Rampage Descends!

Its face is impossibly delicate, its eyebrows are like distant mountains, its eyes are like stars, and the corner of its mouth has a curve that looks like a smile but not a smile.

Its hair is silver-white, reaching waist length, with pink flames burning at the tips.

It was wearing extremely revealing clothing made of pink silk and black leather, and its chest was open, revealing a flat, smooth chest with no gender characteristics.

It held two thin swords in its hands, and the swords were engraved with countless tiny, crawling runes.

It stood there, tilting its head, and looked at Guilliman with its big purple eyes with vertical pupils, as if looking at a bird in a cage.

"Are you Son of War?"

Its sounds are superimposed, with male and female voices overlapping each other, and the treble and bass interweaving into a mind-numbing harmony, like hundreds of voices speaking at the same time.

There was a smile in that voice, and that smile was not mockery, but a kind of naked and undisguised interest, like a cat looking at a mouse.

Guilliman did not answer.

He is holding Bolter with one hand, and the other hand is already pressed on the hilt of Emperor's Sword.

His body leaned forward slightly, his center of gravity shifted downward, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and the blue-gold light shining through the slit was like two sharp swords about to be unsheathed.

On the transport ship behind him, the soldiers who had just boarded the ship were running frantically towards the bridge. Some were shouting "enemy attack", some were shouting "Protect Lord Regent", and some were shouting "Why the hell is Slaanesh here?"

Mortarion stopped at the hangar door.

He turned back and looked at the purple figure, the thin sword burning with pink flames, and the pale goddess of life standing next to Guilliman.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

He just stood there, holding Silence in his hand, standing at the door of the hangar, motionless.

Adeptus Custodes Black rushed past him, the golden armor dragging a stream of light in the void, his long sword had been unsheathed, and the blade was burning with golden flames.

"Protect Lord Regent!"

His roar was silent in the void.

But his sword had already pierced the purple figure.

Black's body hit the armor of the transport ship. The 10,000-ton giant ship shook violently under the impact, and Void Shield on the surface of the ship's hull erupted with a burst of dazzling blue light.

A deep sword mark appeared on Adeptus Custodes's golden armor, extending from the right shoulder to the left rib. The Ceramite armor piece at the edge of the sword mark rolled outwards, revealing the black protective lining underneath.

The sword did not pierce his heart, not because Slaanesh was not strong enough, but because his body instinctively twisted when he was hit, and his shoulder armor and back armor withstood most of the cutting force.

That moment had exhausted all his skill and luck.

He slipped from the hull, his gloves covered with ashes, and tried to grab something to steady himself, but the outer wall of the hull was so smooth that there was not even a gap.

His fingers scratched tiny scratches on the metal surface, and his nails broke, revealing the blood-red nail bed underneath.

Guilliman caught him.

The blue-gold hand reached out from the void, and its five fingers firmly grasped Black's wrist.

Black's fingers instinctively closed at that moment, tightly clasping Guilliman's hand, and the blood from his palm was smeared on the cuffs of the black tuxedo.

Guilliman pulled the two-meter-tall golden-armored warrior up from the hull of the ship and threw it behind him.

Black's body rolled several times in the air and finally landed at the hangar door of the transport ship. His helmet hit something unknown and made a dull "thud".

"Your Majesty..." Black's voice became sharp due to pain, and he struggled to stand up.

"Protect the goddess of life to leave." Guilliman's voice was not loud, but every word was like ordering a mountain not to move, "I will not die. But the goddess of life must return safely Imperium of Man."

Black's eyes stared at Guilliman from the golden helmet visor. Those amber eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, a kind of red that only warriors would have when they were in extreme conditions.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something - "Your Majesty, you have to come with us", "Your Majesty, you can't win against Chaos Gods alone", "Your Majesty, you can't do this" - all the words came to his throat and were blocked by that calm gaze.

There is no room for negotiation in that look, as if he is saying "It's a nice day today, it's time to put away the clothes", and then there is a knife going on outside, and you don't dare to question him.

"This is an order, soldier."

Black shut his mouth.

His lower lip was bitten by teeth, and blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, condensing into a small string of red beads on the edge of the golden helmet.

He released his fingers from the hangar door frame, turned around, and strode towards Isha, who was still standing in the center of the hangar, staring blankly into space.

He grabbed Isha's wrist with as much force as if he was grabbing a steel bar.

"Follow me."

Isha didn't struggle.

She just turned around and looked at Guilliman standing in the void through the slowly closing hangar door with her gentle blue eyes.

The door was closing slowly, the sound of metal rubbing against metal was sharp and harsh, and the band of light in the door gap was getting narrower and narrower.

That ray of light drew a thin, shortening golden line on Guilliman's face.

The face showed no expression under the golden flames, only the blue-gold eyes were astonishingly bright.

The hangar door closed completely with a dull "bang" sound.

The sealing buckle bites, the air gate valve begins to inflate, and the mechanical arm locks the fixed locks one by one.

Isha's line of sight was completely cut off by the cold metal door, and she could no longer see Guilliman.

She lowered her head, and the wrist held by Black was aching.

Slaanesh is floating in the void, with its slender and monstrous body leaning back slightly, two thin swords crossed on its shoulders, and the pink flames on the sword tips jumping between its silver hair.

It tilted its head and stared at Guilliman with its big purple eyes with vertical pupils, as if looking at a very interesting insect.

There was a smile on the corner of its mouth, and the smile was not mockery, but a kind of pure and heartfelt joy - it had not encountered such an interesting thing for a long time.

"Why don't you retreat?"

Its sound is like countless threads intertwined together, slowly tightening on Guilliman's eardrums, male and female voices are intertwined, and high notes and bass resonate.

The tone was like humming a lullaby that only it could understand:

"That's just a god from a foreign race. What's the use of protecting her? 'Those who are not from our race must have different hearts.'

This is your human motto. You don't have to protect her.

You can leave peacefully. There is an easier way, why not choose it?"