So You Deserve to Die
Imperium of Man Lord Regent turned around and looked at the Burning One.
The emerald green flames and the blue-gold flames faced each other in the void.
It is like the collision of two eras, the confrontation between two civilizations, and the ultimate showdown between two universal laws.
"Did you see that?"
Guilliman's voice was calm, but it contained indescribable power, "You used to be Star Vampires, and you have become a soul vampire again!"
"I have no intention of attacking you at all. Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life.
Likewise, I also have the right to choose my own emotions!
My race, my instinct, and even my soul make me despise you from the bottom of my heart!"
The Burning One was silent.
His flames pulsed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
But soon, that emotion was replaced by madness.
"So what?"
His voice was cold and arrogant, "Did we force him to create new bodies for us? Did we force them to shed their old bodies and devour their souls?"
"It's all because of their own greed. A weak race wants to survive forever!"
"If it weren't for us C'tan, these Necrontyr would have been extinct long ago!"
Guilliman's mouth corners rose slightly.
There was sarcasm, compassion, and a hint of murderous intent in that smile.
"So,"
His voice was very soft, so soft that only the Burning One could hear it:
"You are not qualified to live in this universe."
The Burning One moved.
It's not an attack, it's existence itself that's destroying.
That perfect body that Silent King spent 60 million years building, at this moment, driven by his will, every inch of Necrodermis's armor spurted out emerald green sky fire.
That is the most original power of destruction of Material Universe, the innate authority of C'tan, and the ultimate flame that can burn reality.
It doesn't burn fuel, it doesn't burn air, it doesn't burn anything earthly.
What it burns is existence itself - the atomic structure of matter, the wave form of energy, and the dimensional framework of space. Everything will return to nothingness in front of it.
A torrent of flames across the galaxy spurted out from the Burning One's chest. That was no ordinary flame, it was C'tan level Deconstruction Fire.
It was like an emerald green dragon, winding forward in the void. Wherever it passed, stars were blown out, and the light that had burned for hundreds of millions of years dimmed in an instant, turning into cold silence.
The planet turned into gaseous dust, and the sphere that once carried civilization and gave birth to life evaporated in the flames, leaving not even the dregs behind.
The space was burned with transparent cracks. The cracks were like lines on glass, spreading in all directions, revealing the faint green Phase World underneath.
The whole sea of stars is boiling.
Not a metaphor, not an exaggeration, but a literal boil.
Those stars far away from the battlefield began to swell, began to tremble, and began to die.
The once cold and dead void began to twist, crack, and burn.
Material Universe itself, under the authority of the Burning One, is like a pot of boiling water, rolling, roaring, and wailing.
Guilliman's eyes reflected the burning sea of stars. There was no fear in his heart, only an almost cold calmness.
He raised his hand, and the blue-gold Psionic Energy spurted out from his palm, turning into an invisible barrier and spreading towards the entire battlefield.
Wherever the barrier passes, the sky fire is suppressed, the void is stabilized, and the burning sea of stars is isolated.
"All human fleets, Space Marines, evacuate this area immediately!" His voice sounded in the Gene-seed of every human warrior. The voice was calm and firm, leaving no room for doubt.
"Here, leave it to me."
Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Dark Angels, Thousand Sons, World Eaters, Imperial Fists, Iron Warriors--All fleets turned at the same time, all battleships started their engines at the same time, and all soldiers evacuated at the same time.
They believe in their Gene-Father, believe in their Lord Regent, and believe in the blue figure standing in the middle of the burning sea of stars.
With a wave of Guilliman's hand, the blue-gold Psionic Energy barrier suddenly shrank, sealing the entire battlefield into an independent void area.
The barrier is so strong that even Material Universe's sky fire cannot allow the slightest leakage.
The Burning One's flames hit the barrier, bursting out with dazzling light, but the barrier didn't move at all.
The Burning One looked at the barrier, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes burning with emerald green flames.
"Atomic Law," his voice was low and cold.
"You actually used Atomic Law to build a barrier.
Interesting."
Guilliman has no answer.
His whole body was shaking with Atomic Law.
That is the most original power of Material Universe, and it is the basic law that constitutes all matter.
What about sky fire? Sky fire is also matter, is also composed of atoms, and is also under the control of his laws.
As long as there are atoms, he can rewrite everything.
He stretched out his hand and spread his fingers.
The blue-gold light condensed in his palm and turned into a rotating nebula.
In that nebula, countless atoms are decomposing, recombining, and sublimating.
He clenched his fist, and the nebula shrank suddenly, turning into a tiny singularity that contained enough power to destroy the galaxy.
The corners of the Burning One's mouth raised slightly, it was mockery, provocation, and madness finally released after sixty-five million years of imprisonment.
"Come on, let me see how long you, the so-called Master of Mankind, can last in front of me."
Guilliman has no answer.
His body began to change.
Law of Eternity was running inside his body, Atomic Law was vibrating around him, and Psionic Energy power was continuously injected into his body.
His height is growing, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters, eighty meters, one hundred meters.
His Power Armour expanded as his body expanded, and the blue-gold armor was flowing with eternal light.
His whole body was covered with blue-gold Psionic Energy flames. The flames were in sharp contrast with the emerald green sky fire of the Burning One. One was bright and one was dark, one was cold and one was hot, one was quiet and one was crazy.
He stood there like a Emperor Titans, majestic, vast, and unshakable.
In his hand, the Emperor's Sword also grew larger with his thoughts, and the golden flame on the sword burned blazingly. The flame contained the power of Emperor, the ten thousand years of Imperium of Man's faith, and the most original law of Material Universe.
The Burning One took the lead.
His flame spear thrust out fiercely, the speed was so fast that the void was torn apart by the tip of the spear.
Emerald green sky fire condensed on the gun body, turning into a death beam that could penetrate the galaxy.
Wherever the beam passed, transparent cracks were burned out in the space, matter was broken down into the most basic particles, and energy was swallowed up into nothingness.
Guilliman did not hide.
His Emperor's Sword faced him head-on, and the golden flames collided with the emerald-green sky fire, erupting into a dazzling light.
The light was so intense that even the observation station as far away as Terra was temporarily blinded.
The vibration was so violent that the surrounding stars trembled.
The moment the sword and the gun intersected, the two most original powers of Material Universe collided.
The Burning One's heavenly fire tried to decompose Guilliman's Emperor's Sword, but the golden flame on the sword contained Emperor's power, Imperium of Man's faith, and Material Universe's most determined will.
It was not decomposed, but burned even more fiercely in the confrontation with the heavenly fire.
Guilliman's sword suddenly exerted force, swinging the Burning One's spear away.
Then his sword swept across, and the golden sword light drew a semicircular arc in the void, slashing towards the Burning One's neck.
The Burning One dodged sideways, and the sword light brushed past his shoulder armor, chipping away a layer of the burning sky fire on Necrodermis's armor.
The Burning One recovered his spear and thrust it out suddenly, the tip of the spear pointed directly at Guilliman's heart.
Guilliman's sword lay across his chest, blocking the blow.
The tip of the gun collided with the blade of the sword, causing a harsh metal collision.
The sound echoed in the void, making the surrounding stars tremble.
"What a vast Psionic Energy!"
The Burning One's voice contained a hint of surprise, a hint of appreciation, and a hint of unnoticeable fear.