"But I always feel like I should make time to see you."
"Now, we have met. It's just a little late. It's nothing." Guilliman smiled. "Don't be sorry for this anymore. This is a request and an order."
"I understand, sir." Gage nodded.
"Tell me about Seperis," Guilliman said.
"This is a tragedy and a major mistake on our part. Successive victories have blinded us and made us arrogant."
Gage's tone was a little heavy and sad.
"All of us thought Seperis was just a simple act of surrender. It wasn't until the other party detonated the anti-matter bomb that we realized that it was not that simple."
"Afterwards, we conducted an investigation with the help of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and found that behind a series of events, there was an alien race with psychic powers, which we called the Osiris Mind-Taking Seed."
A picture unfolded in front of Guilliman, showing an alien inside.
The aliens are tall and lean, and their armor is a blend of biological and mechanical features.
Guilliman read the reports from the Mechanicus' dissections and studies.
The mind-controlling race of Osiris is an alien race whose use of psychic powers is beyond imagination.
Each of them is a powerful psyker.
The body is not a simple physical body, it has a gas-like touch.
They feed on the brains of intelligent creatures and are very keen on living brains, viewing them as a delicacy.
The powerful spiritual power can easily destroy the will of most intelligent creatures and turn them into puppets controlled by themselves.
Those creatures that could withstand their psychic attacks were mercilessly burned to ashes by the fires of the Warp, or captured and used as playthings or as food.
Their social structure is very much like a nomadic tribe, living on huge void starships.
Wandering from one world to another, they will not settle down, and after they have taken advantage of them, they will leave.
The sages of the Mechanicus also figured out their harvesting process through memory reading and other means.
First, they use their psychic powers to cause chaos and strife in their target worlds.
Next, directly intervene after the target has been weakened by cannibalism.
They will enslave as many local creatures as possible before being exposed, and then let them attack those that are still uncontrolled.
Those prey with psychic talents that can resist them will be brought to their ships and regarded as the most delicious delicacies.
"This race is like an ancient nomadic predator." Guilliman carefully analyzed the data report submitted by the Mechanical Magus.
"Yes, they are very cunning. They will not choose to fight us head-on. Instead, they will continue to use the local indigenous people to infiltrate and destroy."
Gage looked bitter.
"They are proficient in mind control, and ordinary people cannot resist it. As long as one infiltrates into the ship, the ship will basically fall."
"What are your plans next?" Guilliman asked.
"We have reorganized the legion and promoted a group of officers to fill the vacancies. The Mechanicus has also promised to provide us with mental shielding devices and protective force fields, and we will attack them again at that time," Gage said.
"A good plan, but they will never sit still and wait for death. They will most likely choose to escape." Guilliman pointed out the flaws in the plan.
"Too many people have died, and we must take revenge."
"What's your opinion?" Gage asked.
"We must use lightning speed to make the aliens pay for their debt with blood," Guilliman said.
"The military has no way to resist their mental control. Whether it is the knight corps or the navy, it is possible to be controlled."
"If friendly forces aim their guns at us, it will be an extremely terrible disaster."
Gage did not agree with Guilliman's proposal.
Guilliman said: "We do not need to engage in a large-scale war, but to assemble an elite squad."
"Strike with precision and speed like a scalpel, cut off the main trunk, paralyze the rest, and win."
"The Osiris mind-control species are proficient in mind control, which means that they have a mind network unique to their own race."
"Cut off the head that is used for thinking, and the rest of the limbs will naturally die."
"Decapitation tactic?" Gage asked.
Guilliman nodded, "As for the details, we will discuss them in detail after the meeting."
"Yes, Lord Primarch."
Gage nodded.
After he bowed and saluted, the projection screen flickered and disappeared, and the screen went dark again.
Guilliman looked up and saw the fleet in the distance through the porthole.
They are suspended in the void, like magnificent steel mountains, and the aura they bring is shocking.
Smaller ships and frigates lined up in the shadow of the massive battleships.
Transport boats blazing with propulsion engines shuttled among different ships.
Some ships were undergoing maintenance, and the blue glow from welding was clearly visible in the dark void.
After passing the identity check, the ship slowly stopped in the outer area of the fleet.
Several transport boats took off, carrying Guilliman and a group of Astartes warriors before heading to the temporary flagship of the Thirteenth Legion.
Ten minutes later, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the transport boat slowly landed.
The dampers open, holding the transport boat firmly in place.
