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Powerful bodies collided violently, and the tides of souls Roared wildly.

Guilliman glared angrily. His power was quite simple, no different from that of the gods, but he had not yet mastered it.

Inclusivity and development, order and kingship—the faith of the masses transformed into intense emotions, leading Overlord named Guilliman to descend upon his supreme throne.

This is the essence of Guilliman: a strong identification with the development of order. Anyone or anything included under Guilliman's order becomes his subject.

In layman's terms, Guilliman is like a little blue pill that makes everyone passively busy and working overtime; its power lies not in the individual, but in the collective.

If we follow the Emperor's original vision when creating the Primarch, Guilliman was a ruthless monarch, specifically there to clean up his messes when he ran away.

After all, there are a total of 21 Primarch, covering everything from governing the empire and waging wars to logistics, technological research and development, civil engineering, and even psychiatrists like Angron.

But the Primarch's stats are definitely enough; they just have different focuses. If they wanted to, they could become all-rounders. After all, even the weak Alpharius is still a Primarch, and he would be an instant kill against a Space Marine Primarch.

The difference between Canned One and a Primarch is greater than the difference between a human and a dog. Even a powerful figure like Sigismund could boast for a lifetime if he could rival Primarch in martial arts.

So don't be fooled by the Primarchs' constant teasing of Guilliman and their nickname for him, "Crispy Blueberry." Guilliman is no pushover; he only ever gets into trouble because he gets carried away.

Look at what Guilliman is fighting: the Primarch Steel Sin Serpent, the reverted Orks the Beast, Mortarion, the Lord of Gloom, and even a fleet bombarding him relentlessly.

In addition, when the Primarchs sparred with each other, everyone was fighting with their bodies faster than their brains, while Guilliman was just thinking nonsense, thinking about things like, "I'll throw a left punch first, then a left kick," and "I'll come up with five backup plans (A, B, C, D, E)," and while he was at it, he wasted another third of his brain capacity thinking about a production improvement plan for a certain sector.

Guilliman definitely mastered multi-threaded thinking, but mastering it isn't important; the worst thing in combat is being distracted.

Admittedly, with Guilliman's information gathering capabilities, he could devise a combat plan against the enemy after a few more battles, but the problem is that the enemy wouldn't give him that chance to think.

This is why Guilliman always seems to get the short end of the stick, and this trait has been passed down to the Ultramarines, making them incredibly Ultramarines. But unlike the slow-reacting Salamanders, these androids think way too fast.

In contrast, there's Koz, Koz acts without thinking, doing whatever comes to mind. Coupled with his passive precognitive abilities, he kills everyone Night Lords.

And this was only during the Great Crusade, an era in which, although the intensity of combat was extremely high, large-scale battles were the main mode of warfare, and all Primarchs were blank ships.

Among the few exceptions, some are universally loved like Sanguinius, others are far removed from the core like Khan, and still others are complete scoundrels like Mordred.

But as the versions changed, all the good brothers evolved one by one, with all sorts of cool skills becoming stronger and stronger. Some, like Luojia, were covered in light and had wings, while others, like Zhuang Sen, were strategic-level time-space droppers.

Even Sisyphus, a pathetic little dwarf who's only 2.5 meters tall, has a bug where he can crouch down with his head in his hands to reduce his presence.

A divine skill.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Soul Drinkers are all 2.2 meters tall (Primaris Conversion), and their physical abilities are weaker than other legions. Apart from their extremely low presence, they are basically the weakest legion. However, they are good at a little bit of everything, and most importantly, they are incredibly prolific! Like a litter of rabbits.

Moreover, the gap in individual soldier quality is not significant. In fact, due to their low profile, they can inexplicably appear in various strange and unusual places and then open fire on you.

