Beating Up Her Son, Euten Was Very Professional

"A child? He must be very disobedient for his mother to travel so far to find him."

Giant Zhengzheng stared blankly at the roasted meat in his hand.

The traveler let out a hoarse laugh.

"He was really disobedient. He always stayed up late, never ate on time, and always put himself in danger. Because of this, whenever I met him, I couldn't help but scold him and would hit his armor with my cane."

"That's good." The giant's mood turned somber. "Disobedient children do need to be disciplined."

"Look, this is the walking stick. It won't hurt people, but it will make armor clang loudly." The traveler took out a wooden walking stick with a very smooth surface.

The giant stared at the staff in a daze until the traveler struck him with it.

Why did you hit me?

"Because you disobeyed." The traveler took off his hood and pulled down the face covering, revealing a weathered face.

Upon seeing that face, an Operation Lightning bolt seemed to strike the giant's mind.

He remembered everything.

His name is Roboute Guilliman, the Regent of the Imperium of Man, Lord of Macragge, and King of the Realm of Ultramar.

When Guilliman remembers his past

Everything around them changed rapidly.

The wilderness disappeared and was transformed into the bustling Macragge.

Euten's clothes also turned azure blue.

Everything has returned to how it was before it was completely changed.

"Euten, what are you doing here?" Guilliman asked excitedly. He had witnessed Euten vanish into thin air, so how could she be here again?

"Because there's a disobedient child." Euten reached out and grabbed Guilliman.

Her hands were so small that they could only hold one of Guilliman's fingers.

Just like when young Guilliman held one of her fingers and led her through the Garden.

"The Warp is a world of idealism. If one person can truly love another, then that person is granted immortality. Lorgar shattered only my soul, but not your love for me, so I returned to your side."

Euten reached out her hand, and Guilliman obediently knelt down on one knee so that she could touch his face.

"You still don't know how to take care of yourself. Look at all those gray hairs."

"It must be very tiring to shoulder such a heavy burden."

Euten was heartbroken, her eyes filled with tears.

Guilliman buried his head in Euten's arms. "I'm not tired. As long as you don't leave me, I don't feel tired."

"You need to learn to say goodbye, to say goodbye to everything you've lost," Euten said. "You have a long road ahead of you, so don't dwell on the past."

"Be strong, Guilliman. Don't let anger consume you; understand it, control it, and overcome it."

Tears streamed down Euten's face.

When she died, Guilliman was still fighting abroad.

She could imagine how heartbroken the child would be when he learned of her passing.

Not long ago, she died in front of him again, driving him mad.

And now, she has to leave him again.

Euten suddenly felt that she was being cruel, that she was constantly hurting Guilliman.

"You'll have to walk your own path from now on, child."

Euten wiped away her tears. "Don't lose control like this again. It's dangerous."

"If those evil things take the opportunity to invade, you will become just as terrible as your brother."

"Promise me you'll never do that again."

"Okay, I promise you." Guilliman looked up and gazed at Euten.

"Can you not leave?"

Euten shook her head. "Learn to let go and say goodbye, Guilliman."

"I don't want to," Guilliman said.

"Listen to me," Euten said gently. "When you have completed your mission, when you reach the end of your life, I will come again. But for now, you must do what you are supposed to do."

Guilliman was reluctant to let go, but under Euten's gaze, he slowly loosened his grip.

Immediately, Euten transformed into specks of light and vanished into the air.

With the disappearance of Euten,

Everything around us changed again.

Guilliman returned to the vast wilderness.

At that moment, a beam of light appeared on the horizon, releasing ripples.

A voice came along with the ripples, calling Guilliman's name.

It is composed of the voices of many individuals.

Guilliman recognized the voices of Lion El'Jonson, Sicarius, and many of his sons and subjects of the Imperium.

They called out to him, hoping he would return to the Imperium, to their side.

Guilliman took one last look around the wilderness, then got up and walked toward the light.

As soon as he took his first step, the beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

He stepped into the light, and a dazzling, intense light enveloped everything.

Guilliman felt that everything in front of him was white and he couldn't see anything.

He blinked instinctively, and the bright light dissipated, Primarch to see everything around him clearly.

