Bastard!!!

He wielded a longsword that burned with an eerie green light, and was frantically hacking away at everything around him.

Those Ultramarines who charged forward were like paper before that sword light.

With a single sword strike, a warrior was sent flying backward.

With a single sword strike, a warrior coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

One sword, one warrior--

Guilliman's pupils suddenly contracted.

Those Ultramarines were personally modified by him.

Each of them possesses the strength of an advance-level warrior, and each can cut down a thousand ordinary Space Marines.

But before this golden figure—

They couldn't even withstand a single move.

It's not because they are weak.

It's because of that sword.

The eerie green light emanating from the sword suppressed the power of the Ultramarines the moment it came into contact with them.

He couldn't even unleash one-tenth of his power, which was enhanced by Smart Atoms.

Guilliman's face darkened.

He rushed towards the golden figure.

His speed was so fast that space itself seemed to warp behind him.

He struck the golden figure with his palm—

The golden figure seemed to sense a threat and suddenly turned around.

In that instant, Guilliman saw his face clearly.

Despite his rage, despite his contorted face, despite the frenzied killing intent burning in his eyes—

But he recognized that face.

Roge Dorn.

The Primarch of the Seventh Legion.

The Legion Commander of Imperial Fists.

His seventh brother.

Guilliman's hand froze in mid-air.

That surprise struck him like lightning.

"Seventh Brother?!"

His voice trembled slightly.

But Dorn did not respond to him.

Dorn simply stared at him, his eyes burning with an even more frenzied killing intent.

A low growl escaped his lips:

"Ho--Ru--S--!"

Then, he swung his sword down.

Guilliman dodged the sword, but the blade grazed his body, causing him a sharp pain.

That's the feeling of the Material Universe being suppressed.

There's something wrong with that sword.

He looked at the armor on Dorn's body.

The armor was entirely black, a deep, pure black.

It is engraved with countless intricate patterns and emits a faint, ethereal green light.

That's Blackstone.

The purest Blackstone.

Able to suppress all psionic Psionic Energy, suppress all Warp forces, suppress everything—

Law of Eternity.

Guilliman's expression grew even more serious.

He tried to mobilize his own power, but the power of the Blackstone Armor slowed down his Psionic Energy flow.

Meanwhile, the sword in Dorn's hand was suppressing his Material Universe power.

Under this double suppression, he couldn't even unleash one-tenth of his full strength.

But even if it's only one-tenth --

He could also kill Dorn.

easy.

The problem is--

He didn't want to kill.

That was his brother.

That's his seventh brother.

Those were his family members who had fought alongside him and ventured into the stars together.

How could he kill?

"Seventh Brother!"

He shouted:

"It's me! Guilliman! Your brother!"

But Dorn did not respond.

He just swung his sword wildly and roared madly:

"Horus —die—!"

Behind him, the Krork also charged forward.

The enormous fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into Guilliman's back.

Guilliman dodged to the side, but the force of the punch grazed his body, causing him a sharp pain.

He had to be distracted by the attacks of the Krork.

And Dorn's sword kept slashing at him.

Two Primarch- level combatants simultaneously attacked him.

Moreover, he couldn't launch a full-scale counterattack for fear of hurting Dorn.

Guilliman felt more frustrated than ever before.

He wanted to swear.

I want to curse the bastard who designed all of this.

But he didn't have time to yell.

Because of Dorn's attacks, things are getting increasingly frenzied.

With the blessing of that Living Black Rage, Dorn's power is steadily increasing.

Even more terrifying, the Blackstone Armor he wore began to release his own Psionic Energy energy.

Guilliman could sense that the dormant powers within Dorn were gradually awakening.

The design of that armor was simply unbelievable.

It possesses both the Necrons ' Blackstone technology and the Eldar's Wraithbone technology.

It can suppress the opponent's Psionic Energy while also amplifying one's Psionic Energy.

Who designed this?

A name flashed through Guilliman's mind:

Trazyn.

That Necrons collector.

That madman who supposedly possessed countless cultural treasures.

It must be him.

"Brother."

Guilliman spoke as he dodged the attacks:

"You are very strong now."

The person who plotted against me had a very well-thought-out plan.

Two Primarch- level combatants could indeed barely hold me off.

He dodged Dorn's sword and casually slapped away the Krork charging at him again.

But that's not enough.

A golden glint flashed in his eyes:

"It's still not enough."

Guilliman took a deep breath.

He stopped hiding.

He stood there, letting Dorn's sword come at him.

Then--

He moved.

That wasn't an ordinary movement.

That was the wrath of the Eternal Lord.

That is the resonance of the Material Universe.

That is--

The outbreak of Dual Divinity.

At that moment, the entire Macragge trembled.

The entire Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar resonated with this.

The entire Milky Way is shaking.

Golden flames ignited in Guilliman's eyes.

The flames were so intense that they could burn the stars to ashes.

An endless atomic force surged around him.

That power is so immense that it could reshape the world.

The Blackstone Armor began to tremble.

Those pure Blackstone, powerful enough to suppress all Psionic Energy, began to crumble inch by inch under the impact of the Dual Divinity.

The armor on Dorn peeled off piece by piece.

The armor on the Krork was also peeling off piece by piece.

Dorn's sword trembled as well.

That power that could suppress the Material Universe was as fragile as paper in the face of Guilliman's true power.

Guilliman reached out and grasped the blade.

The sword groaned in pain as it was held in his hand.

He exerted force—

The sword broke.

Dorn was stunned.

But that moment of stunned silence lasted only a second.

The next second, he roared and pounced on me again:

Horus--!

Guilliman looked into his crazed eyes and felt a pang of sorrow.

He knew that wasn't the real Dorn.

That was Dorn was controlled, exploited, and tortured.

His seventh brother was, at this moment, merely a weapon.

A weapon pointed at him.

He took a deep breath, preparing—

But at that moment, two eerie green lights flashed by.

Dorn and the Krork vanished at the same time.

Phase transfer.

Guilliman stood there, gazing at the empty sky.

Just as they were about to give chase--

A tremendous fear suddenly enveloped him.

The fear was so intense that his very soul trembled.

That was an attack capable of killing him.

That's a real threat.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky.