The Emperor and Khorne Are Allies!

Ever since the Wright Brothers first took to the skies, humanity has been filled with an unparalleled curiosity about the stars.

I looked around, but saw no God or Sanguinius, only mountains and people.

The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage. In that distant era, it was with this courage that humanity soared into the void and ventured toward the stars and the sea.

And Luna was the first world that humans landed in!

Guilliman paid a heavy price to reach Holy Terra, even choosing to cooperate with the Xenos and travel to the Luna via an Old Ones creation called the Webway.

In the deep crater, sunlight streamed down from the edge of the crater. Before the Expeditionary Force could even determine their location, the Thousand Sons Legion, which was in hot pursuit, ordered the Expeditionary Force to immediately begin running in the low gravity environment of the Luna.

Above the main force, the Living Saint soared into the air and flew into the dark sky.

His twin handmaids had already donned helmets to adapt to the barren, cold air of the Luna, but Celestine himself wore no protective gear.

The Burning Fiercely Emperor's Light provided comprehensive protection for the Living Saint and also guided the main force.

Even Primarch like Guilliman can only remain in the void for a short time. There have even been instances where Guilliman was blasted into space by the Word Bearers, resulting in a comical scene of him holding his breath and swimming on his back.

It's no wonder that when the Inquisitor saw Celestine, they immediately thought he was a Daemon and tried everything to get rid of this heretic.

After all, in the Inquisitor's eyes, this was simply outrageous. How could a person survive in the void, let alone fly? Did he think he was Sanguinius?

But the Greater Daemon is the boss, don't be unconvinced, if you have the guts, go and fight the Emperor.

Behind the main force, the Harlequins were trying to close the Webway entrance.

Above Luna was a giant Webway Gate nearly a hundred kilometers long, but the Harlequins' chanting was still no match for Thousand Sons's spell.

"Trash, you're obviously useless people who can't even cast quick spells. The most precious treasures in the world belong to the virtuous. It's a waste for the Webway to fall into your hands."

A surge of blue, eerie fire erupted, instantly engulfing several Harlequins who hadn't had time to dodge. Then, a large group of Redemptor Marines appeared deep within the gate.

These sorcerer golems raised their weapons, stomping their feet with heavy steps, and fired cursed hellfire bullets at the retreating Fealty.

Looking at these Ultramarines who had degenerated to the point of colluding with the Xenos, Magnus couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:

"Guilliman, you really are an Ambition man. Now you've even stopped acting and started colluding with the Xenos. Do you see that, Ahriman? This is the lie of the False Emperor."

Those damned bastards! They were the ones pointing fingers at me at the Council of Nicaea. Everyone else was using Psychic Power behind the scenes, but they just kept targeting me.

Space Wolves, White Scars, Blood Angels, and even Ultramarines all have Psyker; they just change their names, and then no one can see them anymore.

When it comes to little secrets, even nine Thousand Sons can't compare to the Dark Angels.

He clearly said I was his proudest offspring, but now he's denying it. He's a complete liar. Surely these Pointy-eared sprouts can't all be Abhumans, can they? Ahriman?"

Seeing that his father was again delirious, Ahriman, who also possessed extraordinary wisdom, knew that if he didn't go along with it now, the consequences would be dire.

"Yes, Father, the False Emperor is a fraud. Look at that light bulb hanging in the sky, it's clearly a Daemon, not Living Saint! He has no shame at all!"

I don't even want to think about what will happen next. Maybe the Corpse Emperor is beyond saving and has started cooperating with the Khorne, elevating Guilliman to his Daemon Primarch."

That's incredibly blasphemous!

Seeing his offspring so well-behaved, Magnus, strolling on the Luna surface, tore apart a squadron of Ultramarines with a wave of his hand using his blasphemous Psychic Power.

His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he weren't on a battlefield, but rather in his own library. "However, you still don't understand my brother. Don't let Guilliman's Ambition fool you; he's weak in combat and a Psychic Power. He'll never understand the mysteries of psionics in his lifetime. He's just a crude brute."