High-pressure gas roared and spurted out, and the mechanical device groaned and opened the front hatch.
Legion Commander Marius, Terran Destroyer Captain Sirax and many other Thirteenth Legion soldiers stood in formation on the registration deck.
In addition, there are accompanying narrators, poets, as well as naval admirals, representatives of knight families, the world of the Titan Order, and the sages of the Mechanicum,
They witnessed ten warriors wearing crested helmets stepping out of the cabin, each wearing shining armor, with a cape emblazoned with a double-headed eagle flying on their shoulders.
A living god then arrives.
His armor is mainly blue with gold accents.
The double-headed eagle cape hangs behind him, perfectly accentuating his silhouette and extraordinary temperament.
The breastplate is inlaid with a golden double-headed eagle emblem.
On his heroic forehead is a laurel wreath decorated with gold leaves.
Guilliman looked around at the crowd and smiled.
"Nice to meet you all."
Marius was the first to kneel down, followed by many Chapter Masters and Company Commanders.
In this gesture they paid allegiance to their Primarch Father.
At Raven's insistence, the Empire enacted several laws that limited the Primarch's power and prevented them from becoming dictators of the Legion.
However, the blood connection between the primarch and his descendants, as well as their strong personal charm, will still allow them to easily win the allegiance of their descendants.
Guilliman walked up to Gage and helped him up.
"Are you willing to follow me and complete my father's great cause together?"
"You are my leader and lord." Gage solemnly swore, "I will always follow you until the galaxy burns and the stars burn out."
"I am deeply honored." Guilliman smiled: "Now, let us discuss how to deal with those damn mind-taking aliens."
The reporters hiding in the crowd raised their cameras or spread out paper to sketch, hoping to capture this great moment forever in an artistic way.
A military council was called.
Guilliman devised a plan for an assault.
They would return to the Seperis system and unleash their vengeful wrath upon the mind-controlling Osiris.
After the meeting, several light cruiser-class battleships known for their speed were fired up and left the fleet.
They quickly arrived at the Seperis system through short-distance jumps.
This galaxy has three stars that form an intricate gravity map.
The battleship carries the Empire's most advanced communications systems and auspicious arrays.
Ensure they can become invisible infiltrators and gain information on the enemy without anyone noticing.
When they entered the Seperis galaxy, they reduced the combustion efficiency of the reactor, shut down various systems, and reduced the sense of presence.
Then, a large net was launched, greedily grabbing all the information that could be absorbed.
Guilliman sat on his throne on the command deck, a hologram of the Seperis system suspended before him.
The huge bridge is empty, and only carefully selected crew members who are immune to certain mental control are eligible to participate in this mission.
"We have successfully arrived in the Seperis system and used the radiation of a star to hide ourselves." The captain with the mechanical eyes embedded in him reported to Guilliman.
"This is good news." Guilliman stared at the hologram. "Look for the enemy. They are an interstellar race. They must have their own spaceship. Find and destroy them, and those guys will have no way to escape."
After a while, the computing console connected to the auspicious array emitted a buzzing warning sound.
The intelligence manager connected the data cable connected to his spine to the console, "My lord, the original body has discovered some special psychic signals."
"Show it," Guilliman said.
The hologram of the Sepelis galaxy appears as dots emitting red light.
They move slowly in the void.
Guilliman frowned.
The extreme engine in the body quickly reads relevant information and analyzes it.
After a moment, the original body smiled and reached out to select a few light spots on the holographic map.
"Lock these. Send all the energy to the engine, turn on full power, and sail at the fastest speed."
"They will definitely find us, and we have to cut off their heads before they react."
The mechanics of the Adeptus Mechanicus chant their hymns to the machines.
The sages regulate the output of the energy pile and supervise the engine's power ratio at any time.
The battleship trembled, and the system's multiple mechanical sounds whined.
Reactors operating at low power quickly ramp up power, burning more intensely and releasing light that is brighter than stars.
The crew braced their bodies to withstand the stress of acceleration.
The ship crossed the void and headed straight for its target.
Before the enemy could react, he had reached the attack range.
The light spear array, which had already accumulated energy, was launched immediately.
The bright beam instantly lit up the void.
Somewhere space warps, and something hidden behind the scenes is revealed.
It was a crystal ship as magnificent as a city.
A unique mysterious force field enveloped the entire body, blocking all attacks from light spears.
