My Blood

Just then, the Emperor suddenly looked up and stared at Guilliman.

There was a subtle, almost imperceptible urge for help in his eyes.

Guilliman grinned, inwardly cursing that old Deng was indeed incredibly stubborn, refusing to even offer a word of "help".

But then I thought, what can I do? This old man is my father.

Guilliman shook his head helplessly, then raised his hand and untied the Smart Atoms arrangement on his wrist.

He grabbed the Power Sword next to Kaldor and, without hesitation, slashed it fiercely at his own wrist!

Two deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared instantly, and scalding, golden blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Guilliman strode toward Magnus and held his bleeding wrist above his head.

Warm blood dripped onto Magnus's face, seeping into his body through his skin.

It was an indescribable warmth, carrying a terrifyingly powerful force, which perfectly merged with his now half-real, half-ethereal body.

This power belongs to the Material Universe, to humanity, and is so pure that it has no impurities whatsoever!

"This is?"

Magnus looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.

"This is my blood."

Guilliman's voice was calm yet carried an overwhelming confidence:

"It contains the primal power of Vitruum, granting you the ability to fly, and a more powerful physique, just like my Ultramarines."

He paused, a smile playing on his lips. "I believe that with your Primarch, after absorbing my blood, your transformation will be even more perfect than that of my offspring!"

Magnus's eyes welled up with boundless gratitude; he could clearly feel his body undergoing a tremendous transformation!

An indescribable, immense power surged wildly through his limbs and bones, as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart at any moment!

Meanwhile, Kaldor Diego stared intently at his Power Sword, completely dumbfounded.

Holy crap!

Legendary weapon!

How could he not know the significance of legendary weapons?

The Drach'nyen in the hands of the Dark Warrior Abaddon.

It is a legendary weapon stained with the blood of three Primarch, forged by the most powerful demons, and its divine properties are enough to shake the stars!

His Power Sword was no ordinary weapon—forged by a top-tier Tech-Priest, and inscribed with Psionic Energy runes by him personally, it was already among the finest weapons.

But it is ultimately just a weapon, an ordinary object.

But everything changed after Guilliman's blood was spilled on it!

The Smart Atoms in Guilliman's blood surged wildly into the sword, and the Warmaster's Warp Essence rippled among the runes. Blue-gold light suddenly erupted from the sword, flowing as if it were alive!

Kaldor reached out with trembling hands and grasped the Power Sword that shone with a dazzling light.

His intense emotions nearly overwhelmed his reason!

Awesome!

This sword is more than a hundred times stronger than the power brought by the fragments of the Primarch's soul!

With this sword in hand, he remains the strongest demon slayer!

Just look at that blue-gold light, that divine power originating from the blood of the Primarch, it's practically a demon-on-demons scenario!

At that moment, the golden light between heaven and earth suddenly became even more intense!

The Emperor's figure began to become increasingly ethereal, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to vanish at any moment.

He knew that the power of this avatar had been exhausted.

The Emperor looked at Guilliman, the light of hope in his eyes gradually fading, revealing a handsome and majestic face.

This face has not been filled with human emotions like it is now in a long time.

Once the glimmer of hope is stripped away, what remains is a deep-seated weariness.

"I'm counting on you from now on..."

The Emperor's voice was filled with extreme weariness; every word seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

His battle against the Dark King will be even more difficult from now on.

"I thought you'd never say a kind word in your life."

Guilliman smiled helplessly, stepped forward, and patted the Emperor on the shoulder.

In an instant, blue-gold Psionic Energy energy surged out of his body like a tsunami, flowing wildly towards the Emperor's body!

"Keep it up, Old Deng."

Guilliman's voice carried a firm promise, "I will handle everything."

"If my next plan succeeds, you will recover your health and at least be able to speak again."

"And one day, you will truly rise from that damned Golden Throne."

His gaze was intense, filled with unprecedented seriousness. "Not as a Dark King, but as the Master of Mankind, I will once again walk among men."

"Modern humans fondly remember the days ten thousand years ago when you walked the earth, spreading glory."

Guilliman smiled and transferred his Psionic Energy to the Emperor without reservation.

What an immense power that was!

That's the combined Psionic Energy of two Greater Daemon and a Lesser God from the Warp!

This power is enough to replenish all the Emperor's energy expenditure, and may even give him a slight advantage in his battle against the Dark King.

Guilliman himself will likely need a long time to regain this Psionic Energy.

But he didn't care.

It's just psionic Psionic Energy; I can easily make up for it by killing another Greater Daemon!

That old Emperor always liked to shoulder all the burdens himself.

If things go wrong and the Dark King is completely resurrected, then humanity will truly be doomed!

Guilliman didn't dare to gamble.

After all, this is his Imperium!

Moreover, in this Warp, he could roam freely with his physical body alone!

"Bite--!"

The cold, impersonal system notification suddenly exploded in Guilliman's mind.

[Congratulations to the great Lord Regent Guilliman! With unparalleled wisdom and courage, you have saved a legendary Primarch for the Imperium of Man!]

[Congratulations to the great Lord Regent Guilliman! With swift and decisive action, the deadly threat of the Dark King's resurrection has been temporarily eliminated!]

[The Lord Regent wise and mighty! Truly a pillar of the Imperium of Man, a golden beam spanning the seas!]

Listening to the system's barrage of compliments, Guilliman gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

This lousy system is quite good at talking.

Okay, okay, stop praising me.

He rolled his eyes inwardly, his tone slightly impatient, "Just tell me, how much reward will you give me this time!"

[Ding! The combined Governance Points from both events have been tallied, awarding you a total of 1.5 million Governance Points!]

Guilliman's pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

If he had known that conquering the Primarch and the Emperor would yield so many Governance Points, why would he have bothered conquering the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar in the first place?

After more than half a year of hard work, I barely managed to get 700,000 Governance Points!

And now?

With just a few words, a little bloodshed, and a bit of Psionic Energy, a whopping 2.5 million Governance Points were deposited into my account!