Eternal Power!

Guilliman's eyes narrowed, his mind made up, and he spoke in a deep voice to the system in his mind:

"System, consume 500,000 Governance Points to exchange for the immortality ability of <Invincible> Cosmic Immortal."

[Host command detected. Confirmation of exchanging for immortality ability. Required Governance Points: 500,000. Host currently has sufficient Governance Points. Confirm exchange?]

The system's cold, mechanical voice sounded precisely on time.

"Redemption confirmed, no further reminder required."

Guilliman's tone was resolute; he was determined to obtain such an incredible Immortality Power.

[Exchange order confirmed. 500,000 Governance Points deducted. Remaining Governance Points have been updated. The Immortal's ability is drawing upon the power of the rules of the higher-dimensional material world.]

The conversion process will adapt to the host, Vitruum human body. The conversion is expected to take 3 seconds.

The moment the mechanical sound faded, the space around Guilliman slightly distorted.

The next second, a clear and transparent blue ball of light appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The ball of light was dreamlike and ethereal, with boundless vitality and an extremely orderly power slowly rippling within it, serene yet exuding a formidable pressure.

Guilliman's gaze darkened slightly as the system's voice sounded again.

The core of the Immortal's power is the blessing of higher dimensions, which is essentially the imprint of life rules descended by higher-dimensional beings. It is not Warp energy, but the power of the rules of the pure material world.

It has completed the adaptation to the host's body and can be directly fused. After fusion, it will fully inherit all characteristics such as immortality, basic physical enhancement, and flight.

Furthermore, it will trigger a "the stronger the host, the stronger the amplification" bonus based on the host's current base strength.

"The adaptation of the power of rules to Vitruum's body has saved a lot of trouble," Guilliman muttered to himself.

His gaze fell on the blue ball of light without the slightest hesitation.

[Fusion Prompt: Fusion will be completed simply by touching the orb of light. There will be no rejection reaction during the fusion process, and the rules of life will be directly imprinted on the host's life essence, irreversibly.]

Guilliman stepped forward slowly, extending his large hand.

He firmly grasped the blue halo, and the moment his fingertips touched it, he felt a gentle yet extremely penetrating power spread through his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the blue halo vanished, turning into countless tiny blue fragments.

The blue light seeped wildly through his muscles and veins, rapidly merging with his flesh, bones, and soul!

A terrifying aura began to emanate!

That is the power of order, a kind of eternal order that shouldn't exist in the pure Material Universe!

The entire space seemed to be trembling, the entire Material Universe was trembling, and the world was cheering for the arrival of a new god!

Malakim Phoros, the Lamenters, was a powerful figure with the blood of Blood Angels flowing through his veins and was once known as the "King of Destroyer Lord."

His face was filled with sorrow; he should have perished along with the Chapter in the massacre unleashed by the traitor Nurgle.

It was Guilliman who saved them, along with that excellent Ultramarines Malum Marum Kaido.

Kaido perfectly inherited the integrity and order of his Primarch, and his strength is beyond description.

Seeing Malakim's furrowed brow, he patted the man's shoulder and asked with concern, "What are you worried about, brother? My Primarch will be here to see you soon. Believe me, my Primarch is the best human being in the world, bar none."

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't mean to appear vulnerable."

Malakim's voice was low and filled with helplessness, "My Chapter has never suffered such a calamity before. The entire Lamenters now has only 80 members left."

"Although they have all recovered with the help of your Ultramarines Legion, we have lost everything; even our warships have been destroyed."

"Don't worry, brother. If you need a warship, Ultramar will build one for you."

Kaido reassured them, "We don't lack these things now; it's just that you can't obtain a faster-than-light engine."

"That is a gift from the Emperor. I wouldn't dare to dream of such a magnificent warship before I've created enough value for the Emperor." Malakim smiled.

He had seen the Ultramarines ' warships, which could travel faster than the speed of light in Warp.

Although there are no concepts of space and time in the Warp, the concept of speed does exist.

Even the most bizarre places have their own unique characteristics.

With the combined power of the Warp Engine and the faster-than-light engine, the Ultramarines ' warship will quickly pass through the Great Rift.

Heading at full speed towards Terra.

"Relax, brothers, you are loyal warriors." Kaido said firmly, "My father was always tolerant and loving towards loyal warriors."

He has already prepared a dinner for you, and even developed a special dish for you.

Kaido added, "That was a dish that my father personally developed and prepared."

Honestly, I genuinely envy you in this respect.

Kaido chuckled. "Go ahead and try it, brother. We've already prepared a formal suit for you."

With that, Kaido took out a platinum-colored tuxedo and gave it to Malakim.

Malakim smiled helplessly; he hadn't had a proper bath in a long time.

He had just experienced the wonderful sensation of the Roman thermal baths.

He and Kaido were completely honest with each other, and the two burly men, each standing 2.3 meters tall, lay in the pool, scrubbing each other's backs.

He marveled at Kaido's incredibly strong and perfect physique.

Kaido remarked that all the wounds on his body were scars of honor.

Now he washes away all the filth, just to put on his finest attire.

This is solely to express my sincerest gratitude to Roboute Guilliman, the Ultramarines and King of Ultramar.

Wearing the silk-like gown, Malakim had never felt so comfortable.

As for the banquet Kaido mentioned, Malakim had no expectations.

This group of people, suffering from Red Thirst, could hardly taste the flavors in their food.

No matter how sumptuous the food is for ordinary people, it cannot make them feel the deliciousness.

Moreover, in order to control their Red Thirst, they generally don't put much effort into their diet.

What I usually eat are the most tasteless nutritional pastes.

Malakim walked forward, with several Chapter members following behind him.

But as he walked, Malakim smelled the aroma of food in the air.

He first squinted, marveling at the exquisite food served to the Ultramarines.

But then, he and the Lamenters behind him found themselves unable to move.

What does it taste like?

It is full of power, and full of temptation.

They seemed eager to stuff the delicious food, which smelled so good, into their mouths.

Malakim could feel his body's instinctive cravings, just like when he was Red Thirst.

Damn it, how could this happen?

How could I experience symptoms similar to Red Thirst under these circumstances?

I'm about to have an audience with Roboute Guilliman, the leader of the Ultramarines. How could I possibly behave so rudely?

Malakim inwardly despised himself.

He usually has a good resistance to Red Thirst, so I never expected him to lose his composure at a time like this.

But then he realized something was wrong; he heard heavy breathing behind him.

The Lamenters crowd was also trying to smell the aroma of food in the air.

Every face bore the mark of fascination and longing.

Malakim seemed somewhat confused.

Wait, how did even my brothers turn out like this?

What kind of food did Lord Guilliman prepare?

Malakim and the Lamenters behind him quickened their pace involuntarily.

They couldn't wait; their bodies instinctively anticipated what the food might be.

On the empty deck, more and more Lamenters.

The remaining 82 Lamenters all gathered together.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the steel corridor as they quickened their pace.

It was like a Space Marines walking Olympics.

They ran at an astonishing speed toward the restaurant deep in the corridor.