An attack capable of destroying the world only caused ripples on the enemy's force field shield.
"Concentrate your firepower and penetrate its shield." Guilliman said: "Then, we fight in."
Teleport Hall.
The elite members of the Thirteenth Legion who were transferred gathered here.
They were conducting a final battle readiness check with the help of servants.
On the other side, a mechanical priest wearing a red robe was adjusting the parameters of the transmission equipment.
The crystal reaction column crackled, providing energy for the energy-gathering array.
The cogitator system embedded in the wall beeped noisily.
The curled and entangled ball of embodied electric charge was imprisoned in the force field flask, twisting as if alive.
"Target shield has been penetrated."
The sounds from the bridge were quickly drowned out by the din of machinery and preparations.
But every Astartes heard these words.
They silently switched the genetic engine in their bodies to combat mode.
"Enable teleportation."
Guilliman's orders were conveyed to the teleportation hall.
The Mechanicus-Priests faithfully fulfilled his orders.
The chanting of the teleportation machines peaked in a few seconds, like a beautiful chorus.
The deck vibrated due to the movement of machinery, and the noise became increasingly intense.
A large amount of data and code are jumping on the screen.
Space is distorted.
After a moment, a transmission light gate connecting the crystal spaceship appeared.
"Attack." As the legion leader, Gage raised his sword and shouted.
Warriors marched on either side of him, running into the portal.
A great war broke out.
The Mind Controllings of Osiris are masters of psychic arts.
Able to command the power of the highest heaven at will, summoning fire and thunder.
They also enslave a large number of puppets and use them as cannon fodder.
But the Astartes who turned on the genetic engine combat mode also had power far beyond that of mortals.
After Gage and others entered the crystal ship, there was no chance to breathe again.
They were the first to encounter a group of human slaves.
These poor people have been completely controlled by the aliens and have become their tools,
The slaves were armed with laser guns, and as soon as they saw the Astartes, they pulled the trigger and opened fire.
Super-hot bright red lasers flooded the corridors, scorching the walls and leaving steaming bullet marks.
Gage held his forearms in front of him like an armored mask, and charged forward against the enemy's fire.
In his other hand he holds a bolter.
Even without the naked eye, he has already determined the enemy's position through the genetic engine.
"For the Emperor."
Gage roared and pulled the trigger continuously, shooting down the slaves. Broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the blood was extremely bloody.
Just after finishing a group of human slaves, a terrifying psychic shock swept over them.
The heavily armored man was thrown several meters away.
When he landed, his heavy body made a dull sound.
A lanky mind-controlling species of Osiris appeared in front of him.
The gas-like body is covered with armor composed of biology and machinery.
His eyes were filled with evil light, and when he looked at Gage, they were filled with hatred.
Gage pulled the trigger continuously towards the opponent.
Boltguns roared.
Bullets flew out.
Then, the legion commander ejected, drew out his chain sword, and rushed towards the opponent.
The alien waved his hand, and the invisible psychic power was released, forming a force field that blocked all the incoming bullets, leaving them suspended in the air.
The next second, Gage rushed forward.
The chain sword in his hand roared and spun, piercing the opponent's body.
With one sharp stroke, the enemy will be split open completely.
The sound of crystals breaking came from the other party's body.
The alien let out an ear-piercing scream.
The gas body turned into steam and dissipated, leaving only a set of broken armor.
Inside the armor was a pile of gem fragments exuding strange colors.
When assembled, it is about the size of a fist.
Obviously, this gemstone core is the lifeblood of the mind-controlling species of Osiris.
Once it is destroyed, it will die.
Relying on the help of genetic engines, the Astartes' fighting power is extremely fierce.
The battle was bloody and brutal.
The slave troops controlled by the aliens rushed out from all corners, holding various weapons and shooting. From time to time, there is also the mind-controlling species of Osiris.
The powerful psychic impact turns warriors with genetic engines into subatomic particles or a ball of burning plasma.
The Astartes showed no fear of sacrifice.
They pushed forward resolutely, responding to the aliens with swords and bullets.
They were fighting all the way, leaving countless corpses along the way.
Splattered blood and torn pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere.
Guilliman also joined the fight.
The Primarch's wrath was poured out on every enemy he met.
He didn't run or charge, but moved forward with ease.
In one hand he held a long sword covered with a tearing force field.
When the long sword is waved, the enemy's corpse will be separated and perished.
