Today I'll Show You What a Battle Son Is

Well, the two of them have started a tug-of-war.

One was stubbornly persistent, the other chose silence as golden.

Even romantic couples would fight over this, let alone a ruler and his subject, father and son?

"Who said your original group of kids are giving up?"

Guilliman retorted irritably, "Isn't that what our old man said? Why don't you go and save him yourself?"

"Even if you can't save us, can't you at least look at us? If we twenty-odd brothers pool our wisdom, aren't we better than an Emperor?"

"He just had to be so stubborn, and now look what's happened, he's making a fuss again."

"Get your effeminate act out right now! Do you believe I'll castrate your entire family and make them eunuchs?!"

Emperor:...

Magnus: "I think I only have one elder?"

Emperor: "Shut up!"

"I can tell you, your descendants can be saved."

Guilliman then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious, "We just need to think of some solutions, use our brains."

"Once they are saved, the Flesh Change can also be improved."

Then Guilliman pointed directly to the Emperor, the meaning of which was clear—this Master of Mankind, the fifth Chaos Gods, is right here.

"Tzeentch's little tricks are useless."

Magnus also admitted it.

The stubbornness I had just managed to muster was completely disrupted, and I didn't know how to unleash it.

He looked at Guilliman, a hint of longing in his eyes that he himself didn't even realize, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it really possible? My children, can they really all come back, have their bodies again, and walk freely in the material world once more?"

"Sure."

Guilliman curled his lip, a hint of barely perceptible smugness in his tone, "Don't forget, I have an envoy from the Eldar here. At the very least, I do have some special methods."

This guy in front of me is supposedly the best at Psionic Energy among the Primarch, but somehow he's terrible at everything except being incredibly stubborn.

"No! We won't accept it! We, the Grey Knights, can't accept it!"

Voldus shouted at that moment.

His eyes were now bloodshot.

If any of the Grey Knights were in their shoes, they would have faced the same situation.

From birth, they are selected and implanted with Gene-seed. For hundreds of years afterward, all their education tells them to hate demons and to hate the traitors of the Imperium.

In particular, one must hate the Primarch of Chaos, who is both a demon and a traitor.

So, the culprit that caused the collapse of the monarchy and the downfall of the Imperium was their Gene-Father?

The impact on the soul is like being under the national flag, growing up in the sunshine.

He curses the Japanese all day long, watches anti-Japanese war dramas to relieve stress, and only watches high-quality Japanese and Korean films at night.

Then one day, someone tells you that you are actually Japanese.

Tell me, which Chinese person wouldn't be anxious?

Even when insulting an enemy, one must consider whether calling them Japanese would be an insult to the word.

Guilliman's expression darkened instantly upon seeing Voldus' condition, the surging Psionic Energy emanating from him, and the turbulence in the surrounding Warp.

Holy crap, you're thinking of betraying us?!

I haven't even dealt with this traitor on my side yet, and you want to be a traitor yourself? Or do you want to indulge in some corruption?

Guilliman moved.

His arm was bent high, and he swung it fiercely, creating a gust of wind that tore through the air, which landed hard on Voldus's face.

With a muffled thud, Voldus was sent flying!

"How can a child speak to their elders like that?"

Guilliman roared.

"He may have made a thousand mistakes, but he's still your father!"

"You talk to your father like that?!"

"Which drop of your blood doesn't bear his mark?"

"With all your skills now, didn't you rely on him?"

"What? You've forgotten your parents after you've eaten your fill! Huh! You dare to talk about betrayal, and you want to engage in corruption?"

"What the hell are you going to do with corruption in front of two Psionic Energy and the Chaos Gods Primarch?!"

Guilliman scooped up Voldus and slapped him hard across the buttocks.

The Terminator Armour, made of Ceramite and blessed with countless Psionic Energy, was utterly meaningless under Guilliman's overwhelming Material Universe power.

The terrifying force of the shockwaves slammed into Voldus's buttocks one after another.

Voldus instantly lost his temper and completely lost interest in engaging in any corrupt practices.

He's over 700 years old!

How can you let someone spank you in public?!

If converted to an ordinary person's age, he could be a child's great-great...

He's always the one hitting others; no one ever hits him.

But after glancing at the Emperor out of the corner of his eye, he instantly abandoned the idea of resisting.

His eyes, which had been bloodshot with excitement, suddenly became crystal clear!

Stop fooling around.

If this person in front of us really gets pushed too far, we'll be facing the wrath of the Fifth Chaos Gods.

Isn't it obvious who this most favored son is?

Only the King of Macragge is fit for this throne!

Horus: I'll fuck your grandpa!!

Voldus dared not resist; he still wanted to live to see the revival of humanity.

"My lord! I'm so sorry! My lord! I was just too excited!"

Voldus hurriedly apologized, his voice filled with barely concealed shame, even though the way he was being held in someone's arms was embarrassing enough.

Magnus also suddenly stood up.

He was so excited he could hardly contain himself!

The outstanding warrior before me is actually his genetic offspring!

I love it no matter how I look at it!

Powerful Psionic Energy energy, an indomitable will of steel!

He truly is my son!

But seeing his own brother spanking his son right in front of him, he was anxious and worried.

He hasn't even had a chance to properly appreciate it yet!

What if you break it?

But Guilliman completely ignored him.

Damn it, I worked so hard yesterday, I just tore the Greater Daemon apart, and today I wiped out the Chaos Warband!

Can't you guys just give me a break?

"Why should you apologize to me!"

Guilliman's voice boomed like thunder, but his hand didn't stop slapping. "Your father is right in front of you! No matter how wrong he is, doesn't he deserve for you to call him 'father'?"

Voldus stiffened his neck, his lips pressed into a straight line.

That was the only thing he couldn't agree to.

But Guilliman was so exasperated by his stubborn and unyielding attitude that he couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey! I'll get you!"

As he spoke, he drew his super alloy belt!

"No! Brother! Brother! It can't be that bad!"

Magnus rushed forward, trying to shield Voldus behind him, "This child is still young! He's disobedient and doesn't want to call me 'Dad,' so he won't!"

"Get lost!"

"You dare come any closer? I'll whip you too!"

Guilliman's roar shook the walls of the cell.

You're so arrogant every day!

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to draw the Emperor's Sword from his waist!

A terrifying Psionic Energy flame erupted from the sword sheath, causing the temperature in the entire cell to rise rapidly!

The Emperor was startled, and cursed inwardly.

Holy shit!

I finally managed to find a Primarch!

You'd better delete my account!

The Emperor hurriedly moved his Psionic Energy avatar, trying to block Guilliman's path.

But Guilliman merely glanced at him coldly and cursed, "You're like a rotten tree, aren't you?"

"If you come in person, I'll back down on the spot!"

"Bring an avatar to make up the numbers!"

"Just you wait and see if I don't hit you today!"

"Fuck your father! Today I'll show you where the 'war' in Zhanzi's name comes from!!"