Guilliman, Where Am I?

The Ultramarines arrived, and the sky was clear! The Ultramarines arrived, and the Swarm was defeated!

As an endless stream of Smurfs entered the arena, Dante seized the opportunity and led his men out of the Hive City to wipe out the remaining Tyranid above Baal.

The insects were defeated, utterly defeated. Under the command of the great Lord Regent Robert Guilliman, the Imperium of Man once again achieved a great victory.

This is the Imperial's official assessment of the Battle of Baal, and also the first great victory of the Lord Regent's Indomitable Expedition.

So what is the cost?

Seeing his father, clad only in a pair of blue extreme underwear, being whipped for three days and three nights while hanging from a flagpole, Caldor was filled with grief and rage. His hands moved with incredible speed, wielding a spatula to serve the two exhausted Primarchs a pot of fried rice:

"Your Highness, please eat something first. Stop fighting! That's my father; it breaks my heart to see him like this!"

"Pain? You're the one who's going to care about us? I think you're just itchy."

Upon hearing this, the tough guy who had once charged into and out of the Swarm seven times, single-handedly challenged the Hive Tyrant, and even tore off the host's skull with his bare hands despite having a damaged heart, actually trembled three times in humiliation.

If you zoom in, you'll see nearly 1,000 Ultramarines Collapsed on the Ground, all stripped of their armor and suspended by vines like roast geese.

These people are all Glory Champions, also known as the Primarch Stretcher Team.

Don't let their current pathetic state fool you; just three days ago they were incredibly arrogant. When they discovered that their father was caught in a dilemma between Mordred and Zhuang Sen, making things even more difficult for him, they actually had a brain fart and chose to attack the two of them, shooting Mordred in the head.

Then they discovered that the Heavy Bolter, capable of penetrating Adamantium, couldn't even penetrate Mordred's face.

How to put it? It's just like that World Eaters Guilliman minion who jumped and slashed at Guilliman when he was Sleeping Beauty – commendable courage.

The result was rather unfortunate. In just three seconds, the two Primarchs subdued the first 100 Glory Champions, stripped them naked, and pinned them to the ground, forcing these unfortunate souls to watch Guilliman being whipped mercilessly by the two.

Accompanied by Guilliman's piercing screams, the Glory Guard charged forward wave after wave, only to be completely wiped out in a series of desperate attempts to save their grandfather, their armor stripped bare by Mordred.

As for your question about why 1,000 of us couldn't beat two, Caldor has something to say too. I hadn't even electrified my boxing gloves when a scruffy old man with a scraggly beard suddenly appeared behind me and punched my helmet flat. How was I supposed to fight back?

And then there's that big, blond guy in the vest and trench coat, who keeps calling me "my good nephew," but he's ruthless than Lion King. One minute he's 800 meters away, the next he's unleashing a flying kick from behind.

Facing two Primarchs with perfect stats, amazing mechanics, and the Primarch to teleport without cooldown, how are we supposed to fight them? Attack them with our bare hands?

Moreover, it's one thing to beat people, but to destroy their spirit. Not only did they strip us of our armor, but they also hung us up to watch our fathers be humiliated.

That's our father! I'd be heartbroken even if he just got a scratch, and you guys actually stood up and kicked him!

"Aaaaaah! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Smack!"

With a slap, Caldor, whose fighting spirit had just been rekindled, instantly collapsed to the ground, his eyes becoming clear, only Guilliman's howling in his ears remained unchanged.

"What are you looking at? Go make us a dessert. If you serve us well, I'll skip whipping your father!"

"Really? Really?"

A ruler's word is his bond!

"Your Highness, please rest assured. I've been studying cooking since I was a child. I'll make you a Macragge Specialty Snack — Coconut Heart Bobo —and I guarantee you'll both be satisfied."

Mordred glanced at Caldor, who was busy at work, tossed away his cigarette butt, took the whip from Zhuang Sen's hand, and lashed Guilliman's buttocks hard.

"Ah"

"Huh? You still dare to call me that, Tenth Brother, you bastard, you never thought this day would come, did you? I'm giving you one more chance now, tell me honestly all the despicable things you've done."

"Second Brother, what are you saying? I haven't done anything to wrong you! I... I... no, that's not right!"

Zhuang Sen, brother, say something! What about that thing back then—ahhhhh!

Before Guilliman could speak, and seeing that this bastard was trying to drag him down with him, the Lion King reacted swiftly, swinging his shield and slapping Guilliman across the backside.

"Shut up, you wretched Guilliman, you Ambition bastard! I warned you not to eat so much back then, but you wouldn't listen."

I'll ask you this: weren't you the one who led the division of Atlas's legacy? Were you the one who led the expedition to Catachan to drag the Hive Research Institute to the Luna? Were you the one who formed the High Lords Council?

I advise you to confess honestly, otherwise even I can't save you.

But—ah!!!

"You dare to say that?!"

Mordred reached out and grabbed Guilliman's Little Blondie. He knew that Zhuang Sen was definitely hiding something from him, but at least he had confessed everything he could, while Guilliman was still stubbornly holding on.

