You're No Longer Human!

The Emperor was taken aback.

He was genuinely stunned.

Horus back then was a formidable figure who, with the full support of the four gods, led half the Imperium's rebel army to storm Terra.

Even Horus, when he swung his sword at him, didn't utter such arrogant and disrespectful words. Instead, he said, "If you cannot make humanity great again, then let the Milky Way burn!"

He knew very well that after the thirteenth prince had been asleep for ten thousand years, upon waking up and witnessing the devastation of the Imperium, he must have been filled with resentment, and it was only natural that his temperament would change drastically.

But this posture clearly indicates he's about to defecate!

Hitting his younger brother is one thing, after all, Magnus did deserve to be hit.

But you won't even spare me, your father who gave you life, raised you, and toiled for humanity for countless years?

Deep within the Emperor's Psionic Energy consciousness, a folk song he had once heard by chance in those distant years, twenty thousand years ago, suddenly resonated.

"My dearest father, the one I love most..."

The melody was melodious, but at that moment it only made the Emperor's heart clench.

He finally understood!

This kid in front of me can no longer be considered human.

On a spiritual and moral level, he is nothing but a beast who knows no fear!

The Emperor roared inwardly: This guy is no longer human, not in spirit or morality!

Guilliman, however, held his neck stiff and chest ramrod straight, his voice so loud it made the Psionic Energy barrier on the top of the cell vibrate.

"I am the emperor!!"

The Emperor glanced instinctively at Magnus, who was retreating in fear at Guilliman's belt.

It's fine.

Anyway, with the Primarch's powerful physique, he wouldn't die even if he got beaten up.

Having figured this out, the Emperor acted decisively, silently shifting his feet to the side to clear the way for Magnus.

He stood still again, his golden Psionic Energy avatar standing tall and motionless like a giant golden ceremonial statue.

Anyway, for the past ten thousand years, he's been doing pretty much the same thing while sitting on the Golden Throne.

Not bad, not bad.

Magnus stared at the Emperor in astonishment, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief.

He had only one thought in his mind: I shouldn't have believed that you had even a shred of fatherly love!

The Emperor seemed to see through his thoughts, and expressionlessly transmitted a sentence using Psionic Energy: As you think, I am not human.

Magnus instantly bristled, his red skin practically radiating fire. "Then you're a god, you bastard!"

The Emperor's face flushed red, his Psionic Energy fluctuations instantly became violent, and even the golden light carried a hint of anger. "Fuck your mother!"

Magnus suddenly gave up, his tone laced with a touch of cynicism. "Fine, go ahead, I want to see my recruitment animation too."

Guilliman watched from the side, his eyelids twitching.

These two, father and son, really don't respect him, the busy "warrior"!

Can you please put some effort into this?

Can't we at least show him the slightest bit of respect for this Lord and Lord Regent Ultramar, who has devoted so much to the Imperium?

Guilliman was so angry he laughed.

He didn't waste any words with those two clowns. With a powerful kick that tore through the air, he slammed his foot into Magnus's stomach.

With a muffled thud, Magnus's massive body was kicked away like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the alloy wall of the cell, causing a section of the wall to dent.

Before Magnus could get up, Guilliman had already rushed forward, raising the superalloy belt in his hand.

Start spinning the red Ogryn top in place!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The red top was whipped around on the ground, and Magnus had never felt such a gentle, satisfying blow!

Voldus:???

Magnus:???

Deep within the Warp, in Khorne's bloody palace, the Blood God, who was wildly hacking and slashing with his giant axe, suddenly stopped.

Excitement blazed from his crimson eyes, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the Warp: Awesome!!!

I initially thought it was just an uncle beating his nephew, but it turns out there was even a fight between brothers!

What a pleasant surprise!

"Wait! Bro!"

Magnus, howling in pain, struggled to lift his head, his face full of confusion and grievance. "Wasn't he supposed to be hitting my son? Why is he suddenly coming at me?"

Guilliman gave an awkward laugh, muttering, "Well, I'm an elder, after all, I'm really sorry to actually hit a kid."

"Bear with it, I'll hit you harder. Maybe seeing your miserable state will awaken his fatherly love."

God's fatherly love!

I'm his father!

It's time to awaken my fatherly love!

Magnus cursed Guilliman's ancestors in his mind and wanted to shout those words out loud.

But before he could speak, Guilliman slapped his mouth shut, making sure he couldn't make a sound.

Everything was for the sake of the Primarch's majesty.

Guilliman's explanation was: it was definitely not because he wanted to shut him up, but simply to maintain the Primarch's authority.

"Slap! Slap!"

After taking a few more blows, Magnus finally resigned himself to his fate.

He simply lay down on the ground, limbs outstretched, looking like a dead red-skinned pig, letting Guilliman whip him.

He even comforted himself in his heart: Smoke, smoke as much as you want, please don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower.

Deep down, he thought Guilliman had actually done a good job of whipping him.

From the moment he was awakened by Guilliman and began to back down, to the time Guilliman dragged him back to recall those long-buried memories, he had always felt that he had done too many wrong things.

He was a man who deserved to die, and he was always filled with intense guilt, but he had nowhere to vent it.

At this moment, he was being severely beaten by the brother he had once betrayed.

A sense of relief actually rose in Magnus's heart.

This, to some extent, alleviated some of his guilt.

Voldus stood to the side, watching his Gene-Father lie on the ground with his eyes closed, like a dead red pig being whipped. His throat moved involuntarily, and he swallowed hard.

That's his Gene-Father, after all.

The moment the Emperor himself admitted it, he could clearly feel the Gene-seed within his body trembling uncontrollably.

That was a resonance originating from the depths of one's bloodline.

Every genetic offspring will, from the bottom of their heart, want to follow their Gene-Father.

Unless that Gene-Father is truly rotten to the core, causing his offspring to be disappointed time and time again.

You're right, aren't you, Fulgrim?

Inside the Palace of Slaanesh, far away in the Warp.

As Fulgrim was being carefully stitched together by Slaanesh's favorites, he seemed to suddenly hear someone calling his name from behind.

His face, which had been contorted with pain, instantly became ferocious, emitting a sharp, soul-tearing explosion.

The voice, filled with endless resentment and bitterness, echoed in Slaanesh's palace, which was filled with decadent music.

The surrounding demons instinctively stopped what they were doing, their faces showing fear.