Run, Sai!

The so-called "mixed learning" emphasizes a balanced approach, where everyone benefits equally.

Although it comes at a considerable cost, so too does divine blessing.

If you're not good at it, don't blame the road for being uneven. The so-called divine blessing may seem lofty, but it's just like playing a video game.

The recipient of the blessing is like the computer hardware, and the strength of the soul is like the graphics card for processing images. If you want to run AAA games, you must have a solid foundation; otherwise, the Chaos Spawn is your only destiny.

This is why the Four Merchants are so fascinated by the Primarch.

Although the Primarch may seem incredibly weak, capable of being wiped out by a single high-yield nuclear bomb, this is merely on paper; what matters is its imposing Combat Power.

Due to the existence of dimensional barriers, even powerful beings like the Four Gods cannot unleash their full power in the real world, let alone the majority of their power is spent in the Warp.

If a Greater Daemon were to come to the real world, no matter how powerful it was before, once it arrives in the Physical World, you'd be reduced to a dog, no matter how strong you were before.

The Primarch, however, are different. They are essentially sub-gods of the Warp and can move freely in the Physical World.

His Space Marine may appear normal, but it's obvious to anyone with a discerning eye that they are simply a replica of the Chaos God and his Greater Daemon.

Obtaining a Primarch grants the possession of an army capable of traversing the Material Universe and the Warp, utterly disrupting the existing order.

Even a piece of steel will face the risk of breaking after repeated bending. Even something as powerful as the Primarch cannot simultaneously bear the blessings of four Chaos God.

If someone were truly possessed by the Four Frenzied Scholars of Evil, even if they didn't instantly explode, they would become a mentally challenged person who could only babble.

But this is just the general case. Since there are limits to human beings, it would be better not to be human at all. Mordred is a prime example of this.

Because of his overly advanced physical attributes, Mordred, who was increasingly straying from humanity, could eat four of them, let alone one.

As for corrupting the soul, forget about it. He doesn't even have a soul, so how can you corrupt him? He took out the key and looked at it. Wow, it was an electronic lock.

Not to mention Mordred also has high-dimensional properties. Even Yellow Skins get a headache just looking at this kind of evil thing, and then they get corrupted and turned into sand sculptures.

Mordred, having snagged a hefty sum of sponsorship money, is definitely stuffed. While she can't fully digest it yet, what's ingested can't just disappear, right?

Mordred, who remained in the Serenity to digest his food, waited and waited, but no news came. However, he was convinced that his plan was absolutely flawless.

It's just waiting, right? He can afford to wait!

But will Mordred really get what he wants? Tzeentch smiled without saying a word.

Mord was too naive. He had calculated everything, but he failed to anticipate the Four Gods' determination, and most importantly, he overestimated humanity.

Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; a mere sliver of temptation can undo all previous efforts.

With the arrival of the Dark Angels, a sudden plague began to ravage Ultramar. At first, no one paid attention, but when the plague began to spread wildly at an unreasonable speed, a rebellion suddenly broke out.

For Ultramar, which had three legions stationed there, a mere rebellion was nothing to worry about. That's what Zhuang Sen thought, and that's what Guilliman thought, until Koz was slashed by a dagger during a rebellion and fell into a coma.

But just as Emperor lays his underwear on the table, the Four Gods went all in this time, spilling out a pot of carefully prepared broth.

Sevenfold plague, sevenfold corruption

Accompanying the bloodshed is an extreme desire; the hope that should have existed has been distorted and corrupted.

As the plague gradually spread, disagreements began to emerge. The Lion King believed that those infected were no longer human and must be eliminated in advance.

As Guilliman watched his people succumb to illness and gradually turn into mindless zombies, he hesitated, increasingly agitated by the buzzing whispers in his ears.

If Magnus, who was proficient in muscle Psychic Power, were present, he would surely question the meaning of life, for above Guilliman's soul, a gathering of sages was present, with four orbs of light—red, orange, blue, and purple—lying there.

Guilliman's Ambition reputation was known not only to humans, but also to the Four Gods, who were far away behind the Veil. As long as they could take down this blue man, everything would be in their grasp.

But the problem is, it's impossible!

The infusion of Horus went incredibly smoothly, but when it came to Guilliman, that bastard completely ignored them and just felt a headache.

The whispers of the Lord of Change could not be heard, the wrath of the Blood God could not be stirred, and the allure of the Dark Prince was utterly ineffective. If it weren't for the fact that the Nurgle's plague could still exert its power, the Four Gods would have begun to doubt the existence of the demon.

Seeing the plague, already scarred and beginning to spread to other worlds, Guilliman finally gritted his teeth and decided to kill.

Calth was the first to suffer, watching as the dark green and cobalt blue Death Angel descended from the sky, greeted by countless people who brought out food to welcome him.

In this moment when the Astronomican are extinguished, the Emperor's Death Angel is the best remedy for the soul.