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The power gauntlet on the other hand is equipped with a multi-barreled bolter with an exaggerated caliber.
Every time it is fired, it is a terrifying rain of bullets, easily tearing the enemy into pieces.
So powerful and irresistible.
It also has an extreme engine that can manipulate concepts such as time and space.
He is the soul of this killing storm and every enemy's nightmare.
He advanced slowly, calmly and coldly, unstoppable, just like death that was bound to come if he was not moved by anything.
The psychic attacks released by the mind-controlling species of Osiris were meaningless to him.
The defense of the extreme engine and armor kept him unscathed.
The personal guards gathered around him, shouting together, and killed bravely.
Guilliman fought his way through the enemy.
Arriving at the core area of the crystal spaceship.
A thin alien who looked like a dead tree sat on a suspended crystal throne.
"Young latecomer, how dare you come here?"
The alien lord speaks.
Terrifying psychic powers penetrated Guilliman's mind, intent on seizing secrets and weaknesses.
Playing with memories of important moments, creating pain and discomfort, turning them into self-deteriorating festers in the soul.
The Osiris Mind Controllings are a very ancient race that breed on a dark planet.
[Psychic attack detected, spiritual barrier is being established, and counterattack procedures are being initiated]
Along with the sound of the engine system, a dull sound sounded out of thin air.
The alien lord groaned and made a sound of pain.
[There is a loophole in the target's mental defense, and reverse invasion is initiated]
The alien lord's face showed pain, and his eyes glowed with spiritual light.
It screamed silently.
A large number of images flooded into Guilliman's body.
He successfully invaded the opponent's spiritual world and connected to the spiritual network of the opponent's entire race.
Countless pictures and perspectives switched rapidly, and a massive amount of information poured into his mind.
If it were a mortal's mind, it would probably be burst by force.
"We must evacuate, the human army has arrived."
"Let those slaves commit suicide."
".."
Guilliman's heart sank.
Through the psychic network, he became aware of the other party's evil plan.
"Never allowed."
Guilliman delved deep into the web of minds, intent on finding the nexus that connected all minds.
Finally, he found it.
tracer.
Osiris is the king of the mind-controlling species and the source of the psychic network.
Killing it will prevent everything that is about to happen.
"Are you spying on us? You want to stop what we are going to do, but unfortunately you can't. Instead, you will become my slave."
The tracers were aware of Guilliman's invasion.
It intended to break Guilliman's mind and control the Primarch.
Unfortunately, it was doomed to fail.
The terrifying spiritual power of the original body, coupled with the blessing of the ultimate engine.
Guilliman quickly gained an advantage in the struggle in the spiritual realm, and even invaded the opponent's mind.
The tracer realized that something was wrong, so he decisively detonated the entire spiritual network and disconnected it.
The terrifying psychic power swept towards Guilliman like a storm, and it was absolutely terrifying.
It is enough to detonate or extinguish hundreds of stars.
At the same time, there were countless controlled creatures, and their desperate screams before death also broke into Guilliman's heart and impacted his thinking world.
Before Guilliman had time to react, he was blown away by the terrifying psychic storm that swept out, and fell heavily into the distance.
The extreme engine erupted with a rapid siren.
[The body is damaged up to 60%, please treat it in time]
[Suffering excessive psychic attacks, the psychic barrier has failed]
Guilliman staggered to his feet.
The screams of the endless dead were still echoing in his mind, making it difficult for him to control his mind.
"Primarch."
"Primarch."
Other legionnaires came in.
Call out Guilliman's name.
Guilliman originally wanted to brace himself up and explain something to them.
Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground unconscious.
When Guilliman woke up, it was already three days later.
The psychic network of Osiris's mind-controlling race detonated, releasing power enough to destroy everything.
Guilliman was only in a coma for a few days, which showed how powerful the original body was.
The Battle of Sepelis was an unimaginable victory.
As the psychic network was detonated, the aliens in all worlds of the Osiris cluster suffered backlash.
The casualties were overwhelming and the entire clan was nearly exterminated.
For the Thirteenth Legion, this was a glorious achievement in the record.
"How are the worlds in the Osikris cluster?" Guilliman asked the question he was most concerned about.
Before the Thirteenth Legion launched the attack, the Osikris mind-controlling race planned to evacuate.
They ordered the slaves they controlled to kill each other, causing civil wars to break out in various worlds in the Osiris cluster, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
When the psychic network was detonated, a large number of slaves' heads exploded instantly, and they died tragically on the spot. It was extremely tragic.
