Guilliman, the Jewel of the Mortal Realm

There are no bad heroes, only bad players. Even a piece of toilet paper has its use; it just depends on whether you can find the right method.

Although he is a Psychic Power Muggle and is still ridiculed as a "crispy blueberry," Guilliman is not like that; on the contrary, he has his own unique and ingenious uses.

As the saying goes, "No man gets rich without unexpected wealth, and no horse gets fat without night grass. "Guilliman's greatest strength was his open-mindedness and resilience.

Actually, Mordred had been curious about Guilliman's appearance and why he had become such a contradictory figure for a long time.

It's important to understand that the Primarch is essentially a sub-god of the Warp, and should be born with both Psychic Power. Even if they don't, they should possess some kind of peculiar passive ability.

Take the Great Angel for example. This guy doesn't seem to be able to unleash energy blasts like Mordred, Magnus, or even Roboute Guilliman, but if you think about it carefully, you'll realize that how could such a small pair of wings possibly lift Sanguinius? That's just not scientifically sound!

It's important to know that birds have hollow skeletons for flight; this is a compromise made to reduce weight. The weight of the body is directly proportional to the wingspan; the greater the weight, the larger the wings must be.

In contrast, Sanguinius's little wings look like penguin wings, not to mention the Great Angel's armor. If it didn't have some Warp element, Mordred would be eating shit upside down on Live Broadcast.

Even Dorn is the same; he looks like a plain, fleshy sword and shield warrior, but what decent person can unleash a sword aura with a single strike?

It might sound a bit fantastical, but it's true. The Leman Russ Battle Tank is that big; no matter how long your Storm's Teeth is, it can't split the entire tank in two on the spot, right?

Moreover, it's not just Primarchs; Space Marine with Gene-Seed can also exhibit this trait. Take Bjorn, for example, the good-for-nothing who used to hang out with Ahriman and Tom.

With the blessing of faith for thousands of years, even when placed in the Dreadnought, it can unleash speeds beyond its limits, and can even fight Magnus in a short time, leaving the young Magnus, who had gone astray on the path of the one-eyed sunburned Psychic Power Ogryn, completely dumbfounded.

But Guilliman was different. He had no special characteristics and was a pure materialist warrior who almost shattered the Warp essence.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but Guilliman's problem wasn't just simple self-denial. He couldn't hear the Four Merchants whispering in his ear, and he wouldn't answer the Yellow Skins's phone call, as if he were an insulator.

After Mordred manipulated Guilliman's body, he finally found the answer to this question: Guilliman's essence is order, but his form is an angry Ece| table, or you could say domination.

It might sound abstract, but to put it simply, Guilliman is like a universal plug; no matter what you connect it to, it will eventually output a stable 220 volt AC power.

The establishment of a nation cannot be separated from order. Guilliman was the Monarch who ruled everything. He could always find the order that allowed the nation to thrive. Wherever Guilliman was, everyone would be passively made into beasts of burden to build the order he needed.

But behind the order lies chaos, which explains why Guilliman would occasionally act rashly and make decisions that led to his own disarray.

But none of that matters. What matters is that Guilliman is a universal plug; he can perfectly accept any power input, making him a truly versatile mech. After all, Monarch are categorized, and Tongliao Renjun is also Monarch.

To put it bluntly, Guilliman is essentially a Conventional Weapon, convenient to use immediately upon deployment, but only if Guilliman is willing to use it.

So, after realizing this, Mordred decided to further develop Guilliman, especially after Guilliman defeated Mortarion with an elbow strike, which solidified his idea even more.

"A pair of jade-like arms, a thousand men's pillows; a touch of crimson lips, ten thousand men's tastes; Guilliman, you truly are a rare beauty!"

"Hurry up and eat Mortarion! You have to believe in yourself!"

"But I really can't fit any more in, Second Brother. I feel like there was something off about what you just said. Were you implying something about me?"

"No, that's a famous quote from Old Terra. Anyone who uses that quote is incredibly wealthy. I'm praising you!"

