Silence Falls Once More

The Emperor's voice was incredibly domineering.

At this moment, his aura was no longer concealed and was finally revealed.

Emperor- level cultivation!

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent once again.

The Emperor, clad in golden armor, his black hair flowing, exuded unparalleled majesty, awe-inspiring the entire scene!

Suddenly, he recited. "Early I knew the world was hard, yet I still left behind wise plans to protect it."

"I foresaw this ending ten thousand years ago."

"I drifted and struggled in the Warp, and finally glimpsed a ray of hope."

The Emperor's aura grew stronger and stronger.

The Master of Mankind's cultivation suddenly erupted, causing Guilliman, Magnus, and Voldus in the distance to have their clothes fluttering.

Especially on Guilliman, the cloak made of the flesh and skin of the Bloodthirster Skarbrand of Khorne was blowing wildly.

"I gather the light of humanity's eternal hope."

"All I need to do is inject a portion of the light into Magnus's body at this moment."

"He will surely create an incomparably bright radiance in the Warp."

"At that time, Diego, as one of my personally appointed Warp sweepers, will definitely be attracted to it."

"We came here following the light."

"At that time, we will explain the situation to him and be able to remove the Magnus Psionic Energy fragment from his mind."

"With this, the Imperium gains another great general!"

The Emperor finished speaking with great passion, his posture casual yet his tone majestic.

He was thinking to himself.

See that, thirteenth brother?

This is my plan!

Were you amazed by the father's strategic planning?

Do you feel a sense of willing submission?

Kneel down right now!

At this moment, the Emperor was extremely confident.

He always used this method to reclaim the Primarch.

This tactic worked ten thousand years ago, and it still works ten thousand years from now!

He believed that with his scheme, his acting skills, and his majesty as the Master of Mankind, he could surely make Guilliman, whose temperament had changed drastically ten thousand years later, submit once again.

There's no way around it, Guilliman is just too strong right now.

The Emperor was a little worried; if he Chaos his mind, he wouldn't be able to defeat his opponent.

Although Guilliman's head is unlikely to Chaos, a supreme being of the material world, even if he wanted to seek refuge in the Warp.

Those four Chaos Gods would also be terrified, thinking that Guilliman wanted to kill them in close combat.

However, it cannot be said that Emperor were timid.

He was terrified after being stabbed by his beloved son Horus ten thousand years ago.

That strike was a critical hit! 999 damage in one hit! It completely annihilated the Imperium of Man!

Guilliman scoffed, thinking to himself:

That cunning old fox is putting on an act again.

Do you think I am an innocent and naive Primarch?

No, no, no, I've read the entire history of Warhammer 40,000, so I know your cunning nature best.

You were already a bastard when you slaughtered the Thunder Warriors ten thousand years ago.

The Thunder Warriors got a bit irritable, and later became emotionally agitated and genetically unstable. Isn't that your fault for modifying them?

To avoid trouble, you ended up getting yourself killed.

Throughout history, Emperor are among the first to kill their meritorious officials after achieving great success!

No matter how the outside world tries to whitewash it, you cannot escape this guilt.

So, thinking that a few words and a clear plan made up on the spot can influence Guilliman is utter nonsense.

"If you were that powerful, you wouldn't have been killed by Horus ten thousand years ago."

Seeing Guilliman's disdainful expression, the Emperor knew his plan had failed.

He said so much in one breath, but it was all for nothing?

The Emperor felt somewhat defeated.

That's not right.

My previous sons were not like this.

Thirteenth Brother, please change back quickly!

Think of Horus, Magnus, and Sanguinius —they were so easily fooled.

Wait, why are there so many "Si" characters in the names of my sons?

Magnus, standing to the side, was completely stunned.

This was the first time he had ever heard Emperor speak so much in one breath, and he was momentarily moved.

He looked at Guilliman, only to see his brother looking at the Emperor with disdain.

"No, buddy, you're even Chaos than me."

"Our father has never said so much in his life, has he?"

What's with that look of disdain on your face?

"So you're really going to usurp the throne, huh? Typical Guilliman!"

"We said you were ambitious ten thousand years ago."

For a moment, Magnus actually felt quite admiring of Guilliman.

After all, he was now part of the rebels, and he actually felt a sense of pride that Guilliman's rebel group had grown so powerful.

"Alright, Old Deng, get to work."

"You've said so much in one breath, you're really something."

"If I hadn't used my qi and blood to suppress you, based on those few moves you just made, I wouldn't be able to keep the Macragge's Honour."

Kingleyman was telling the truth. Our Emperor is, after all, the Fifth Chaos Gods, and his inherent corrupting power is top-notch!

If he were allowed to continue his charade a little longer, the material structure of the Macragge's Honour would change, and it might even be blasted into several small holes by a powerful Psionic Energy shock.

The Emperor sighed helplessly.

His plan backfired.

Never in his entire life has the Master of Mankind suffered such a defeat.

In the past, with his irresistible charm, people would bow down and worship him wherever he went.

As a result, Guilliman's material presence was so strong that even someone with his level of charisma could resist it.

Little did the Emperor know that, in Guilliman's eyes, he was nothing more than a top-tier toy.

Guilliman would glance at the Emperor whenever he wanted to see a beautiful woman.

The next second, lolis, long-legged mature women in black stockings, and high heels can all appear.

It can even conjure up a large, golden weasel, blinking as it asks you:

"Am I more like a human or a god?"

You say it's like a god, and then it gets angry with you.

Guilliman: Oh wow, this ability is actually quite useful.

The Emperor sighed and placed his hand on Magnus.

He could certainly choose to shine on his own.

But the light emanating from the Daemon Prince before them, intertwined with his golden aura, was clearly more striking.

Kaldor Diego will definitely be drawn to it.

This is the survival wisdom he accumulated while fishing on the banks of the Mississippi River 40,000 years ago.

You must use multi-colored bait, otherwise you won't catch any fish.

It's definitely not because he flew the Air Force many times back then.