Do You Have a Mother?

The Burning One Take a step forward.

That step in the void caused the entire Milky Way to vibrate.

His body is looming in the void, it is his power that is distorting the structure of reality.

Every time he takes a step, stars tremble under his footsteps; every time he takes a step, galaxies surrender under his pressure.

"You were born at the wrong time."

There was a trace of regret in his voice, "Otherwise, you will definitely become one of us.

Become C'tan, become the master of Material Universe, and become an eternal existence."

Guilliman has no answer.

He just stood there, the blue-gold flame burning around him, getting stronger and stronger, becoming more and more unstoppable.

The flame did not come from his Power Armour, nor from his Psionic Energy, but from the depths of his soul.

From his essence as Son of War, from his person as the Lord of Eternity, from his belief as Imperium of Man Lord Regent.

Four Chaos Gods watched it all in Warp.

Khorne stopped swinging his giant sword, Tzeentch put down the crystal ball in his hand, Nurgle raised his head from his Garden of Nurgle, and Slaanesh stopped his banquet.

Their eyes were focused on the blue-gold figure at the same time, and their eyes were full of complexity.

They know better than anyone else that in addition to C'tan, another representative of Material Universe was born among this Milky Way.

That representative once represented Material Universe's counterattack against Warp, it once represented the real world's fight against Chaos, and it once represented human civilization's fight against all forces of destruction.

What does that mean? That means merit.

That means that the person who once held most of the power of Material Universe is truly adapted to Material Universe, truly represents Material Universe's ideas, and truly represents Material Universe's decisive will.

Guilliman feels it.

He felt the Law of Eternity and Atomic Law in his body desperately shouting, waking him up, urging him, and encouraging him.

You don't want the entire piece of Material Universe to be taken away by the trash in front of you.

Then burn it, Son of War.

Then be angry, Son of War.

You are eternal, you are infinite, you are the true master of Material Universe.

Guilliman's mouth corners rose slightly.

That's not a smile, that's a war cry.

That's not polite, that's provocative.

He raised his head and stared at the Burning One with his blue-gold eyes. There was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, only an almost arrogant self-confidence.

"I'm still glad now,"

His voice was calm and clear, echoing in the void, "I'm glad I have this layer of human skin instead of being reduced to a bastard like you who doesn't even have a soul."

He stretched out his hand and pointed one finger at the Burning One.

His movements were frivolous and unrestrained, as if he was giving instructions to an ignorant child.

The smile on his face was so provocative, so authoritative, so--worthy of a beating.

"Do you have a mother?"

The whole place was dead silent.

The Burning One was stunned.

His processor - if his being of fire and madness had one - was overloaded at that moment.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that nothing could come out.

All Primarch were stunned.

Lion's sword stopped in mid-air, Sanguinius's wings stopped flapping, Perturabo's short knife slipped from his hand, Dorn's fist froze in front of him, Angron's Chainaxe was idling but could not find its target.

They looked at Guilliman, their eyes full of shock, disbelief, and an uncontrollable smile.

He did this.

With just one sentence, he managed to offend all the prominent characters in the entire movie Milky Way.

Because, compared to Guilliman, all of them have no mothers.

Maybe he doesn't even have a father.

And Guilliman has both parents!

Guilliman spread his arms, as if embracing the entire universe.

The smile on his face was so satisfied, so proud, so--deserving of a beating.

"Not only do I have a mother,"

His voice echoed in the void, full of pride, "My mother is still alive on Terra, praying for her son!"

His voice became louder and louder, becoming more and more unstoppable. "The prayers of mere mortals cannot even make waves in Warp.

But to me, it doesn't matter!

As long as I think about it, I can hear my mother's inner voice anytime and anywhere!"

He closed his eyes, and the blue-gold flame burned more intensely around him.

His lips moved slightly, as if listening to a voice that only he could hear.

The voice was very light, soft, and warm.

That was the prayer of Ms. Euten, which came from the distant Terra, passed through the void, passed through the stars, passed through Warp, and landed deep in his soul.

"Listen,"

Guilliman's voice was full of tenderness, "In this rippling Warp, my mother is blessing me, my mother is caring for me, and my mother's power is with me!"

His eyes opened suddenly, and the blue-gold light was burning like two stars:

"You've never had it, have you? Never tasted it, have you?

Even if you swallow all the souls of Necrontyr, you still won't be able to taste the satisfaction at this moment!"