Hiss-Infinite Power, I Command You to Emerge!

Ubiquitous Warp Radiation permeates the Earth's surface; a moment's carelessness can lead to corruption by Chaos, resulting in madness and mutation that ultimately destroys the planet.

Hill didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but he knew he couldn't fall. He had to bring the Primarch back to the Empire, not leave it in this hopeless world.

More and more Cultists poured out of the city ruins, mixed with Chaos Space Marines and unknown corrupted Xenos.

The corrupting powers of the Blood God and the Dark Prince ravage the surface of Nu Star, both vying for the Primarch, which has been driven to the brink of destruction.

But it was precisely because of the struggle between the two sides that Angron had a glimmer of hope.

"Hill, how much longer until the Ultramarines arrive? It's been eight days already!"

Out of gratitude for saving his life, Angron trusted this warrior who had fallen from the sky, and even fed him his own blood to keep him strong.

Eight days have passed, and apart from the sky turning a little greener, no less blood has been shed, and not a single person has been seen. On the contrary, those madmen have become more and more deranged.

The only good news is that the two bastards who wanted to enslave him don't get along, and they're safe until a winner is decided. The real danger is the sudden appearance of those Pointy-ears Xenos.

"I really don't understand why these persistent, Pointy-ears keep showing up. It's driving me crazy."

Angron wasn't exaggerating; physically, his transformation into a twin-tailed hunk was indeed nearing its end. It was a complete left-brain attack on the right, with the cerebellum controlling everything, making even the slightest movement difficult.

"Your Highness, you must hold on. I have received a signal from the Glory of Macragge. As long as Father wipes out the enemy, everything will be alright."

"The prerequisite is that we evade that the Beast's pursuit!"

Hill's words of comfort did not reassure Angron. He had said the same thing two days earlier, which made Anglon feel that his brother Guilliman was a bit unreliable, but he could only leave it to fate.

Meanwhile, Guilliman, who was being secretly criticized by Angron as unreliable, was practically losing his mind.

Looking at that group of Chaos Space Marines, who were made up entirely of drug addicts and psychopaths, Guilliman felt extremely uncomfortable. Although he was strong enough to cut people down as easily as chopping vegetables, these things were disgusting!

He blew the dog's head off with a single shot and severed the blasphemous magic circle made of 666 unspeakable beings.

Amidst that groan laced with venomous contamination, the Chaos corruption belonging to Slaanesh splattered all over Guilliman, forcing him to retreat.

They arrived before Kialan, the Eldar Girl.

Looking at Kialan's Xenos body, which was different from that of a human, the Guilliman suddenly felt that this Eldar Girl didn't seem so bad. He was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted his brother's name, and while awkwardly dancing, he took out a cigarette and frantically smoked it, which was quite bizarre.

"Pah! Why should I do such a humiliating thing? Couldn't Mordred just follow the proper procedure?"

Kialan was extremely unwilling to hear the Primarch's complaints; no one would be happy to be thrown into fighting Chaos.

But what can they do? Slaanesh of Bean Sprouts. Just the fact that they don't run away is already a testament to the loyalty and courage of the Dark Moon Cult. What more could they ask for?

"Your Highness, I've told you to be sincere. Look at everyone else, why are you the only one who can't be sincere?"

"What a load of crap!" Guilliman, whose tongue had already turned green, was dizzy. Through the gap, he saw the emerald green beam of light that had been shooting out for two days.

"I'm the most powerful Most Dominating leader of the extreme sports world. If anyone knew I was secretly having sex with my brothers, I'd never be able to face anyone again. Hey kid over there, what are you doing? This is my Big Choppa."

Guilliman, who was becoming increasingly Orks, grabbed the Ultramarines and slammed it in with two powerful blows. He was holding back, otherwise the unfortunate creature's head would have flown off.

"Father, why did you hit me! I want to join you on the Great Crusade, I want to be the leader, Waaaagh!"

"Pah! You little shrimp think you can be the boss? I'm the Primarch."

Perhaps due to Mordred's rampant pollution of the battlefield, the entire near-Earth orbit of Nuceria was a sea of green. Atlas was having a great time, but his fellow Ultramarines had gone mad and started spouting nonsense.

Snatching his stolen power sword, Guilliman spat out the Fel Energy mushroom in his mouth, signaling his Primarch Guard to quickly take away those who couldn't withstand the attack.

After a sustained struggle, Guilliman had figured out the strength of his opponents—they were nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs—but what he found hard to accept was their identities.

Without a doubt, these are the Son of the Emperor, only they are ten thousand years in the future. Guilliman cannot tolerate this desecration of the future, to the point that he is terrified of what his own Ultramarines will become.

"Never mind, we must retreat immediately. Everyone, plant nuclear weapons and prepare to blow up the ship. We must break out of the encirclement."

Upon receiving orders, the Primarch Guard rushed towards the pre-calculated placement location. The powerful engines of the Cataphractii Terminator allowed them to carry the weight of the nuclear bomb and move slowly.

However, just as the Ultramarines had placed the nuclear bomb and were preparing to retreat to their ship, a four-armed serpent demon with wings on its back and its body covered in slime suddenly appeared, and several Ultramarines were decapitated in an instant.

Upon seeing his offspring slaughtered, Guilliman was instantly enraged and charged forward, brandishing his greatsword.

