This Was All Part of My Plan!
"No... it's impossible..."
In the deep pit, the projection of the Dark Emperor struggled to rise.
He stared intently at the still glaring Black Sword in Guilliman's chest, his voice filled with utter astonishment and incomprehension:
"Why... are you not injured?! Why is the annihilating power of ' The End of All Things '... ineffective against you?!"
"Why?" Guilliman scoffed and stopped hitting him.
He lowered his head, his right hand gripping the blade of the sword still burning with pale flames at his chest.
The movements were not fast, but they conveyed an absolute sense of control.
"It's very simple--"
With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the Black Sword, which represented the culmination of humanity's millennia of despair, steadily and inch by inch from his chest!
There was no gushing blood from the wound, only the blue-gold Smart Atoms light that was constantly being annihilated and reborn, and wisps of foul black aura that were forcibly expelled.
The instant the sword completely detached from his body, Guilliman gripped the hilt and tip with both hands.
Between his ten fingers, azure Smart Atoms surged wildly with a higher-level, silvery-white radiance (Law of Eternity) that seemed to pulsate as if the Material Universe itself were in motion!
"As long as I represent the 'eternal laws,' isn't that enough?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his hands together!
Click--buzz!!!!
A crisp cracking sound, as if the very foundation of the universe had been shaken, erupted simultaneously with a deep hum!
That Black Sword, "The End of All Things," which embodies a portion of the Dark Emperor's essence and contains the power to "end" Primarch- level perfect life.
Between Guilliman's hands, like fragile glass thrown into a black hole, it instantly crumbled and shattered!
The wails of countless tormented faces on the sword abruptly ceased, and the pale, lifeless flames dimmed and extinguished as if doused with cold water!
Immediately afterward, before the fragments of the shattered sword could completely dissipate, they were forcibly captured, compressed, and refined by the silvery-white power of Law of Eternity in Guilliman's palm!
In the span of a single breath, those fragments containing terrifying negative energy were forcibly transformed into streams of pure, attribute-free, and gentle blue-gold Psionic Energy!
Guilliman opened his mouth wide, swallowing the pure Psionic Energy refined from the "Sword of Despair" into his body like a whale!
Refined in an instant!!!
The Psionic Energy surged rapidly toward the horrific penetrating wound in his chest.
The wound healed and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no scar, as if it had never been pierced!
Guilliman exhaled a breath of stale air tinged with a thin layer of black smoke.
He patted his undamaged breastplate, flashed a bright yet icy smile at the dumbfounded Dark Emperor.
"I am the embodiment of immortality."
Although your broken sword can theoretically cause 'conceptual damage' that cannot be healed."
He easily stretched his shoulders, making a crackling sound, "But as long as I refine the sword itself, and then use a massive amount of Psionic Energy to counteract the wound—"
He shrugged. "A mere fatal wound, it will heal in no time!"
He looked up at the golden Psionic Energy field that enveloped the sky and isolated the four gods, and then at the remaining fluctuations of the four gods' will on the ground, which were filled with doubt and uncertainty.
Pointing to the sky, it also seems to point to the ethereal depths of the Warp!
"As for why my father was able to unleash such a surge of Psionic Energy at this moment, sweeping away the 'blessings' of the four of you like trash?"
Guilliman's voice suddenly rose, filled with an arrogant and mocking air of absolute certainty:
"That's because—I knew all along that you four scum wouldn't do anything right!"
"Long before the Emperor helped Magnus complete the transformation, I paid him in advance and transferred all the Psionic Energy energy I had accumulated from devouring those two Greater Daemon!"
He held up two fingers. "Those are two Lesser God- level, pure Warp Essence energies!"
If converted to the number of ordinary Psyker would require sacrifice, it would be more than a hundred thousand!
"The cost of converting a corrupted Primarch?" Guilliman scoffed. "Not only can it be completely recouped, but there will be a large surplus!"
He spread his arms wide, his scarlet cloak fluttering behind him, his posture arrogant and domineering, yet full of compelling wisdom and Farsight.
Do you think I would rush back to Terra unprepared and on a whim?!