Are you sure?

Mordred patted Guilliman's belly, which looked like he was ten months pregnant, and said, "Second Brother, I never lie. This is probably the most fitting thing to say about your current state. Hurry up and eat. Mortarion is still dead."

"But I really can't eat anymore, and don't you think it's a little disgusting?"

These words did indeed wake Mordred up. He usually ate Daemon like they were snacks, and he ate Xenos without any scruples. To put it more disgustingly, he had eaten more shit than Guilliman.

Despite Mordred's smoking, drinking, perming, and brainwashing, his murders, Great Purge, Collusion with Xenos, his affair with Chaos, Collusion with Chaos creation of the Abominable Intelligence, planting bombs in his brother's hometown, stealing pocket money from children on the street, forming cliques within the Empire, betraying his Nurgle, kicking down widows' doors, and his abusive treatment of his brothers, spreading rumors about the Emperor, and betraying his good brother Vashtorr, he believes he is a good person.

But Guilliman is different Guilliman. He can't get over that mental hurdle, especially since the snacks in front of him are from his brother Mortarion. He just can't bring himself to eat them.

"That's true, I really didn't think it through, and Mortarion looks rather awful right now, it's really disgusting."

"Yes, you have no idea how much pain I'm in right now. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. This meat is so tough and greasy, just mentioning it makes me want to throw up."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Guilliman's stomach rumbled loudly, startling Mordred, who quickly pinched his mouth shut. If he vomited, Mordred would have to force Guilliman to swallow the thing.

"Hang in there a little longer. You know, Mortarion's ritual isn't over yet. I'm processing that Warp Demonic Energy. Only you can save him now. If I swallow it, he'll be completely gone."

Brotherhood or principles? Guilliman, don't let me look down on you.

"Love your brothers!"

"Alright, I knew I hadn't misjudged you, kid. But since you've brought it up, I won't make things difficult for you. You've only eaten two thighs; I'll figure out how to get the rest of the meat. Now, just lie there and digest."

Guilliman didn't even want to move, so he turned his head, rolled over, and collapsed onto the sofa next to him.

The two are currently in Damocles, but this area has been completely enveloped by Mordred, existing in a state between reality and illusion. In other words, Guilliman and Mortarion are inside Mordred.

The Mordred who was speaking to Guilliman was actually a tentacle, but you could also say that this was Mordred's original form, since he was just a lump of flesh with Self-Awareness.

Guilliman hadn't realized it before, but now he discovered that his Second Brother's body contained everything imaginable—household appliances, renovations, even a faucet that could still be turned on, as if someone had once lived there.

"What's this?"

A blue nightgown was pulled out of the sofa by Guilliman. Seeing the grease and snack crumbs all over it, Guilliman's eyes sharpened instantly, and a bold idea formed in his mind.

No way, my Second Brother is such a pervert.

"Snap."

Before Guilliman could even think it through, a large, bulging nose came flying through the air and slapped him so hard his eyes saw stars. "You bastard, don't you know you can't just touch other people's things? This belongs to Morgan, so put away your nonsensical ideas."

"And could you hand me that induction cooker over there? Do you prefer an oil-based dipping sauce or a sauce-based dipping sauce?"

"Ah, what disc?"

"Of course we're making Mortarion hot pot! But don't worry, this isn't a Serenity dish, so it won't clump together even if left out for a while. The sliced meat is for hot pot, and the bones are for soup. Look, there's even some pig brain here."

What lay before Guilliman was an extremely horrifying scene: Mordred raised his knife and began hacking at the half-dead Mortarion.

Pale slices of flesh were sliced off one by one, and with each swing of the kitchen knife, Mortarion's mangled body would twitch, as if enduring some extreme pain.

"Second Brother, didn't you say that Mortarion can't feel pain now?"

"Yes, he really doesn't feel pain. Look at him, he's not crying or making a fuss. If he felt pain, he would have screamed by now."

