Heehee, I must live!

With the departure of the Primarch, humanity, now without the guidance of a demigod, gradually adapted to the situation after the initial chaos and began its own path of development.

During this period, Guilliman's prestige continued to rise. 3,000 years of accumulation had allowed the Imperium of Man to amass a massive force that could be considered a hegemon.

With such a massive scale, the empire survived major events such as the Age of Heresy, the Cursed Founding, the Black Crusade, the Third Beast War, and the Vongorich Rebellion.

Of course, heroes from all over the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and countless heroic epics have emerged during this period. Among them are many extraordinary men who have descended from the heavens and want to change the empire's twisted and declining state.

But even Primarch with boundless Overlord's Will could not withstand the decline of an Empire of such despairing size.

The so-called celestial warriors were far fewer in number than the Stellaris of the Empire, and ultimately could only shine briefly like fireworks before burning out their last bit of light and heat.

And so, in the process of constant repairs and patching, the empire was completely reduced to a mountain of code. Even if it was known that the empire was in trouble, it absolutely could not be touched, because as soon as it was touched, the empire would completely collapse.

Over nearly ten thousand years of gradual evolution, the empire finally became what the original Master of Mankind hated most: a giant cesspool embodying feudal ignorance, cruelty, bloodthirstiness, corruption, stagnation, and depravity.

Following this trend, the empire should have fallen apart long ago. But just as the Chaos Gods were basking in their own glory at their masterpiece, they suddenly discovered a terrifying truth.

That is, through nearly ten thousand years of persistent and frenzied prayers by mankind, even without ascending to godhood, the Emperor became a twisted monster capable of contending with the Four Gods.

This is only for Emperor who haven't ascended to godhood yet. If Emperor were to emulate the Mexis of the Old Terra Era and accidentally let something slip out of his buttocks, the Dark King born would cause everyone to die!

It's somewhat impossible for Chaos to overturn, but it's also somewhat impossible for it not to overturn.

To prevent the Imperium of Man from destroying itself, countless Chaos Daemons followed one after another, diligently cultivating the empire and taking root in its heart.

Countless Daemon died silently in the imperial bureaucracy, eventually leading to the creation of the horrific punishment of exile to the empire.

Besides the Chaos Daemons, various Xenos also arrived, including the Necron whose technology rivaled magic, the Dark Eldar whose numbers fluctuated, the Orks who were gradually resurfacing and spreading, the blue-skinned Xenos known as the T'au Empire, and the Kroot Cult worshipped the Four-Armed Emperor.

Amidst this vibrant life, as if all things were flourishing, the entire Milky Way descended into utter chaos, even giving rise to a fantastical scene where Genestealer perished Chaos defending the empire.

When the time reached 999. m40, Chaos Warmaster Abaddon seized the opportunity and launched the 13th Black Crusade.

After thousands of years of relentless raiding, the Black Legion has become the Imperium's greatest threat. If the Primarch were in charge, Abaddon would never dare to be so audacious. Unfortunately, the Primarch's era has ended!

Of the existing Primarch, only Robert Guilliman, the father of the Ultramarines, ruler of the Ultramar 500 Worlds, king of Macragge, compiler of the Astartes Codex, and Ambition man, is still alive, but he has become a famous tourist attraction in Fortress of Hera.

But the Primarch is the Primarch; in order to extinguish the last hope of the Imperium of Man and to conquer the rare and fertile land of the Ultramar 500 Worlds.

With the fall of Kardia and the Great Rift tearing the Imperium of Man in two, the once-glorious Black Legion set its sights on the last remaining Primarch.

But it wasn't just Abaddon, Guilliman's good nephew, who had his eye on him; there was also a group of Aeldari with Pointy-ears who called themselves the Death Guard.

What happened next is more abstract. Just as Macragge was about to fall, Caldor, the ICU Sage known as the Azure Comet and then the Ultramarines Chapter, decided to take a gamble.

He directly defied all objections and brought Ephraime, the leader of the Death Guard, and the Arch-Magos of Forging Kaul, before Robert Guilliman, the Gene-Father.

Caldor clearly made the right gamble this time. After Ephraime killed Blue Daddy with a single blow using the Sword of the Old Woman, Guilliman was resurrected by the Power of Death. He directly reversed life and death, transformed into an invincible war god, and smashed the Black Legion's head in one fell swoop!

"Rambo, you have no idea. When I woke up, a despicable Greater Daemon came flying at me with two axes in hand."

However, as my father's most proud son, am I, Guilliman, an ordinary person?

Under the incredulous gaze of that Bloodthirsty Demon, I deftly disarmed him with my bare hands, instantly crushing the Chainaxe, and then, with a powerful blow to the skull, I crushed his dog's head!

"Are you sure? I heard that when you first recovered, you were naked and then got beaten up by a bunch of Alpharius."