"Tenth Brother." Mordred crouched down, staring into Guilliman's eyes. "I've always heard people say that you're the smartest and most human-like of us brothers."

Even if everyone else criticizes you for Ambition, I still choose to believe you. But I believe you, while others don't!

"From the Outside World, it seems that after the Great Heresy ended, you obtained what Horus couldn't get even after shedding his blood, Old Man Huang couldn't protect even after giving his all, and what I couldn't exchange even after committing suicide, simply by being nine hours late."

"And with just a worthless Astartes Codex, they dismantled their brothers' legions."

"Second Brother, I--"

"Shh!" Mordred pinched Guilliman's lips, shaking them as he spoke:

"But none of that matters, because I know you didn't do it on purpose. I also bear some responsibility for this, and I won't even say anything about you dividing Atlas's Legacy. After all, things are meant to be used."

"You know me, Second Brother. Although I'm greedy, I'm not stingy. How Could I hold a grudge against you just because you took what wasn't yours? How could that be? As long as the money is used properly, it's fine."

"Second Brother, it was me! I did it all! I'll confess everything!"

Guilliman was a little vulnerable. He could be beaten, he could be publicly humiliated by being hung on a flagpole, but he couldn't stand this kind of forgiveness. So much so that when reciting the menu, he would add "the successor of Atlas" to make himself feel at ease.

"Feeling better now?"

"Alright, now that you're feeling better, let me ask you a question. I can tolerate everything, but why did you, you damned bastard, ruin my reputation while suffering from amnesia?"

"What?! Second Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred's fists hardened. What angered him even more was that Guilliman, this idiot, wasn't faking it; he genuinely didn't know.

"Okay, you there, the one cooking, stop cooking and give me that toilet paper roll you're carrying."

Caldor jogged up to the three Primarchs and, without hesitation, handed them the Book of Astartes Codex that he had just used to wipe the pot.

After all, if you ask what toilet paper is, ten thousand people might give you ten thousand different answers: leaves, scrap paper, newspaper, notebooks, etc.

Winter break homework, even something as simple as dirt or trash will do.

But if you were to ask what toilet paper a Space Marine commonly uses, it would definitely be the Astartes Codex. After all, there's just so much of it in existence that not only the Fealty but even the Chaos faction uses it.

When Guilliman saw the magnum opus he had personally compiled laid out before him, his heart sank. He may have already guessed it, but he still couldn't face the fact.

Many pages of Caldor's Codex Astartes had been torn out, but that didn't matter; what mattered was that the cover was still intact. Mordred simply lifted the cover and asked the few lines of large characters on the title page:

"Kiman, you better explain yourself! What do you mean by 'brother'? Your achievements will never be forgotten!"

Guilliman:()

Zhuang Sen:δ(A;)

Caldor: (A°)

Mordred: (▼Benefit▼)

Mordred's voice wasn't loud or soft, but almost everyone around could hear it. They had previously been resentful, thinking that the Primarch was too arrogant, but now they all understood.

If it were them, let alone hanging them up and whipping them, they wouldn't be that rational at all. Father really treats his brothers like Xenos.

For the past 10,000 years, everyone has been wondering who this Second Brother is? How could he be so stupid? He's cursed by everyone, from the left to the right, from above to below, even by the Chaos. Every Space Marine has cursed him.

As a result, the criticism of Guilliman has decreased significantly. After all, it's written in black and white that Second Brother achievements will not be overlooked; this is irrefutable evidence!

Perhaps sensing the tense atmosphere, Caldor made a quick escape, but Guilliman wasn't so lucky; he was hanging from the flagpole and couldn't run away.

"Um, well, you know what I mean, oh, Second Brother, you know me, I just wanted to give you a little surprise."

Mordred laughed, he was certain that people really do laugh when they're utterly speechless, "Surprise, you fucking explain this to me, what the hell do you mean by a surprise?"

"A surprise is a surprise, right? Second Brother, think about it: even if everyone forgets you, I'll make sure your name is remembered for generations to come, so everyone will remember you!"

If Guilliman utters even half a lie, Mordred can immediately find four burly, scantily clad men to subject him to the ultimate humiliation, and record it in a billion copies, scattering it throughout the galaxy.

What truly blew Mordred's mind was that Guilliman, that bastard, actually believed it; he genuinely wanted to commemorate him in this way.

"I was destined for eternal fame! I... I... I've ruined my reputation for life! Guilliman, you've made me infamous for ten thousand years! A full ten thousand years!"

"Do you know why I dare not return to the Empire immediately? Now everyone in the Empire is my enemy, and it's all your doing!"

"I don't want to curse you anymore. Now I just want to ask you one last thing. Zhuang Sen told me that all the people Serenity transferred out were handed over to you. Where the hell are my soldiers?"

"-"

"Speak up! I've trained two centuries of talent and junior officers, and what about them?"

"-"

"I saw they were useless, so I released them!"

"What? You... pfft"

"Second Son, Second Son, what's wrong?"

Seeing Mordred coughing up blood, Zhuang Sen rushed forward to support him: "Brother, are you alright?" "No, everything is going black."