God the hell doesn't cry, he's brainless. Mortarion's skull has been smashed open. If he can still speak in this state, that would be a miracle.

"What about this so-called Lord of Gloom? Don't tell me you can use that for hot pot."

"Tsk!" Mordred put on a dog face, stomped on the struggling Big Moth and crushed it, then threw it into the soup pot to boil.

Looking at the Lord of Gloom floating up and down in the soup, his eyes wide open in death, Guilliman suddenly felt that this guy wasn't so bad after all.

Mordred casually picked up a bowl of soup bubbling with grayish-black bubbles and handed it to Guilliman, gesturing for him to drink it.

"Come on, brother, this is your destiny!"

For some reason, Guilliman suddenly wanted to ask what the price was, but looking at the Lord of Gloom, who was still floating in the pot with his eyes wide open in death, he could only hold his nose and force the food into his mouth.

"Mmm, it tastes good, but it's a bit bland, just plain water with no flavor. Maybe we should add some chili."

"You're a true connoisseur! There's Hot Pot base in the fourth drawer of the cabinet next to you. The innermost one is spicy. Also, wrap some garlic and make the sesame sauce."

And let me tell you a little secret, this stuff is good for your kidneys!

"Ah! It's come to this now. For Mortarion, I'll risk everything."

That's how the bottom line was broken step by step. After realizing that this stuff tasted good and was quite nutritious, Guilliman's personality changed instantly, and he became extremely busy.

Without any instruction, he grabbed a packet of pickled cabbage, threw it into the soup pot next to him to stew pork ribs, added a handful of red dates and goji berries, and even paid attention to the balance of meat and vegetables by adding two heads of lettuce.

What part of the body is this?

"This is fascia, the tendons of the Mortarion."

"What about this one?"

"This is the tip of the rump, the gluteus maximus on Mortarion's buttocks. The flesh looks quite smooth. But the internal organs are also good; they'll be perfect for stewing. You're in luck, kid."

Now that Guilliman's appetite has been whetted, there's no need to rush. There's plenty of time; he can do whatever makes him feel comfortable.

As Nurgle's handpicked gourmand, Mordred not only knows how to eat, but he also knows how to cook. After all, he unified Serenity in the first place just to have a full meal.

Despite its imposing appearance, the Mortarion doesn't actually have much meat. If Guilliman were to eat as much as he wanted, he would probably finish it in no time. The important thing is its Warp essence; this stuff is what makes you feel bloated the most.

Although Mordred is no longer a god, his inherent Greedy Dissolution remain. Eating and being eaten are the most basic laws within him, which is one of the reasons why he had to make Guilliman eat Mortarion.

After all, if he swallowed Little Mo, then what came out wouldn't be Little Mo anymore.

After consuming a series of dishes including hot Hot Pot, pickled cabbage and pork ribs, tender sliced meat, lamb spine, and meatballs Mortarion with sticks, Guilliman finally finished the remains in front of him, his stomach bulging.

"What a satisfying battle! I'm exhausted from eating."

"Shut up. If I hadn't told you this stuff could enhance male virility, I don't believe you could have enjoyed it so much. It's time for us to return to the real world. I can already feel my offspring coming to take me away."

Following Mordred's will, the flesh and blood tissue that covered Damocles rapidly shrank back, the illusory tentacles that enveloped the entire world shattered one by one, and also spat out Guilliman Collapsed on the Ground.

Perhaps because he ate too much, Guilliman is now unable to move easily, Mordred can only carry him away and find a relatively weak gap to squeeze into the Physical World.

Atlas and the Ultramarines, Long Prepared, immediately increased the power of the Chaos Energy Furnace when the magic circle lit up. With a flash of Emerald Lightning, Mordred and Guilliman stepped out of the Dark Gate.

Some were happy, while others were worried. Upon seeing the two return, Luojia let out a sharp scream, pointed at Guilliman's stomach, and asked, "Second Brother, what does this mean?"

"What do you mean? Oh, you mean this? There's a new life inside."

What? You even have a child!