Perhaps recalling something interesting, Magnus flashed a strange smile.

Why is Father laughing?

"Hahaha, I laugh at Guilliman's lack of strategy, the False Emperor's lack of wisdom, and the Adeptus Custodes's lack of talent, which is nothing more than a bunch of weavers and sellers of straw sandals."

A full hour has passed, and the other side has yet to mount an effective counterattack. If this were during the Great Crusade, Orbital Bombardment would have descended upon them within half an hour, and Atlas might have already started scavenging.

This proves that the entire Solar Auxilia is completely paralyzed. It won't be long before we storm the Imperial Palace, seize the throne of the Corpse Emperor, and the advantage is on our side! The advantage is on our side!

Anyone tainted by Chaos will more or less lose their senses, but Ahriman believed he was different from that idiot Abaddon; he was the one who controlled the power.

"Then, Father, what is Atlas? I've never heard of him."

"Ignorant and incompetent, Atlas is certainly right, but who is Atlas?"

Magnus paused for a moment, and the word Atlas seemed to pop into his head suddenly; no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any related information in his memory.

The indescribable sense of separation enraged Magnus, but then some clueless insects came to bother him.

A teleportation beam flashed, and a squad of elite Grey Knights dressed as Purgator Dreadknight charged out, wielding massive power halberds. With a leap, they launched themselves into the air and slashed at Magnus.

"Die, you traitor!"

"Noise."

An immense, formless, and intangible Psychic Power was drawn out, its grayish-white light enveloping half of the crater, and time stood still.

Within those nine seconds, Magnus was invincible. The Purgator Dreadknight were burned to ashes by the sudden change in flames, and Space Marine armored vehicles were thrown into the sky.

The invincible Grey Knights fell, flames even erupting from his head.

Magnus had ample time to cast his spell, summoning a large number of Tzeentch Daemon who joined forces with the Thousand Sons to launch an attack.

Nine seconds later, the gray-white light dissipated, and countless Ultramarines were instantly burned to ashes, while the armored vehicles crashed into the Adeptus Mechanicus position like cannonballs.

Given time, Magnus could single-handedly destroy the remaining Expeditionary Force and open a portal to allow Tzeentchian demon host to raze Holy Terra.

The Fealty's only chance of winning is to defeat Magnus, but that's like letting Benbo Ba kill Sun Wukong —would they win?

Winning my ass!

Even so, the Expeditionary Force launched a desperate charge. Luna was beneath their feet, Terra behind them; they had nowhere left to retreat. "For the Emperor!"

Death, destruction—a casual strike from the Daemon Primarch could tear the sky apart and set the earth ablaze. As the strongest Psyker still alive in the world, Magnus was a veritable human catastrophe.

Celestine couldn't break through Magnus's Psychic Power shield at all; that thing only caused ripples when hit by Volcano Cannon.

Seizing the opportunity, Professor A used a Psionic Blast to shatter the Living Saint's body, causing Celestine to instantly log off and resurrect.

Perhaps this action angered a certain cold sun, for the Cursed Legion burning with pitch-black flames began to appear on the battlefield, causing Magnus to subconsciously glance at Ahriman.

"Did you do it on purpose, or accidentally?"

"Father, I didn't mean to, be careful!"

In an instant, accompanied by flashes of Emerald Lightning, a storm of blue and gold appeared behind Magnus, and the Burning Fiercely Emperor's Sword lashed out at Sunburned Ogryn buttocks.

"Boom!"

The explosion from the collision of the scepter and the greatsword blew away all the surrounding soldiers, and countless Daemons were instantly incinerated into ashes, but Ahriman was completely unharmed.

Looking at Guilliman before him, Magnus let out a cold laugh:

"Brother, I never expected you to be just like your Second Brother, always resorting to sneak attacks from behind. If you hadn't always been late, your Second Brother wouldn't be dead. How could you face your Second Brother like this?"

Wait, who is the Second Brother?

Guilliman didn't reply. He turned around and kicked Ahriman away. Emerald Lightning flashed, and he teleported away. Then he stabbed at Magnus AsS again.