And you said one minute you were talking about the Greater Daemon, and the next you said you were talking about the Bloodthirsty Demon. You can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself.

Caldor told me that it was clearly a shirtless World Eaters minion that lunged at you. It's only because you're shameless that you didn't get your head smashed.

And I'm asking you, Guilliman, you piece of trash, do you have a problem with me?

"Look into my eyes and say, what do you see?"

Nourished by Guilliman's spirit, Rambo has transformed from a ghost into a semi-transparent entity resembling a phantom. The good news is that Rambo no longer needs to possess Guilliman's body to steal offerings, but the bad news is that others can now see Rambo.

As Mordred's most trusted disciple, Rambo inevitably picked up the habit of being foul-mouthed. Whenever the Ancient One recounted the Primarch's Dark History, the Primarch's Guard could only do their best to keep quiet.

Even if you can't hold it in, you have to, otherwise you'll be dragged into the gladiator cage to fight the entire Chapter one-on-one tonight.

Guilliman stared at the dog brother with a death stare, his gaze lingering for a moment on Rambo's chipped ear, then at his muzzle, and said cautiously:

"Oh, a dog?"

"..."

Rambo laughed, grabbing Guilliman's Little White and spraying it:

"You know I'm a Dog-men and you still call others dogs? So what if I'm a dog? Without me, could you have defeated Magnus?"

Bah! If I hadn't intervened, you'd probably be beaten to your knees and used as Conventional Weapon. You call yourself an invincible war god? I'd suspect that the Eldar Girl squeezed your brains out.

Upon hearing this, all the Ultramarines instinctively perked up their ears and slowly moved closer to their respective Gene-Father.

"What are you doing here? Get that damned little Sanguinius out of my sight! And Dignis, as a Psyker Librarian, can't you just complete this summoning circle instantly?"

Dignis was very aggrieved at being scolded for no reason. He wanted to tell his Gene-Father that psychic Psychic Power were not magical abilities that could grant wishes, but he couldn't explain it, and it didn't make sense.

As a seasoned prophetic Psyker, Dignis could sense the fear hidden within the Gene-Father. Although fear was an impossible emotion for a Primarch, it was indeed the case.

When Guilliman rose from the dead and saw the empire before him, a place many times worse than a cesspool, he was utterly devastated.

But there was no other way. He was the only one left in the empire who could shoulder the responsibility, and he had to step up. If Kiriman didn't stand up, no one else could save the empire.

This is why Guilliman cherishes Rambo so much; after all, although Rambo has a foul mouth, he is the only dog whose values align with Guilliman's.

During one of his routine shifts, the Chief Librarian even witnessed his father slapping himself repeatedly in the face in the middle of the night while facing the Astartes Codex. This incident caused a drop in morale among the Ultramarines, who believed it was Gene-Father's displeasure with them.

But now the opportunity has come. Under the guidance of the Dog-men who calls himself Rambo, Dignis has learned a summoning array called the Dark Gate.

Although this magic circle called the Dark Gate seemed blasphemous, his father personally guaranteed that as long as the ritual was successful, his lost brother could be summoned.

My father's brother must be the Primarch, and based on the indistinct portrait, this Primarch has thick blond hair, superhuman strength, and extraordinary wisdom.

Based on this, this person must be Great Angel, or at the very least, the Wolf King Roboute Guilliman; even the Lion King would fit the description.

However, Dignis still believed that the Primarch should be Sanguinius, because he learned from his friend Mephisto that the Great Angel had actually been guiding them all along.

The Chief Librarian was quite excited at the thought that his idol, the Great Angel, was about to appear and could share the burden with his father.

"My father loves me, and I love my father. For my father's sake, I must complete this mission!"

Soon, with the Smurfs' continued construction, a Dark Gate rose from the ground, and following Rambo's instructions, oranges, gold coins, cigarettes, and red scarves were placed as summoning items.

Five Psyker, following designated directions, channeled their Psychic Power into the Dark Gate to initiate the summoning.

In an instant, a turquoise energy vortex floated in the center of the Dark Gate, the surrounding space began to vibrate rapidly, and Grassland Illusion gradually formed, as if some being was descending upon this place.

But as time passed, the Dark Gate failed to summon anything; instead, it went out, causing Guilliman to instinctively glance at Rambo.

"That shouldn't be the case. According to the plan left behind by the boss, he should have already won the revival match by now."

Moreover, the Fel Energy has already begun to activate; even you, a Psychic Power Muggle, can remember the boss's name. The ritual must have been successful."

Just as everyone was puzzled, a Warp Rift suddenly appeared at the bottom of a Hive City in the Stygian System, and then spewed out a lump of black sludge.

Perhaps sensing no threat around it, the jelly-like black slime dog crept in stealthily and eventually entered a nearby scavenger settlement.

"Hehe, I must survive!"