"Guilliman, my Ambition brother, how are you! It's been ten thousand years, and you're still as repulsive as ever."

"Who the hell are you? Lair Snake!"

Under normal circumstances, Guilliman would have recognized the serpent demon in front of him as his brother Fulgrim and would have been puzzled by it.

But at this moment, Guilliman, high on Fel Energy, had lost his mind and transformed into Captain Honey, whose super intelligence told Guilliman it was time to use his Super Strength to quickly kill this monster.

Such a strange sight stunned Fulgrim for a moment before he realized that this person was not that barbarian Russ.

"Oh, Guilliman, instead of running away, you're charging at me? Looks like you've forgotten who slit your throat, but this time I'll have my fun with you!"

The serpent demon neither dodged nor evaded, showing no fear in the face of Guilliman's extreme offensive. With four arms and four sharp blades, it slashed and thrust at speeds exceeding its limits, and for a moment, it actually suppressed Guilliman's movements.

"Too slow, too slow. Although I hate that bastard Lion, he's right. You're only fit to be an Ambition and treacherous villain, not a warrior at all. I even suspect you're not as good as Luojia."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman, though unaware of who Luojia was, felt deeply insulted and grew even angrier. He pulled out all the Chaos Energy Crystal he had and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Awesome! That's the feeling! You Dogs and Donkeys, how dare you block my path as the Ultimate Martial God? It seems you have no idea how terrifying I am!"

"Boundless power, I command you to come out!"

In an instant, a massive vortex of Psychic Power, resembling a blue-gold storm, suddenly appeared, carrying a power sword that slashed towards Fulgrim. Its Combat Power was so great that it tore apart half of the ship's cabin, exposing everyone to the void.

Seeing that things were going badly, Kialan turned and ran. This was no longer a battlefield they could participate in. If they didn't run away now, when would they? It was only because she had some conscience that she knew to take the Ultramarines with her.

However, Guilliman's steel-tearing attack drew a chorus of taunts from the serpent demon, who dodged Guilliman's attacks while mocking him:

"It seems you really are a piece of trash; even when using Psychic Power, you're still so barbaric!"

Primarch also vary in quality. As the Son of the Emperor, renowned for his skills within the Empire, Fulgrim is a true master swordsman. Even though he is merely a projection, he is not someone that Guilliman, who fights only on instinct, can easily defeat.

However, Guilliman was no ordinary man. Without his brain, he was like a war god, with an extraordinary amount of health. He transformed into a berserker, refusing to retreat despite his numerous wounds, and managed to smash the bow deck of the Emperor's Pride.

"Waaaagh!!"

The cold of the void covered the two powerful figures in frost. They had been fighting for half an hour and were still battling. However, as time passed, Guilliman gradually regained his senses and began to instinctively move closer to the pillar of Fel Energy behind him.

Such a petty trick couldn't fool Fulgrim. His pride wouldn't faze him; he wasn't afraid of any schemes. Surely there couldn't be another Primarch waiting for him, could there? Even if there were two, he'd be no match!

The Combat Power gained by sacrificing one's brain cannot last. When reason returned completely, Guilliman's first action was not to fight, but to shatter his powerful Psychic Power with an elbow strike, turning him back into a Psychic Power Muggle.

"Who am I? Where am I? Fulgrim! Who did this? How did you become like this?"

"..."

"You damn bastard, what are you trying to hide? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!"

Even the already twisted Fulgrim couldn't bear such an insult. That damned Guilliman, he actually chose to play dumb just to save his own life.

The thought of being deceived by such a person before filled Fulgrim with humiliation, followed by a twisted pleasure that accompanied the humiliation, and he charged toward Guilliman.

With his intelligence regaining the upper hand, Guilliman was completely unable to use Psychic Power, and coupled with being in the void, a fight was simply impossible.

The only option was to run away.

He was caught off guard and sent flying, crashing into the bridge of the Conqueror.

In the darkness, countless fleshy tentacles intertwined, occasionally flashing with Emerald Lightning. But the serpent demon paid no heed, instead using the darkness as cover to play a cat-and-mouse game with Guilliman.

"My dear brothers, do you know how much I have missed you all these ten thousand years? That man concealed everything, only using us as tools for Great Crusade."

Horus failed, but he exposed the Corpse Emperor's hypocrisy. Only you still believe in that lie. I will let you experience true joy, as a gift for our brotherly reunion.

Having already spotted Guilliman, the serpent demon abandoned its weapon, spread its four arms wide, and with a single grab, immobilized Guilliman's body.

The snake's tail coiled around Guilliman and climbed up his torso. Fulgrim was convinced that Guilliman would never be able to break free of his grasp, and that it would soon be time for him to enjoy his meal.

"Slurp, Guilliman, I didn't expect you to be so proactive. I'll make you experience the ultimate pleasure."

"Oh? Really!"

"Of course, I am—wait, who are you?"

Looking at the Tall humanoid figure in front of him, with her arms wrapped around his waist, Fulgrim could sense that this was a Primarch, but he had never seen this person before.

"Of course I'm your dearest brother! Damn it, that Yellow Skins was right. I should have arranged for someone to recite the menu for me."

Forget it, you're a piece of trash who's ruined yourself. You're not worthy of my attention. Even if Slaanesh himself came today, he couldn't save you.

"Impossible! You can't kill me!"