Lion El'Jonson, Sicarius, and others were standing beside him.

When he opened his eyes, Lion El'Jonson excitedly hugged him tightly, "You're finally awake, Guilliman."

"I thought you were going to sleep forever!!"

"Cough! Cough!" Guilliman coughed, reaching out a weak hand to shove Lion El'Jonson. "With such a big move from you, I'm going to die at your hands before I even die at Lorgar's hands."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Lion El'Jonson let go of Guilliman's hand and helped him sit up.

"My head hurts so much, it feels like I've been hit hard by something." Guilliman reached up and touched the back of his head.

Lion El'Jonson was instantly a little embarrassed.

It was he who smashed Guilliman with the Shield of the Emperor, knocking the enraged Guilliman unconscious with a single blow.

"It's just a headache, nothing serious," Lion El'Jonson changed the subject. "Anything else wrong with your body? You haven't been bewitched by the Chaos Four Gods, have you?"

Guilliman: "..."

"How's the battle going?" Guilliman ignored Lion El'Jonson's question and instead inquired about the outcome of the battle.

"It's over."

Lion El'Jonson gave a detailed account of both the Battle of the Webway and the Battle of the Vigilant Star.

With the blessing of the gods, Abaddon defeated Calgar and took the opportunity to destroy the Blackstone Field, causing Vigilant Star to be swallowed by the Chaos Tide.

The Nachmund Gauntlet was completely destroyed.

With the help of Corax and Jagatai, Webway successfully drove out the Nurgle Daemon Army and Chaos Warband led by Mortarion.

The Imperium of Man has begun to shift to Webway navigation, so the situation isn't too bad yet.

Upon hearing that the Vigilant Star had fallen, the Nachmund Gauntlet had been destroyed, and countless worlds had been swallowed by the tide of Chaos...

With the return of Corax and Jagatai, they finally defeated Nurgle Daemon Army and defended the Webway.

Guilliman felt a pang of guilt.

It was his impulsiveness that led to this unfavorable situation.

If they had followed their original plan, Magnus and his gang would not have posed any threat whatsoever.

"It's alright, it's all over now." Lion El'Jonson didn't blame Guilliman.

"Where is the Living Saint?" Guilliman asked about Qin Yun's whereabouts.

Lion El'Jonson also told everything he knew.

Including, he went to the Vengeful Spirit to save Sanguinius.

He unexpectedly encountered Horus, was beaten to a pulp, and finally self-destructed with the enemy.

"You're saying the Living Saint is dead?" Guilliman felt dizzy and dropped his water glass.

"He's not dead." Lion El'Jonson called over the servants and had them pick up the water glass and mop the floor.

"Didn't you say he was beaten to a pulp?" Guilliman asked.

"Being smashed into mincemeat doesn't mean he's dead," Lion El'Jonson said. "He's a higher-dimensional being. Death is just a temporary transformation for him. He was resurrected not long after he died."

"Now he should be discussing with Dante how to truly resurrect Sanguinius, since both body and soul are ready, just waiting for the resurrection."

"That's good." Hearing Lion El'Jonson's words, Guilliman breathed a sigh of relief and then asked about the other one.

"By the way, how are they going to resurrect Sanguinius?"

"The physical body isn't too difficult; Xi Ling can help reshape it. But the soul is a bit more complicated. The Living Saint has invited Trazyn and the incarnation of the Laughing God to brainstorm ideas."

"What can we do?" Guilliman asked.

"Block Abaddon." Lion El'Jonson shrugged. "That guy is incredibly arrogant and is launching a full-scale war against the Imperium with the momentum of destroying the Nachmund Gauntlet, intending to completely destroy the Imperium of Man."

Vengeful Spirit

Abaddon has once again regained control of the Black Legion.

As for Magnus, Fulgrim, Lorgar, they were naturally bound by the Chaos Gods.

They were even required to obey Abaddon's orders.

This was a tremendous disgrace to the Daemon Primarch, but they had no right to say no.

Because everything they had was in the hands of the Chaos Gods.

Abaddon quickly reorganized the forces of Chaos and launched a full-scale offensive against the Imperium, aiming to completely destroy Imperium.

