Brothers, I'm Here

Their bodies were covered with scars, their blood was flowing on the ground, and their breathing was weak.

Colossus stood in front of them, his green eyes overlooking these tiny humans.

Its voice echoed on the battlefield, cold and calm. "You are strong.

But it's not enough."

Perturabo climbed up from the ruins. His left arm could no longer move and his face was covered in blood.

He looked at Colossus, his green eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Dorn also stood up from the ground, his arms hanging by his sides, his bones were broken, but his eyes were still firm.

Angron broke away from the energy wing. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but his Chainaxe was still in his hand.

Sanguinius's wings were broken and his sword fell far away, but his eyes were still burning with golden light.

Lion stood up from the ground. His sword was full of cracks and his body was shaking, but he still had that disdainful smile on his lips.

"Damn..." Perturabo's voice was hoarse, "This guy... really can't be beaten."

Dorn said nothing, but a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Angron's Chainaxe is still idling, but his arm can no longer be lifted.

Sanguinius's wings flapped slightly, but could no longer fly.

Lion's sword points at Colossus, but his arm is shaking.

Colossus looked at them, with no emotion in those green eyes.

It raised its hand, and a faint green light condensed in its palm.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, more and more powerful, and more and more terrifying.

It's going to end it all.

At this moment, a golden light lit up from the sky.

The light is warm and bright, like morning light, like hope.

A voice echoed on the battlefield, calm and firm. "Brothers, I'm here."

Guilliman.

He stood on the highest point of the ruins, the blue Power Armour shining in the sun, and the golden eagle wings spread out on his shoulders.

There was no weapon in his hand, but his whole body was shrouded in golden and blue light.

Those are Law of Eternity and Atomic Law, the most original power of Material Universe.

His eyes fell on Colossus, and those blue-gold eyes were full of calm.

His voice rang through the communication channel and reached every brother's ears. "Back off.

Let me come."

Perturabo was stunned for a moment. "Are you alone?"

Guilliman's mouth corners raised slightly. "One person is enough."

On the ruins, Guilliman and Silent King stand opposite each other.

That Colossus has shrunk to the same height as Guilliman, but the whole body is still shrouded in the faint green light of C'tan.

Silent King's consciousness is completely integrated into this new body. His eyes are no longer green sensors, but two burning stellar fires.

In his hand, a spear condensed with C'tan energy is taking shape - it is Nether Spear, capable of piercing any Material Universe defense.

Guilliman has no weapon in his hand.

He just stood there, the blue Power Armour shining slightly in the smoke of the ruins.

There was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, just an almost plain calmness.

Silent King spoke, and the sound was like the friction of 65 million years of ice, "Human, do you think you can win?"

Guilliman raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Do you think you can lose better?"

Silent King's eyes flashed with anger. "The time I have existed is longer than the evolutionary history of your entire race."

"Then you've lived so long, why haven't you learned how to be a human being?" Guilliman's voice was full of sarcasm, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.

You Necrons are not even human beings.

Not even a soul, not even a body, not even-"

He paused, and his smile became even brighter, "You haven't even peed, right?

I haven't peed in 65 million years, do I still know what a catheter feels like?

Huh?"

Silent King's processor was overloaded at that moment.

It's not because he can't handle the amount of information in this sentence, but because the offensiveness of this sentence is far beyond the tolerance of his emotional simulation system.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refute, wanting to scold back, wanting to use more vicious words to respond to this mortal who knew nothing about heaven and earth.

But he found that he couldn't curse.

He is Silent King, the ruler of Necrons, and the one who defeated C'tan.

He never learned how to curse.

Because no one dares to scold him.

In 65 million years, no existence has dared to say a disrespectful word in front of him.

And now, this human being, this short-lived creature that was born less than ten thousand years ago, this existence that was like an ant in his eyes - actually scolded him for being unable to urinate.

Silent King's Nether Spear trembled slightly.

That's not fear, that's anger.

It was pure, blazing anger that had never been seen in 65 million years.

"You..." His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "How dare you..."

Guilliman tilted his head, his posture was innocent and worthy of a beating. "Why don't I dare?

Are you biting me?

Oh, you have no teeth.

You Necrons don't even have a mouth, how can you bite people?"

Silent King's processor began to emit green smoke.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides who were fighting stopped at the same time.

Not because of the armistice agreement, not because of exhaustion, but because their communication channel is live broadcasting the conversation of their top leader.

A Ultramarines was squatting behind the ruins, still holding a Power Sword in his hand, but he was not killing anyone.

His expression was very subtle, between wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

The comrades beside him patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, did you hear that?"

"I heard it." Ultramarines's voice was dry, "Gene-Father is scolding King Necrons for not being able to urinate."

The two looked at each other and fell into silence at the same time.

They are Angel of Death of Emperor, the most powerful warriors of Imperium of Man.

Their Gene-Father is Imperial Regent, the Lord of War, the incarnation of Law of Eternity.

At this moment, this great being was exchanging trash talk with a 65 million-year-old antique on the battlefield.

Necron Warriors in the distance was also in chaos.

In their communication channel, the silence of Silent King was like deathly silence.

They had never heard Wang speak in such a tone, and they had never seen Wang's processor overloaded to the point of smoking.

A Necron Overlord tried to comfort the soldiers around him, "The king is just... adjusting his strategy."

The soldier looked at him, his processor filled with suspicion. "The king was scolded so much that he was speechless."

The overlord opened his mouth but could not refute.

In the sky, Guilliman and Silent King are still confronting each other.

The two figures cast long shadows on the ruins, and the shadows swayed in the smoke, like two giants about to collide.

Silent King finally broke out.

His Nether Spear thrust out fiercely, the speed was so fast that the air was burning at the tip of the gun.

The dark green energy condensed on the gun body and turned into a beam of light that could tear apart the stars.

Guilliman did not hide.

There is golden light condensed in his hands, which is the embodiment of Law of Eternity.

He grabbed the tip of the spear with his bare hands, and the golden light collided with the green energy, erupting into a dazzling light.

The light was so intense that the surrounding soldiers closed their eyes.