"Entrusting this power to the Emperor is the greatest insurance I've set up for this battle!"
Hahahaha!!!
He laughed heartily, his laughter echoing within the golden force field:
"Isn't he handsome?!"
Tell me, wasn't that move of mine awesome?!
I am the supreme grandmaster of the Way of the Commander!
!!!
The Warp was deathly silent.
The will of the four gods seemed to be temporarily paralyzed by this series of schemes and reversals.
"Wh... when..."
Tzeentch's will trembled, filled with the frustration of being "outmaneuvered" by a higher power and a hint of... absurd admiration?
"The Primarch... can... use such... convoluted thinking now?!"
"Is this... the true value of being a ' Grandmaster of the Way of Cool '?"
Slaanesh's will murmured, finding a strange, captivating allure in the arrogant blue-armored figure... a kind of "intelligent charm"?
Guilliman seemed to hear the Whisper, and he smiled faintly.
He reached out and slipped his hand behind Angron was still completely bewildered.
With a "ripping" sound, the half-broken demonic wing blessed by Khorne was torn off!
Then, to Angron's astonishment, Guilliman was holding those blood-soaked, filthy energy-dripping demon wings.
Like a scholar holding a feather fan, he gently fanned himself.
In an instant, amidst the bloodshed and carnage, the blue-armored giant gently swayed its wings, its posture exuding an indescribable cruel elegance and extreme mockery.
With my wisdom and strategy, Guilliman, I might just be able to revive the Han Dynasty!
Angron: "..."
(Who am I? Where am I? What happened to my wings?)
"Dad!" Guilliman ignored the disoriented crowd and shouted towards the source of the most dazzling golden beam of light in the sky, "Start the projection!"
"As you wish, my son."
The Emperor's will was gentle yet firm.
Buzz------
The golden Psionic Energy field enveloping Terra changed once again.
Endless golden Psionic Energy began to converge and compress wildly towards the highest point of the sky.
Gradually, it condensed into a tiny yet dazzling golden point of light, like a newborn star or a ignited spark.
Guilliman simultaneously opened his arms, releasing the power of his C'tan essence and Law of Eternity without reservation!
The silvery-white ripples represent the absolute stability of the Material Universe.
Centered on him, it spread and reinforced the real structure of Terra and its surrounding airspace as rapidly as mercury spilling across the ground.
"This Material Universe— " Guilliman's voice, like a pronouncement of a law, "Is already solid enough to bear it!"
Boom!!!
The golden light suddenly burst forth!
No longer a beam of light, but like the birth of a supernova, endless golden light gently yet irresistibly spilled over every corner of Terra.
Whether in the depths of the Hive City or the towers of the nobility, whether fighting on the front lines or hiding in the ruins.
At the same moment, all the people of Terra involuntarily raised their heads and looked up at the sky!
Their eyes were filled with that sacred golden light.
This is not an illusion; it is the Emperor's vast Psionic Energy that forcibly and gently imprinted this scene into the vision of every soul!
"Next, it's my turn!"
"Come forth, Emperor of Mankind!!!"
Guilliman pointed to the golden light ahead.
Within the golden light, a towering, blurry yet incredibly majestic golden giant phantom is rapidly coalescing and becoming clear!
"Oh my god..."
A member of the Ecclesiarchy, hiding behind a broken shrine, was the first to collapse to his knees, tears streaming down his face:
"That is... that is the Master of Mankind!"
After ten thousand years... He once again... walked among men!!!
Splash--
Like dominoes being toppled, from battlefield to ruins, from Hive City to wilderness.
Countless human survivors, regardless of their social status or the depth of their faith.
At this moment, everyone involuntarily and from the depths of their souls knelt down before the colossal golden shadow in the sky!
Cries, prayers, and shouts of ecstasy merged into a humble yet passionate ocean.
"Take the sword, Father!"
Guilliman hurled the Emperor's Sword into the sky with all his might!
The giant golden shadow stretched out an arm made of light and firmly grasped the flying holy sword.
The instant they made contact, golden-red Psionic Energy flames, hotter than the core of the sun, burst forth from the sword with a "boom" and quickly spread to the entire giant shadow!