The Emperor's Sword, wreathed in flames, traced an arc through the sky as Guilliman slashed at the Daemon Primarch with incredible speed, a swift strike that interrupted Magnus's incantation.

Under the watchful gaze of the Holy Terra, the Emperor's two sons once again clashed in battle.

However, at this very moment, driven by the ferocious Fel Energy of Bloodthirsty Demon burning itself out, the high-spirited Guilliman had lost all sense of self and become even more powerful and domineering!

"I've been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and now you dare trespass on my territory, Magnus? Do you really think I'm that piece of trash, Guilliman?"

Feel the rage of these 10,000 years!

Waaaagh!!!

You Dogs and Donkeys, don't run! Eat my God-Shattering Thunderclap Kiya! Fight! It's exhilarating!!!

Meanwhile, inside Guilliman's body, Rambo, who resides there, is sitting in a corner of his consciousness with Guilliman, watching the battle from a third-person perspective.

Watching that berserker flash by like a madman, wielding the Emperor's Sword in his left hand and a Psychic Power spear in his right, shattering Magnus's sorcery shield with a single blow and going toe-to-toe with the Daemon Primarch, Rambo couldn't help but ask:

"You Muggle, you're really pathetic. Look at the state you've created for yourself. Compared to him, you're utterly useless."

Guilliman remained silent. How could he have known he was so powerful? This was completely contrary to the Imperial Truth!

"Damn! Still thinking about your Imperial Truth? Every Primarch is essentially Warp lesser god, and you've turned your mage character into Tank Warrior. Tank Warrior is one thing, but you even wiped out the skill list."

"Oh, I get it," Rambo, raising his dog mouth and reaching out to stroke Guilliman's Little Blondie.

"So you're the evil Ultraman Tiga! Return the light you borrowed from me back then, or I'll summon Gatanothor."

"Then what the hell are you calling for? I can't even control my body right now."

Rambo almost laughed out of anger at this piece of trash. He thought to himself, "If I could summon the boss, I would have done it long ago. As soon as my master arrives, I don't care if you've leveled up or not, I'll just punch Magnus's head off."

Do you think you, this unlucky fellow, are supposed to carry the lane? You're not capable enough! The problem is, the leader is already gone.

"Give me some control of the body; if we keep going like this, the Fel Energy will burn out."

Unfortunately, Guilliman was a Psychic Power Muggle, and he didn't even know how to give control of his body, which almost drove Rambo crazy.

"Brother, we're in this together now. We've paid a heavy price to smuggle that cigarette. Now it's all up to you. You'd better step up."

Patting Guilliman on the shoulder, Rambo coaxed, "As the Primarch, I have no right to control you."

"Control?" Perhaps because he was tainted by Fel Energy, Guilliman couldn't help but start having wild thoughts upon hearing these two words. Rambo was also in the same consciousness space, sensed his thoughts as well.

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Rambo slapped him across the face and barked, "It's not the kind of control you're thinking of. There's no switch that makes you go limp with a single press. That kind of thing only exists in the Imperial Fists."

Listen to me, clear your mind now, don't think about anything, then put your hands on your head and slowly raise them.

To win, we must attract the Emperor's attention. I have a spell that can restore our sight and turn danger into safety.

Although he was constantly teasing Guilliman, the unfortunate guy Guilliman was indeed quick to learn, and under Rambo's personal tutelage, he quickly grasped the essence of the matter.

"Yes, that's right, slowly bounce up, then twist your neck to the right."

Pop!

With a slightly comical sound, a round head was raised high by Guilliman's hands. Seeing this opportunity, Rambo, without saying a word, tore off his own dog head and placed it on Guilliman.

Without hesitation, Rambo, now possessed by the supernatural, absorbed half of Guilliman's Fel Energy and roared:

"Makara, help me!"

This shout terrified Magnus, because to outsiders, it looked as if Guilliman had been talking to himself and then his head suddenly turned into a dog's head. This made Magnus think of a horrifying idea:

"Damn, Ahriman was right, the Khorne and the Emperor are in cahoots!"