The Dark Angels's Bolter can kill, and so can the Soul Drinkers's Bolter. But by the time you realize there are Soul Drinkers around, these gray- Paint Scheme cloaked cockroaches will already be everywhere.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the fact that having a big butt is good for childbirth has always been the foundation of Ultramarines' identity. With all his brothers getting updated, Guilliman felt a strange sense of crisis.

In a corner unseen by anyone, Guilliman also began his struggle, but unfortunately, his unparalleled sluggishness was completely beyond saving; he couldn't even find his phone number when the Chaos God tried to call him.

But none of that matters. After logging in with a different account, Guilliman, who had experienced the allure of numerical values, had an epiphany and, under the Khorne Rambo, unlocked his extraordinary wisdom.

My power doesn't lie in myself; I am the only noble fusion material in the world, so why would I need to struggle?

Forget about "yours" and "mine." When I, Guilliman, am out in the world, I rely on having many brothers. As long as I borrow the strength of my good brothers, it's the same as having the strength of all my brothers. Wouldn't I Invincible Under Heaven then?

Despite Mordred's repeated rejections of Guilliman when she approached him, saying things like "I'm delicate and frail, I can't fit all of you in here," and even asking Mordred for favors, he still managed to play the victim at the end, saying, "You've really made my life miserable."

But in reality, this guy had trained countless times behind the scenes. Rambo, such a strong dog, was almost completely drained by Guilliman.

Driven by the Beast instincts brought by Zhuang Sen, Guilliman, as the main pilot, unleashed a punch. Fel Energy flames covered his two strong arms, instantly transforming them into two chitinous bone blades that shimmered with Decomposition Field. A dark gauze robe, shimmering with starlight, covered his skin, making Guilliman sway like a gentle breeze.

"Hahaha, cunning lion, raging dragon, nimble rabbit, I, Guilliman, have everything I need now."

Daemon, tremble before my mighty power! Trinity, Hell God of War, cry!

But Saffrin is no ordinary being. The former Bloodthirster Skarbrand, now Saffrin the Lord of Devouring Abyss, has sat alone on the Black Glaze Throne for ten thousand years with the power of a single demon. He is simply a red-skinned behemoth among Daemon!

"What the hell are you babbling about? I don't understand a word you say! Eat my Lion Slash's Kiya!"

Shouting out the name of the attack is an essential part of the experience. On one side is Kilimod El Zhenxibo, the Hell God of War has merged with the three Primarchs, and on the other side is Shaflin, the Daemon king of Ashen Herald wields Saffrin.

Saffrin leaped high into the air, brandishing his sharp blade. With the posture of a war god leaping, he slashed down from mid-air. The wind followed the dragon, and the clouds followed the tiger. This single strike caused strange phenomena in the heavens and earth, with thunderous green lightning booming.

"Sizzle"

As their weapons clashed, bursts of lightning erupted. Saffrin, wielding his divine weapon, launched a frenzied attack, each strike stronger and more ferocious than the last, and he even began repeating the Lion Slash.

Guilliman was equally formidable, his pair of bone blades wielding with ferocious power, repelling every attack Saffrin launched. Only the splattering blood and flesh indicated that this was a life-or-death struggle.

"Too slow, too slow, your knife isn't fast enough."

"That's a sword!"

"Got you!" ×2

With just a rebuttal, Guilliman seized the opportunity. A flash of Grassland Illusion appeared, and Guilliman vanished instantly. He immediately activated Prairie Walker and unleashed Mordred's signature move. "Lightning Cyclone Slash!"

"Lightning Cyclone Slash!"

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Their eyes met. Guilliman stared at Saffrin, who should have been the one Guilliman Flash Backstab, but instead appeared in the same spot where Guilliman had just stood. Guilliman paused for a moment, then launched another ferocious slash. "Despicable!"

How dare you say that to me?

Ashen Herald is Mordred's weapon, an artifact formed from the support of his ascension to godhood, and Saffrin, being a true Legion Demon, can certainly use this blade to unleash Mordred's techniques.