Very few people survived.
"I'm still too weak to save them! If I could be stronger, I might be able to change everything."
Guilliman's heart was filled with remorse.
During the battle, if the alien king can be suppressed and prevented from detonating the psychic network, the outcome may be changed.
"We must avenge them and let those guys pay with blood."
Guilliman was filled with remorse.
He ordered the Thirteenth Legion to dig three feet into the ground to find the source and kill him.
However, the Thirteenth Legion went out in full force, but found nothing.
This incident drove Guilliman into isolation.
Although this incident was not his fault, it became a knot in his heart.
In addition, countless dying people have screamed in his thinking world.
It caused cracks in his soul and made him miserable.
Emperor's Grand Plan Number.
The Emperor is still trying to weave the Weave.
After working hard for so long, he has achieved some results.
A miniature subspace gap was suspended in front of him.
The outflowing chaotic energy becomes docile after being filtered by magic, and even the impurities in it are filtered out.
It is much safer to use, and you don’t have to worry about corruption.
Raven showed off her French fries heartlessly.
By the way, I hope Waldo will lead the imperial army while running around naked and oiling up under the moon.
Waldo firmly refused and said that he would never do that kind of thing.
"Waldo, you have to know..." Raven was about to speak, but was stunned.
Waldo didn't hear what the raven said, so he turned around and saw the raven in a daze.
Then he reached out and poked him.
"Are you okay?"
Raven ignored Waldo.
His eyes were quickly passing through various information and pictures, showing a possible future.
Guilliman had a gap in his heart and soul due to the incident with the mind-controlling species of Osiris.
Then due to various things, the gap continued to widen.
Eventually, he fell into darkness.
Not only did he embrace the Four Gods of Chaos, he also embraced the source of pollution, which brought terrible disasters to the entire universe.
"The fate of Guilliman's Rebellion??"
Raven's heart felt like shit.
Just beware of guys like Horus and Erebus.
I forgot that other Primarchs could also be corrupted.
The Guilliman Heresy was more fun than the Horus Heresy.
Horus rebelled, and it was the rebels who were struck into the Eye of Terror.
Guilliman's rebellion, I don't know who was struck into the Eye of Terror! !
Although Lao Shisan is nicknamed ICU God of War.
But his sons are not like that. One is strong and the other is fierce.
In the Battle of Calth, the captured Centurion killed the Word Bearers without any power source.
In the future, Calgar will be the mainstay of the empire.
Titus, even more Khorne than Khorne.
There is also the great and invincible Second Captain Sicarius.
In the Horus Heresy, when dealing with the Ultramarines, the main focus was an information gap.
If Guilliman were to receive the news in advance, the Word Bearers led by Lorgar would be beaten to shit.
The strength of the Ultramarines is always sufficient.
It's enough to hit anyone.
After receiving the blessings of the Four Gods, Horus commented on Guilliman.
"He doesn't even need to go to the battlefield, he can defeat us all with just paperwork."
Guilliman has done more dirty work in the Heresy than Horus.
Who misused alien technology during the Heresy, Guilliman.
Who founded another empire during the Heresy, Guilliman.
Who has the strength to fear both the Emperor and the Four Gods, Guilliman.
Who killed nine loyal legions in one go, Guilliman.
During the Great Heresy, Guilliman rushed to the aid of Terra, forcing the Four Gods to completely pull the solar system into the warp and cut off time.
Because Guilliman came with just enough troops.
Whether you are fighting the rebel side, the loyal side, or both together, it is enough.
Horus rebelled just for fun.
Guilliman's rebellion would be a great disaster.
"Raven." Waldo poked the raven again.
The raven came to his senses, gave Waldo a roll of his eyes, and flew to the emperor's side.
"Big brother, something happened to Old Thirteen. I have to go and take a look."
"Go." The emperor, who was still busy doing experiments, didn't even raise his head.
"Waldo, just wait here. I'll buy some oranges and I'll teach you a lesson."
After the raven finished speaking, with a bang, it turned into a burst of white mist and disappeared out of thin air.
Waldo frowned.
I don’t understand what the raven’s last words meant.
"I feel like this guy is taking advantage of me, but I can't find any evidence."
Ravens have the ability to travel across the void and appear anywhere in the universe at will.
Most of the time, he usually stayed away from the Emperor and just wanted to stay home and eat French fries.
