Because I Have a Dad

"You're not the only one who has a backup plan."

Titus's voice was calm, but it contained indescribable power. "Even those of you who cannot be called backhands, I often think they should bring some surprises to inspire the souls of warriors."

He smiled slightly, and that smile was full of confidence, "For example, my father always takes care of me."

Blade Phaeron is almost stressed at this moment.

His emotional simulation system was running wildly, trying to understand everything that was happening in front of him.

Isn't the Primarch of the guy opposite a human?

Where did the blessing of the Warp entity come from?

And it can be blessed directly on his battleship composed of Blackstone!

Isn't his father a Chaos Gods?

His tactical array gave a negative answer.

Guilliman is not Chaos Gods, he is human Primarch, the eternal lord of Material Universe, and the incarnation of Son of War.

But so what?

How could the existence of Material Universe have such a powerful entity in Warp?

How could he bless his heirs across the endless void?

How is it possible for a dead warrior to stand up again under the oppression of Blackstone?

Titus looked at him, with a hint of pity in his blue-gold eyes.

He suddenly relaxed, the sword tip drooped slightly, and the flames became much softer.

"That's all, why am I telling you so much?"

There was a hint of smile in his voice, "You probably haven't seen your father in many years.

And your father will never care about me as much as my father does.

After all, I am his favorite son, and I am also his favorite son!"

He paused, and his smile became even brighter.

It is the purest pride of a son towards his father, and the deepest loyalty of a warrior to Gene-Father.

"Oh, by the way, I want to tell you that this set of armor and this sword on my body were both blessed by my father.

Even when I first returned to Ultramarines, my father even cooked a meal for me with his own hands!"

Blade Phaeron was stunned.

Cooking with your own hands?

A Primarch, a Imperial Regent, a war lord, cooking for a Space Marines with his own hands?

Titus became more and more excited as he spoke, and his momentum became more and more fierce. "And you know, the Macragge barbecue made by my father tastes amazing.

While he was baking, he told me about his youth, how he ran in the wheat fields of Macragge, how he was called by his name by his adoptive mother, and how he became Son of War."

His voice became louder and louder, and the golden flame became more and more powerful. "He said that what he likes most is seeing his children eating together.

He said that it made him feel that everything he did was worth it.

He said that the future of mankind does not lie in the number of battleships or planets, but in the ability of every soldier to return home and have a hot meal after fighting."

In Blade Phaeron's processor, a piece of forgotten data suddenly surfaced.

That was the memory from when he was still in the Necrontyr era and still had flesh and blood.

At that time, he also had a home and parents. He would also return home and have a hot meal after fighting.

But that memory has been buried for 65 million years, so long that he thought it had completely disappeared.

Titus's voice continues, his momentum is still rising, and his flame is still burning. "My father also said that a warrior's strongest weapon is not his sword, his gun, or any of his equipment.

It's his belief, his longing for home, and his loyalty to Gene-Father!"

He raised his sword, and the golden flames soared into the sky, penetrating the deck of the battleship, penetrating the void, and penetrating the boundaries of Material Universe: "You Necrons will never understand these things!

Because you have no home, no father, no--"

He paused, and the voice suddenly became softer. "There is no soul."

Blade Phaeron stood there, looking at the human being shrouded in golden flames, at the warrior blessed by Guilliman, and at the enemy returning from death.

His emotional simulation system was running wildly, trying to find a solution.

But the only answer given by that system is - idealism.

This kind of idealism is the most sinister.

Are you asking him if he will admit defeat?

He said he remembered.

You asked him what he remembered?

He said he was going home.

Generally speaking, when the word "home" is mentioned, the person who says this word will transform into Emperor's Champion in the next second, showing a set of extremely smooth small combos.

Why did you say that his heart was chopped into pieces five minutes ago?

Hahahaha, Master of Mankind is bragging to you?

Not to mention two hearts were smashed, you also smashed all his internal organs and even his brain!

Your grandpa Emperor can stick him together and let him perform a set of silky little combos that can kill you!

Now Titus is in even more perfect condition than this!

Because Guilliman directly stepped across the endless Warp and directly lent his essence to Titus!

Although Titus cannot carry its personality, Guilliman still frantically pours energy into its body!

C'tan energy filling the body is nothing?

Try my Son of War ejaculation!

Titus moved.

His body dragged out a golden trajectory in the void. The trajectory was like a meteor, like a comet, and like Son of War's sharp blade cutting through the darkness.

His Power Sword is burning with a blue-gold flame. In that flame is the immortal power of Law of Eternity, the rewriting power of Atomic Law, and the pure fighting spirit of Son of War.

Blade Phaeron looked at him rushing towards him, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his dark green eyes.

He raised Dust Scythe, and the green C'tan energy circulated around him, forming a pillar of light that reached the sky.

"You are just a mortal blessed by a Chaos Gods," his voice was cold and arrogant, echoing in the Blackstone space, "You dare to come and confront me head-on?"

Titus has no answer.

His sword has been struck down.

The moment the two weapons collided, the entire Blackstone space trembled.

The shock wave was so strong that fine cracks appeared on the surrounding Blackstone walls, causing the Necron Warriors in the distance to stagger back, and causing the entire battleship to wail in pain.

Blade Phaeron eyes widened.

That's not pure Warp Psionic Energy power.

Although the power of Psionic Energy is as majestic as a tsunami, like a galaxy turning upside down, there is another thing in it, something that makes his cold core processor tremble.

Material Universe rule.

And there are two.

Not one, but two.

Law of Eternity--Neither life nor death, eternal immortality.

That is the most essential power of Guilliman, the core of Son of War, and the source of Ultramarines's return from death.

This power is currently running in Titus's body, making every inch of his flesh and blood filled with immortal light, and making every breath he takes be in sync with the universe.

And Atomic Law--rewrite everything about Material Universe from the atomic level.

It can resurrect dead things, pass on life, and make everything become a creation that can be changed freely in front of Guilliman.

This power is burning on Titus's sword at the moment, allowing every slash he makes to rewrite the structure of reality, causing matter itself to surrender wherever his sword blade passes.

Blade Phaeron's processor completed the analysis in 0.3 seconds.

You only have a mere C'tan energy infusion, but I, Titus, now have Warp Lesser God blessings, and alternative C'tan blessings.

Are you going to hit me on the head?