Seeing that they were both taught by the same master and couldn't break each other's moves, the two immediately began the most bloody and savage exchange of blows, attacking without defending, and whoever retreated first would die.

"That's right, that's exactly it! Guilliman, go all out! As long as you can drink blood, you'll have endless energy!"

"Right, there are four of us now. Four against one, how could we not beat him? We can wear him down!"

"Go for it, Guilliman."

With his brothers' blessing, Guilliman no longer hesitated and continued to draw upon their power. His bone blade became even more ferocious and sharp, and he even cleverly transformed his left arm into a bone shield, mimicking Dorn's shield-wielding skills.

Guilliman's speed was undeniably fast, and Saffrin's slashes were undeniably powerful. Even the Space Marine couldn't see their movements clearly, only two red and blue orbs of light colliding back and forth.

The battle between the two unparalleled experts was extremely poor to watch; there were no fancy moves, only a clash of extreme brute force, and most importantly, it was impossible to see clearly.

But as time went on, Guilliman realized something was wrong: he could heal himself by killing people with the Mordred plugin, but the opponent could also heal.

Saffrin, wielding Ashen Herald, holds the key to this demonic realm. He is not fighting this Daemon, but the entire world.

However, no matter how much health is restored, there will always be some loss. Although Guilliman came in his original form, Zhuang Sen, Sisyphus, and Mordred did not; they were transmitted wirelessly, while their original forms were lying dead in the Imperial Palace of Terra.

Moreover, they are using the Emperor's base station. Even if the three brothers are drained, they are not afraid. They can still drain the Emperor. With the size of the Emperor, he can even withstand the entire Demon Realm on his own without fear.

With this ebb and flow, there will eventually come a day when Saffrin will be worn down. In any case, the advantage lies with us.

"War! Today, I, Guilliman, will single-handedly destroy the entire world!"

While Guilliman and Saffrin were hacking at each other with their swords, frantically depleting the Fel Energy reserves of this demonic realm, two unfortunate brothers far away in the Serenity were also troubled by the same Fel Energy shortage.

However, they weren't trying to consume Fel Energy, but rather to acquire more Fel Energy, or more precisely, Chaos Energy Crystal free of any impurities.

Ever since Trazyn's chance encounter with Zalasus on the Serenity commercial street, he hasn't left that street, spending five whole years there, consuming Chaos Energy Crystal every day.

After spending five whole years Chaos Energy Crystal and earning a huge amount of foreign exchange for Serenity, these two unreliable Necron Overlord ended up losing all their crystals due to the black market.

"Ah~ Zalasus, do you have any more stock?"

"That's it. We ate the last crystal last week. And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Zalasus, call me Zalasus, the Unnamable!"

"What am I going to do? I feel like I'm going to grow a brain. You've left me without any crystals at the last minute. I feel like there are countless ants crawling all over me."

Because these two Necrons creatures were disguised as Mechanicus, their whispering while squatting on the curb didn't attract any attention. In fact, one time they even got carried away and helped the Dog-men Riot Squad capture a Hive Tyrant that had somehow infiltrated the Serenity Hive.

Because of this incident, not only were they not suspected, but they were also put on the whitelist and became unofficial members of the Riot Squad, receiving 300 Gold Dog Coins and a Good Citizen banner.

Looking at Trazyn, who was increasingly resembling a Serenity local, Zalasus, squatting on the curb, said with the air of someone who had been there, "This is normal. Once you get past this stage, you won't have such strong reactions anymore."

Trazyn knew he was not normal, and he knew the strong corrupting effects of Fel Energy. He even knew that excessive Fel Energy consumption would turn him into a fool.

Chaos Energy Crystal are a precious treasure to Atlas and a highly controlled resource for the Imperium; each crystal is forged in Chaos Energy Furnace.

After Atlas was reorganized, Mordred conducted a comprehensive review of the Legion's development history and concluded that Atlas's monopolistic distribution-based Mutual Economic Confederation system was unsustainable.