But to the Space Marine, there were no humans in front of them, only a group of walking corpses tearing at their flesh and limbs as they charged toward them.

"Bang!"

With the roar of the Bolter, filthy blood splattered across the land as the infected on the entire planet were Slaughter.

Seeing Guilliman in such agony, Zhuang Sen, unusually human, offered words of comfort:

"Brother, this is the best outcome. If we don't do this, even more people will die from the plague. Drop the Virus Bomb! Only fire can purify everything. We must eradicate the entire planet."

Having taken this step, there was nothing left to hesitate about. After figuring it out, Guilliman felt his mind clear, and even the noise that had been constantly in his ears disappeared.

"Alright, let's drop the Virus Bomb then!"

"But now the Astronomican is extinguished, the Star Language is in disarray, and even the Divine Seal Network has suddenly gone out."

The two Primarchs locked eyes, neither speaking beforehand, yet both knowing what the other was thinking. In this eerie atmosphere, several Virus Bomb were dropped onto Calth.

How about this?

"That's not a good idea."

"And bring Koz along too?"

"Then I want to be the Warmaster!"

"OK!"

Guilliman believed this decision was correct; they knew nothing about the Outside World, and someone had to step up, otherwise the rebellion would inevitably become more frequent.

Just as the two were exchanging words and planning to return to Macragge to announce the establishment of the Second Imperium, a sudden and chaotic battle broke out.

Looking at the woman whose neck he was gripping but who was still staring at him with loving eyes, Koz howled, trying to break free of the cage, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control his body.

The hand slowly tightened; with just a little force, the woman in front of him would have her neck snapped.

"No, no! Please, please let her go!"

Hearing the shouts of battle coming from the Outside World, and through Euten's pupils, which were red from suffocation, Koz saw another version of himself.

His lips, torn to the roots of his ears, maintained a smile, but his eyes held no reason, only madness.

The hand, which should have tightened again, loosened slightly, but before Euten could catch his breath, it tightened again, over and over, as if teasing a mouse.

Killing her will only make you weak.

"No, she is my mother. Who are you? Let's sit down and talk this over."

A chuckle rang in my ears, and a vision appeared before my eyes: in the sinful land called Nostramo, a baby fell from the sky and streaked across the night.

History was distorted, time was stolen, and two sets of memories fermented in Koz's mind, ravaging his already unstable soul.

In those fragmented memories, the baby who fell into the ground did not receive the love of his older brother, but was accompanied only by hunger and sin.

Why do you get to live such a comfortable life? Why do you get everyone's understanding? Just because of that indescribable monster?

[No, that's not it. As long as I kill this lowly mortal, everything will be mine. I am the Midnight Wraith, I am the Konrad Curze!]

[And you, you are nothing but a monster who stole everything from me.]

[Since you want me to let her go, then so be it. A life for a life, give me everything you have.]

"Hahaha."

[Why are you laughing?]

I laugh at you for not being sincere in your lies.

Kidnappers even use ransom to exchange for hostages. Although I don't know how you appeared, I know that if I agree to your demands, I will die.

The sudden civil unrest in the Night Lords was caused by you, yet at least half of them haven't gone mad. If I agree to your demands, all my offspring will perish with me.

Use your brain, will you? We're in Macragge right now. Even if you want to take over my body, think about how you're going to escape!

Those who died outside were Ultramarines, and even Dark Angels.

And I need to correct you on one point. That wasn't some indescribable monster; it was my Second Brother. You haven't been unloved your whole life, have you?

[You're asking for it!]

Perhaps something had been touched, for his hands clenched tightly again, and Euten could even hear the cracking sound of his cervical spine straining under the weight.

Looking at Euten in his hand, whose face had turned red and was gradually turning blue, Koz curled his lip. Even the Wraith that shared the same body did not notice that the shadow beneath his feet had moved slightly.

A furtive figure peeked out from the shadows.

"She's just a mortal. Why should I give up myself for her? She's not my biological mother. My mother died long ago."

Are you sure?

No, you're stalling for time, but it's pointless. That savage Lion and Muggle Ogryn are gone. I have plenty of time to play with you.

[Since you say you don't care about this mortal, then killing her would be a waste. How about I make a pair of gloves and give them to Guilliman?]

I promise she won't die while I'm skinning her!

"No, please don't! I admit I'm stalling for time. But I'm not waiting for Guilliman. Don't you know that guy's always late?"

Who is that?

"It's me! You damned imposter, get out of my father's body!" A furious shout rang out as Sevitar, covered in blood, leaped to his feet.

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, Koz did not fight for full control of his body. Instead, he focused on one thing, raising his free left arm instantly and extending his power claw, which flashed with Decomposition Field, aiming directly at his right arm.

With a flash of blood, the fake creature reacted and kicked out, but at that moment, Sevitar had already embraced Lady Yuton.

"Hahaha, this is my escape route!"

"Run! Get out of here!"