This time, for the physical and mental health of the future king of five hundred universes, Raven can only make one trip.
The temporary flagship of the Thirteenth Legion.
After the Battle of Seperis, Guilliman locked himself in his study without eating or drinking.
He felt guilty and blamed himself for what happened to the Osiris Cluster.
Normally, the Primarch would grieve, but not like this.
But Guilliman's soul was cracked by the impact of the dead, and he fell into guilt and self-blame.
"Hey, let me see who is hiding in the room and feeling sad."
The raven appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Guilliman's desk.
"Mr. Raven!!" Guilliman was stunned for a moment when he saw the raven.
"It turns out that the Smurf is sad." The raven landed on Guilliman's shoulder, and the original power poured into the original body, repairing the cracked soul.
"Stop mocking me." Guilliman felt inexplicably better, not as sad as before.
Raven said: "You are not to blame for the Battle of Seperis, Guilliman. Even if you didn't participate, those people would have died. At least you avenged them, and the Tracer escaped, which is a little imperfect. ”
"I will kill it." Guilliman's eyes were filled with rage.
The raven nodded, "A good suggestion, we should indeed kill it."
"But I can't find it." Guilliman looked frustrated.
"So, I'm here," said the raven, "I'll help you, fix this, and get everything back on track."
"Can you find that guy?" The frustrated Guilliman suddenly became excited.
"Of course, otherwise how do you think I became the supreme ruler of the empire by being cute and showing off French fries?"
"I always thought that was the reason!" Guilliman said.
Raven: "."
"Gather your warriors, and then I will open the tunnel and take you to the tracer, and then you kill it and let everything end."
"Understood." Guilliman nodded and went to gather the warriors.
The Primarch was very fast.
After a while, Gage and other elite veterans who had been implanted with the imperial engine came over.
"Let's go." The raven turned into a stream of light, outlining a passage surging with brilliant colors.
The Primarch led the warriors into the passage.
The tracer was on a crystal battleship, his deep eyes looking into the endless void, revealing endless hatred.
"Humans, we will come back, and then you will bear our craziest revenge."
The next second.
Light bursts out.
A group of heavily armored Astartes warriors appeared out of thin air on the battleship.
Hearing the movement, the tracer who turned around widened his eyes that exuded spiritual energy.
".."
I just muttered a few words in my mind.
Did you just come out looking so cool?
Isn’t this universe’s malice toward me a little too great? !
"Found you."
Filled with rage, Guilliman strode towards the Tracer who sat on the Crystal Throne.
The tracer's guards jumped out of the etheric veil and attacked Guilliman.
"For the Emperor."
Gage and other legions roared, activated their weapons, and rushed forward to clear the way for their original body.
The two sides fought together in a melee, and the fight was extremely brutal.
Guilliman slashed open the attacking alien with one sword, and with a fierce grip of his other hand, he used the power of space to squeeze the alien into powder.
The Tracer unleashes a psychic attack, intent on stopping the Primarch.
However, the Primarch's rage pushed the Ultimate Engine to its limits.
The twisted space creates a barrier that deflects the enemy's psychic powers.
Guilliman pounced on the Tracer.
"I said I would find you and kill you, bastard. Now, I'm here to keep my promise."
The sword in his hand penetrated the tracer.
【Start final ruling】
[The target is a psychic life form, and the probability of survival of the target is 0]
As the engine system beeped, the tracer turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.
The gloom that had accumulated in Guilliman's heart suddenly dissipated.
Next, they massacred the entire crystal battleship, completely annihilating this race.
Let the mind-controlling species of Osiris be completely swept into the trash heap of history, never to exist again.
Finished solving Guilliman's matter.
Raven tore through space and returned to the Emperor's Vision's laboratory.
The Emperor had just finished his experiments and was shutting down the machine.
When he saw the raven coming back, he spoke.
"The compilation of the Magic Network has been successful. Now it's time for Malcador to make the next step."
"What's the next plan?" Raven, who had just returned, took a bite of fries before asking.
"I plan to ask Malcador to build a Golden Throne." The Emperor said: "It will serve as a pivotal switch for controlling the magic network, time nodes, and star torches related to the subspace."
When the raven heard this, he tilted his head to look at the emperor and asked the question word by word.
"You said you want to build a golden throne??"
"You should be shocked by this too. This is a brilliant plan," the Emperor said.
PS: Here’s a meme first.
(End of chapter)