During the Great Crusade, with the bottomless pit of Webway Project, Mordred, as the logistics manager, had to keep all resources firmly in her own hands.

Then, while ensuring the construction of the Webway, he had to divide the remaining resources into several parts and make sure everyone was fed, so Mordred was particularly greedy at that time.

To ensure that not a single drop of limited resources was wasted, Atlas and other legions reached an agreement similar to the Soviet Union's Council for Mutual Economic Assistance (CME), and completely monopolized these resources.

The general situation is a four-pronged policy that guarantees allocation, production, tasks, and construction.

In other words, you're in a specialized field. If you're working with Atlas, just do your job well. Do whatever your big brother tells you to do, and don't worry about anything else. Plus, you'll never be taken advantage of.

Take Barbarus as an example. Under the management of the Death Guard, most of the surrounding star sectors are Agri World. So you can just grow your food and I'll buy it no matter how much you produce.

They were then transported through a series of transport forces, including Rogue Trader who cooperated with Atlas, bringing with them daily necessities, weapons, ammunition, and various other equipment.

As for those whose home planets cannot grow food, there is no need to worry. Atlas will tailor a suitable development path for them and rely on its powerful resource delivery capabilities to terraform the planets.

As for those who know nothing but how to fight, that's easy to handle. You can just focus on attacking the Xenos on the front lines and recover all the captured supplies.

Even scrap metal and junk are taken, and a logistics world is built based on the location and Warp routes. There are no middlemen taking a cut, and cash is returned on the spot. This is used as a base to lay out a shipping network covering the entire empire.

Furthermore, during the Great Crusade, resource output is unlimited, and the speed of conquest is many times faster than the speed of construction. Although Mordred is a bit greedy, demanding 95 out of 100 gold, as long as the expedition continues, everyone can have plenty to eat.

This is why, even though the war has only lasted about 200 years, the current empire's territory is a full quarter larger than in the main Timeline —because the Great Crusade really does bring wealth!

In this era where humans are more terrifying than Xenos, the Imperials' fighting spirit has been pushed to its limit. No matter who you are, even a worthless Scavengers, as long as you can join the Great Crusade, this madly Roared war machine, a bright future is no longer a fantasy.

Another advantage of doing this is that if a legion rebels, Atlas can immediately use the "cut off supplies" tactic to wear down the enemy through resource warfare.

Now that we've covered the benefits, what are the costs? There can't be no costs at all, can there?

Of course, there are costs involved. The cost is that once the Great Crusade stops, this model will shrink, which is not conducive to long-term development and may even collapse instantly.

Although Mordred constantly mocked the Emperor as a gambling addict, wasn't he a gambling addict himself? He firmly believed that he Invincible Under Heaven and that the Four Merchants were idiots who couldn't do anything to him.

The Webway Project is a gamble, but I can make it succeed. Once the Webway Project succeeds, this bottomless pit of funds can be used to support the construction of the empire.

Going all in is a sign of wisdom; if not now, when?

The result of this was predictable. There is no such thing as undeserved favor. All good things come with a price tag. He went all in, the Emperor went all in, the Four Merchants went all in, Black Skins went all in, and even the will of the Warp got involved.

The Four Merchants caused internal strife in the Empire by reversing the collision of two Timeline, and then emptied their coffers to pour all their wealth into Mordred, hoping to use it as an anchor to destabilize Atlas, which was spread throughout the Empire.

The impact of Atlas's disappearance was many times greater than that of the Great Heresy. The entire empire's transportation and economic system collapsed, most legions lost their logistical capabilities, and some worlds even experienced widespread famine.

Military, economy, people's livelihood, and technology all regressed by a century overnight. Various professional equipment was left unmaintained, and even Emperor, who were capable of shouldering great responsibilities, were now sitting on toilets.