As he ambitiously prepared to execute his next plan.

An uninvited guest boarded his warship.

Several dark Magos were performing the ritual died instantly, their bodies transformed into metal.

The entire Vengeful Spirit underwent a transformation due to the arrival of the enemy.

Small metal beasts with strange tentacles rapidly climbed the ground, repairing the damage to the Vengeful Spirit.

The self-destruction of that Imperium Living Saint unleashed unimaginable power, severely damaging the demons hiding in the warship and causing irreversible damage to many systems.

Meanwhile, the uninvited guest was rapidly repairing the dark warship.

The bridge underwent a dramatic transformation due to the arrival of this mysterious guest.

Tendrils of metal wire, molten metal, and crackling energy spilled from every mechanical system on the bridge.

They resembled a giant mechanical spider web, with countless strands sweeping through the air and intertwining at the center of this ancient space.

The Servitor and crew, who had been intertwined with their posts for thousands of years, convulsed and stood up, using the life force given to them by the metal wires to break free from their restraints.

They shuffled along with their atrophied limbs, dragging the data spikes from their connectors.

The dangling pipes and cables resembled overflowing intestines.

At the center of all change stood a tall, humanoid creature.

It was made of iron and molten iron, and its eyes burned with the flames of a furnace.

"Who are you?" Abaddon asked.

"Abaddon the Despoiler, I am Vashtorr of the Arkifane. I have come to form an alliance with you and assist you in completely destroying the Corpse Emperor's Kingdom."

"Alliance? I don't need allies anymore," Abaddon said. "I'm about to bury the Imperium."

"No, you need it," Vashtorr said. "Humanity is about to acquire something that will change the course of the Milky Way. They will inherit everything from the ancient races and rebuild the complex Webway."

"If you refuse to cooperate with me, you will find that the victory in the Nachmund Gauntlet is the beginning of your downfall, because humanity will turn all its attention to the Webway and establish a new faster-than-light route as quickly as possible."

Abaddon stared intently at Vashtorr in front of him, and after weighing his options, he decided to let the other man continue.

Vashtorr gives a full introduction to himself, describing himself as a demonic demigod who is an inventor, engineer, scientist, and craftsman.

He is the master of the Soul Forge and a candidate for the fifth Dark Gods.

The reason he came to Abaddon was to get a promotion.

"The Outsider are trying to collect ancient fragments and piece together a powerful artifact that can open up new Webway."

"Are demons always full of lies and deception?" Abaddon said. "I will test your words, and I will not ally with you until I have decided to trust you."

"So, I've brought another gift," Vashtorr said. "Your fleet needs to become stronger to fight against Outsider."

Under Vashtorr's immense power, the Vengeful Spirit was reshaped, gaining a larger body and terrifying firepower.

It can destroy a planet with a single shot, and it also possesses a shield that can withstand the destruction of a star.

At the same time, Vashtorr provided various dark technologies to enhance the Black Legion's combat capabilities and helped Abaddon build the magnificent Ark of Omen.

These Craftworld were enormous, composed of sunken spaceships or abandoned space stations in the Immaterium, each as large as an asteroid.

It was filled with terrifying Chaos power, and each area was connected by unique metallic nerves.

These Craftworld also possessed Portal, as well as Warp beacons called 'Obelisk'.

These beacons glow in the Warp, guiding the Chaos Warband's ships through the unpredictable Sea of Souls.

In addition, these Ark of Omen also have demonic Navigator known as 'Ferryman'.

They are the control core of the Craftworld, and also its crew, guiding the ship to navigate easily in Warp and reach any destination.

Each Craftworld possesses formidable shields and firepower, capable of easily destroying the Imperial Fleet.

With Vashtorr's help, Abaddon's Black Legion became outrageously powerful.

When Abaddon saw those magnificent, colossal ships...

He smiled with satisfaction and promised to help the other party seize those ancient artifacts and advance the Prescience.

Abaddon issued the order to destroy the Imperium, and the first batch of Ark of Omen created became the main force.

Wherever they went, the Imperial Army crumbled, and countless worlds were distorted and destroyed.

The noose of death slowly tightened around the Imperium's neck.

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