Very Simple!

[Command confirmed.]

Consumes 500,000 Governance Points.

[Exchange Item: A Wisp of Eternal Essence]

[Description: A supreme creation originating from the source of Law of Eternity, containing the ultimate concept of "existence is eternity, and the mark is indelible".]

It can summon, solidify, and bestow upon the status of "eternal beings" throughout the long river of time and existence.

A wisp of flame-like energy, more solid and deeper blue than when he revived Malcador, as if it had solidified infinite time, appeared in Guilliman's palm.

It burned silently, emitting strange fluctuations that made the surrounding space structure even more stable.

This was the very thing he used to resurrect Malcador, the Sigillite.

Now, he will use it to call upon and anchor another legend—his brother, Sanguinius!

This would be an incredible ability to forcibly summon a soul from the other side of the Warp and firmly fix it in the Material Universe!

Once resurrected, Sanguinius, bathed in the Eternal Essence, will instantly receive unimaginable strengthening and sublimation of his body!

His physical body, under the influence of the Law of Eternity, will increase in strength tenfold!

It was more than enough to support his already powerful Warp Essence, and perhaps even more so!

He will also acquire the qualities of being able to fly freely in the Material Universe and having extremely tenacious vitality.

While it may not possess the exaggerated authority of directly manipulating atoms like Guilliman, what does it mean to have a Primarch- level physical strength increased tenfold?

Tearing apart the Titans of the Imperium with bare hands?

It's probably just a warm-up exercise!

Guilliman: Yeah, even in his prime, if he didn't use that freakish Psionic Energy...

If it comes down to pure physical strength, facing a Sanguinius whose body is enhanced tenfold... he would probably just get utterly crushed.

Of course, if the old man were to use Psionic Energy... then let alone Sanguinius, even if Four Chaos Gods were to come out in full force, they would probably still get beaten up.

On the distant Golden Throne, the Emperor's withered lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "... I'll just take that as you trying to praise my Psionic Energy in a roundabout way."

"So..." Guilliman stared at the Eternal Essence in his palm, his eyes shining brightly, "It's time, brother!"

Without further hesitation, he closed his five fingers and grasped the wisp of eternal blue flame.

Then, like a dazzling star, a weighty promise, and a brand new future!

With a powerful downward press, it poured directly into Sanguinius's eternally sealed starlight sapphire coffin!

"Buzz--!!!"

Suddenly, the coffin erupted with a brilliant blue light that was millions of times stronger than the eternal fire inside!

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a vast aura that seemed to cleanse time and solidify existence.

Inside the coffin, there was flesh and genetic material belonging to Sanguinius, a substance from which time had stood still for ten thousand years.

Infused with this Eternal Essence, a radical and irrational reorganization and sublimation began to occur!

Severed nerves reconnect, dormant cells burst with life, decaying bodies are rejuvenated, and they rapidly evolve into a stronger, more powerful, and more perfect form!

Meanwhile, deep within the remote, chaotic, and perilous Warp, in a carefully concealed, relatively calm golden-red light domain.

This is a small "sanctuary" that Sanguinius carved out for himself amidst the turbulent currents of the Warp, using his divine essence and remaining power.

For millennia, he has been like the most vigilant guardian, hiding here, having to evade the omnipresent spying and erosion of the Four Chaos Gods, while also enduring the torment of endless longing for the Realspace, for his offspring, and for the Imperium.

At this moment, he is immersed in immense grief and inner conflict.

Not long ago, he expended a tremendous amount of energy and his last remaining strength of "anchor of reality".

He forcibly sent his most brilliant and weary son, Dante, who longed for rest, back into the world of the living.

This act against his children's wishes tore at his heart.

"I'm sorry, child... but I believe the future will be better... I believe you will rediscover the meaning and joy of living in the future..."

Sanguinius murmured to himself, his golden spiritual light dimming slightly, "As for me... let me enjoy this false 'tranquility' on this eternal other shore..."

I can no longer return to the real world. My existence has become too entangled with the Warp, and my power has waned... I am powerless...

He raised his head, as if he could "see" through the Veil of Warp towards the direction of the Realspace, his eyes filled with endless longing and sorrow:

"Humans... how I miss your vibrant faces and your indomitable cries..."

Oh, Imperium... how I long to see with my own eyes what you will look like ten thousand years from now... Father... how I miss you...

And my brother, Robert Guilliman... I'm so sorry... I couldn't help you, and instead... I became a burden to you...

This once glorious archangel now resembles a melancholy poet trapped in an eternal cage.

She wept alone, her sorrowful yet exquisite posture somewhat overlapping with the melancholic figures depicted in some ancient literary works.

"Then--come and help now--!!!"

A roar that shook Warp, seemingly carrying the weight and will of the entire Material Universe.

Like a thunderbolt splitting the heavens and earth, it suddenly shattered the illusion of "tranquility" in this golden-red light domain!

Immediately following was an incomparably brilliant, stable, and incongruous blue-gold Psionic Energy that stood out from the surrounding Chaos and disordered Warp energy.

Like the sword of judgment, it forcefully cleaved the golden-red sky.

Within this hidden realm of Sanguinius, a rift has opened leading to... an unknown direction!

Sanguinius raised his head in shock, his spiritual light flickering violently.

Then he saw it.

Within that rift, at the end of that "passage" illuminated by blue-gold light.

A figure clad in blue-gold Power Armour, draped in a scarlet battle robe, with black hair and blue eyes, possessing a familiar face yet exuding an unprecedented aura of majesty and power.

He stood there steadily, his face bearing a mixture of amusement, impatience, and the exhilaration of "finally found you," extending a strong and powerful hand towards him.

"Robert...?"

Sanguinius ' spirit emitted an incredulous aura, "How is this possible?!"

Why did you get here?! This is deep within the Warp! How did you find it?!

How could you...?

"Why ask so many pointless questions?!"

Guilliman's voice came through the crack, tinged with obvious impatience, as if he were performing a routine task that had been delayed for far too long:

Hurry up! Give me your hand!

I'll take you back to the material world! Back to Baal!

Your sons are practically worn out from waiting!

His tone turned exasperated. "I've been dragged up and worked for so long for nothing, fighting against Chaos, battling insects, and struggling with the mess that the Imperium is making of!"

Instead, you hide here all day long, wallowing in self-pity and shedding tears in the wind?!

Is this appropriate?! This is not appropriate!

He waved vigorously, as if urging a brother who was still in bed. "Get up! Stop dawdling!"

You'll have plenty of time to reflect on this later!

Now—get up and do free labor for me!

Imperium health insurance (if available) does not cover Warp depression treatment!

Sanguinius was stunned by Guilliman's barrage of blunt, unkind, yet brimming with brotherly, brutal concern.

But a warm feeling and excitement welled up inside me.

However, the harsh reality quickly overwhelmed this stirring, and he shook his head sadly and rationally:

"It's no use, Robert... Even if you can tear through this Warp and find me temporarily..."

I can only descend briefly at most, I cannot truly be resurrected... I have lost the foundation for permanent existence in the Material Universe, my essence has become intertwined with the Warp...

Unless one possesses a life form beyond the norm, like the father's ' Perpetual,' or... or some unimaginable external force...

Otherwise, how can I resist the assimilation and erosion of this Warp?

How to deal with the four Chaos Gods who are eyeing us covetously?

His words were filled with a sense of powerlessness.

"Hehe."

Upon hearing this, Guilliman let out a short, confident laugh.

He stood upright at the boundary between matter and the Warp, a smile on his face that Sanguinius had never seen before—a smile that was almost arrogant and all-encompassing.

"It's very simple!"