Without the blood vessels that transport nutrients to organs, what good are even the strongest organs? The dangers of overexpansion became immediately apparent; the empire simply lacked the capacity to manage such a vast territory and could only succumb to daily counterinsurgency warfare.

So when Legion started, Mordred, who was playing the second playthrough, became smarter and delegated all the functions one by one, allowing each Legion to be as self-sufficient as possible.

It's a bit slow, but it's resilient to risks. It's not like if one person dies, everyone will starve. As for the issue of rebellion, we don't care. As long as the core base remains intact, that's better than anything else.

After scattering what Atlas had once held tightly in his hands, Atlas remained Atlas, but his core industries began to shift, the most important of which was Chaos Energy Crystal.

As a special energy distinct from Psychic Power, Fel Energy has an extremely wide range of applications. Trace amounts of Fel Energy can be used in conjunction with combat potions to enhance the user's combat capabilities. It can also be used to forge weapons and create enchanted weapons, and to counteract the pollution of the Warp through a "fight fire with fire" approach.

Especially now that the Great Rift has unfolded and humanity is rushing towards becoming a Psychic Power race, Chaos Energy Crystal have become extremely precious controlled resources, and can also be used to cultivate stable Psyker.

Crystals were even distributed to the Legiones Astartes to ensure that Astartes' combat power was not affected by Chaos. As for the negligible cost, as long as they were not overused, being able to complete the mission and survive was more important than anything else.

When you are powerless against the Chaos Daemons, even if you know that this little green thing is poisonous, you will still choose to fight to the death. Even if you ingest too much and become Aberrant, you can still drag your enemy down with you.

The people of the Empire are not afraid of death; what they fear is that death is meaningless and that their souls cannot return to the Golden Throne.

In this situation, Atlas didn't even have enough Chaos Energy Crystal for themselves, so much so that some Atlas had fully embraced Fel Energy needed to have their blood drawn regularly to artificially produce crystals. The Imperial Palace was filled with thick smoke every day as people were drawing blood from the Emperor's groin.

The two Necron Overlord used crystal shards of extremely low purity, which were counterfeit products made by unscrupulous Dog-men through secondary recycling and refining of furnace ash, and then sold at high prices on the black market. In this respect, the dogs were more unethical than the other, and even added chemicals to them.

"No, I must have a soul again. That feeling is so wonderful, being able to feel real warmth and the fragrance of flowers, instead of the false signals simulated by the Logic Core."

Zalasus understood Trazyn's feelings. Once the true emotions called the soul were touched, returning to that deathly coldness would drive those beautiful memories mad like poison.

Perhaps because he was the first Necron to discover the wonders of Fel Energy, Zalasus had already surpassed this stage of Taraxin, and a faint flame called the soul had begun to flicker within him.

Although it was incomplete and as weak as a small candle flame compared to the overlord-level Necrons body, it was still there; he could sense Trazyn's longing.

"Brother, don't worry. The turning point in the history of the Necron race is in our hands. Then, when we regain our souls, we will be the pioneers of the entire race, far superior to that idiot Szarekh."

I know of a place where there are absolutely high-purity Chaos Energy Crystal, enough for the two of us to regain our souls.

"Oh, is that the place you're talking about?"

"That's right! It's Atlas's flagship, the Abomination. Shall we steal that ship?"

"Good, that suits me perfectly! But as far as I know, all of Atlas's Chaos Energy Furnace are on ships, the largest one being on Terra. Why don't we go steal that one?"

That one will not only satisfy both of our needs, but I'll also bring Orikan along. This time, I'll make him weep at my feet."

Their eyes met, and looking at Trazyn, who was starting to turn into a silly goose, Zalasus, who was also no longer as bright due to consuming too much Fel Energy, slapped him across the face. "You mean, you want me to fight the Emperor?"

"Me? Or you?"

"Then let's steal the boat!"

"Let's go, let's act immediately!"